Abducted. Samantha Keith

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      First Electronic Edition: August 2018

      eISBN-13: 978-15161-0673-8

      eISBN-10: 1-5161-0673-3

      First Print Edition: August 2018

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0670-7

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0670-9

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      Acknowledgments

      I have so many amazing people to dedicate this book to and to thank for its success. My husband, Jesse, you have been beside me through every hurdle. You’re the most driven, positive, and motivated person I know. Seeing those qualities in you have made me persevere. You’ve also been my inspiration for these strong, yet sensitive heroes. Thank you for always supporting me and sharing in every up and down.

      Skylar, this book is for you, and for every moment of attention it has taken from you. There will never be a moment of failure in my life because I have you. If there’s anything I want you to learn from this, it’s to never give up on your dreams. I love you so much. You are my greatest teacher, and you hold my entire heart.

      For my dad, who was never able to achieve his dreams. I’m eternally grateful that your creativity lives through me and that you passed on this gift, in a different form of art. For my mom and David, who have always supported me. Mom, you’ve always believed in me and have never doubted my passions. I’ve withheld my manuscripts from you for a reason. I want you to read my writing for the first time as a published work, so that I can truly earn the pride you so easily lavish on me. Now, you have good reason!

      I’d like to say a big thank you to my agent, Liz. I appreciate your time and effort throughout this journey. Caralee, thank you for all you’ve taught me. You’ve been a solid resource of information and experience, and have been my number one cheerleader since day one. I wouldn’t be where I am had we not crossed paths. You’re a saint. And to my wonderful critique partner and soul sister, Danielle. I love working alongside you every day and our daily mom-struggle exchanges. This journey has been more fun than I could have imagined having you a part of my life.

      I’d also like to say a very special thank you to my fantastic editor, Selena. I’m so grateful you and Rebecca saw something in my work and were willing to give me this opportunity and help make Abducted what it is now.

      Lastly, thank you so very much to my readers! This has been a long journey, and it means the world to me to finally have Abducted published. This novel holds my blood, sweat, and many tears. I fell in love with this story the moment the idea came to me, and I’ve never given up on it. I only hope that you, my reader, will love it half as much as I do.

      Chapter 1

      A bead of sweat broke out on his brow, and he wiped it away with his sleeve. Despite the cool air, he was roasting in his black camouflage gear. She should be home and in bed by now. Last Saturday night she’d been home by midnight, and even earlier on other nights of the week that he’d conducted surveillance. His pulse beat steadily against his eardrums with impatience. It didn’t matter. He’d be waiