Danger In Amish Country!
Feeling a little frazzled by life? Then, come with me to the peaceful and serene Amish Community of West Kootenai, (Rexford) Montana and let’s rest for a while amongst the rugged beauty that can be found there.
As you cross over the Lake Koocanusa bridge, you will find yourself going back in time to a different way of life. Simpler. Peaceful. Unencumbered by modern technology.
Yet be warned. Even in this tranquil setting, amongst the Plain people of Montana, danger still exists!
Yet be warned. Even in this tranquil setting, amongst the Plain people of Montana, danger still exists!
So, join me on a rollercoaster ride of suspense, romance, and unyielding faith that is Amish Suspense.
An Amish widow, fighting for her life and her sister’s freedom, must unravel the past
hidden away in her head, if she stands a chance at bringing her sister home alive.
hidden away in her head, if she stands a chance at bringing her sister home alive.
Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller, Amish Country Kidnapping by Mary Alford
For this Amish widow, nowhere is safe...
Unless she trusts the Englischer she once loved.
For this Amish widow, nowhere is safe...
Unless she trusts the Englischer she once loved.
Waking up to a man trying to kidnap her is Amish widow Rachel Albrecht’s most terrifying moment—until she discovers he’s already taken her teenaged sister. Now Rachel’s life—and her sister’s—depends on her first love, Englischer deputy Noah Warren. But the danger of rekindling their forbidden love is the least of Rachel’s worries with her family in a killer’s sights…
A Short Excerpt:
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Breathe! The disjointed thought sped through Rachel Albrecht’s mind. Her eyes snapped open. She struggled to draw enough air into her lungs. Something covered her mouth and nose. Her heart accelerated as she glanced around the familiar bedroom she once shared with her husband, unable to understand what was happening.
Her last memory was of falling asleep in her favorite chair reading the Bible while waiting for her sister, Eva, to return. Now darkness flooded the room. The lantern’s wick had gone out. Through the pitch-black of night, the truth became horrifying. A strange man towered above her, his big gloved hand covering part of her face. She clawed at it as the last bit of air left her body.
He leaned in close, his face completely obscured by a ski mask, only his eyes visible. They burned into hers, the evil filling them chilling.
“You’re coming with me,” he growled, then removed his hand and hauled her from the chair. The Bible fell to the floor at her feet.
Air rushed into her lungs and she coughed, her eyes filling with tears as she continued to drag in breaths.
“Let’s go,” he ordered and pointed to the door. He shoved something against her side. A gun! The sight of it promised all sorts of unwelcome outcomes. She needed help.
His hot breath fanned across her cheek, his big body blocking her path to the door. If she could make it to the closet, Daniel’s old shotgun was stored there. Though her husband never kept the weapon loaded, she knew where the bullets were and could use the gun to defend herself.
Breaking free, she ran for the closet, her heart echoing in her ears. Rachel barely managed a couple of steps before his hand snaked around her shoulder. She lost her balance and sprawled across the floor.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he snarled. Grabbing a handful of her loose hair, he hauled her to her feet. Pieces of hair were ripped from her scalp. Rachel screamed, frantically scratching at his arms, his chest, anything to free herself.
He jerked her against his body and smacked her hard with his open hand. “That’s for trying to get away from me. You’ve wasted enough of my time. Now, let’s go.”
His hand clutched her arm tight. The gun bit into her ribs.
With all her strength, she tried to twist free, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into her arm. “Eva, run!” Rachel yelled as loud as she could, thinking only of her seventeen-year-old sister asleep in the bedroom next to hers.
Her last memory was of falling asleep in her favorite chair reading the Bible while waiting for her sister, Eva, to return. Now darkness flooded the room. The lantern’s wick had gone out. Through the pitch-black of night, the truth became horrifying. A strange man towered above her, his big gloved hand covering part of her face. She clawed at it as the last bit of air left her body.
He leaned in close, his face completely obscured by a ski mask, only his eyes visible. They burned into hers, the evil filling them chilling.
“You’re coming with me,” he growled, then removed his hand and hauled her from the chair. The Bible fell to the floor at her feet.
Air rushed into her lungs and she coughed, her eyes filling with tears as she continued to drag in breaths.
“Let’s go,” he ordered and pointed to the door. He shoved something against her side. A gun! The sight of it promised all sorts of unwelcome outcomes. She needed help.
His hot breath fanned across her cheek, his big body blocking her path to the door. If she could make it to the closet, Daniel’s old shotgun was stored there. Though her husband never kept the weapon loaded, she knew where the bullets were and could use the gun to defend herself.
Breaking free, she ran for the closet, her heart echoing in her ears. Rachel barely managed a couple of steps before his hand snaked around her shoulder. She lost her balance and sprawled across the floor.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he snarled. Grabbing a handful of her loose hair, he hauled her to her feet. Pieces of hair were ripped from her scalp. Rachel screamed, frantically scratching at his arms, his chest, anything to free herself.
He jerked her against his body and smacked her hard with his open hand. “That’s for trying to get away from me. You’ve wasted enough of my time. Now, let’s go.”
His hand clutched her arm tight. The gun bit into her ribs.
With all her strength, she tried to twist free, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into her arm. “Eva, run!” Rachel yelled as loud as she could, thinking only of her seventeen-year-old sister asleep in the bedroom next to hers.
Her memory is a blank. But with a serial killer coming after her, Catherine Fisher had better
figure out what she and a killer have in common soon, before she becomes his next victim.
figure out what she and a killer have in common soon, before she becomes his next victim.
Amish Country Murder by Mary Alford
Coming March 1st, 2020
Coming March 1st, 2020
An Amish woman targeted by a serial killer is the only living witness…
As the sole woman to escape the Dead of Night Killer, Catherine Fisher’s the key to catching him—if he doesn’t kill her first. Now it’s up to FBI agent Sutter Brenneman to protect her. But with her memory missing and all clues indicating the serial killer took her for very personal reasons, it’ll take everything Sutter has to keep her safe.
As the sole woman to escape the Dead of Night Killer, Catherine Fisher’s the key to catching him—if he doesn’t kill her first. Now it’s up to FBI agent Sutter Brenneman to protect her. But with her memory missing and all clues indicating the serial killer took her for very personal reasons, it’ll take everything Sutter has to keep her safe.
A Short Excerpt:
ONE
Her memory before waking up in the basement the night before was blank. Her head ached. Vision blurred. Dried blood caked the makeshift bandage secured around her head. She was completely at her kidnapper’s mercy. And he had none.
Thinking clearly with her heart threatening to explode from her chest was nearly impossible, but she had to try.
Her hands were zip-tied in front of her body. Beneath her, the cold of the cement floor seeped deep into her limbs. She was tethered to a support beam by a rope around her ankle.
He’d blindfolded her, but she’d pulled it free the second he was gone. She’d been in and out of consciousness most of the day, her body broken from the things he’d put her through.
The room was dark now. A twelve-by-twelve-inch window displayed the blackness of the night outside.
Through the drilling pain in her head, a niggling of something far more terrifying was just out of her reach. A nightmare waiting to be revealed. Last night, when she’d awakened to find the monster standing over her, she thought she’d heard another woman scream. Her stomach clenched. She prayed it was but a hallucination.
“Is anyone there?” Her frightened voice echoed through the basement and received no answer.
As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember anything from her past beyond waking up in this basement to him. Not how she’d come to be here, or what she’d been doing before he took her. Nothing. Yet one thing was clear. Without help, she would not walk out of this basement alive.
Outside, a car slowed. The garage door chugged up and fear spiraled throughout her body. He was home.
Thinking clearly with her heart threatening to explode from her chest was nearly impossible, but she had to try.
Her hands were zip-tied in front of her body. Beneath her, the cold of the cement floor seeped deep into her limbs. She was tethered to a support beam by a rope around her ankle.
He’d blindfolded her, but she’d pulled it free the second he was gone. She’d been in and out of consciousness most of the day, her body broken from the things he’d put her through.
The room was dark now. A twelve-by-twelve-inch window displayed the blackness of the night outside.
Through the drilling pain in her head, a niggling of something far more terrifying was just out of her reach. A nightmare waiting to be revealed. Last night, when she’d awakened to find the monster standing over her, she thought she’d heard another woman scream. Her stomach clenched. She prayed it was but a hallucination.
“Is anyone there?” Her frightened voice echoed through the basement and received no answer.
As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember anything from her past beyond waking up in this basement to him. Not how she’d come to be here, or what she’d been doing before he took her. Nothing. Yet one thing was clear. Without help, she would not walk out of this basement alive.
Outside, a car slowed. The garage door chugged up and fear spiraled throughout her body. He was home.
Mary Alford
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Mary Alford, loves giving her readers the unexpected.
Her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestselling List, Publisher’s Weekly Bestselling List, and have finaled in the Daphne Du Maurier award of excellence in mystery, The Beverly, The Maggie, and The Selah Awards. As a writer, Mary is an avid reader. She loves to cook, can’t face the day without coffee, and her three granddaughters are the apple of her eye. |
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She and her husband live in the heart of Texas in the middle of 70 acres with two cats and one dog. Mary is very active online and would love to connect with readers on Facebook and Twitter or any social platforms listed at www.maryalford.net.
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It's Time For A Giveaway!
Mary Alford is generously giving away a copy of both
Amish Country Kidnapping and Amish Country Murder to one person.
Amish Country Kidnapping and Amish Country Murder to one person.
Print (USA readers) OR E-Book (INTERNATIONAL readers)
All the best…
Mary Alford
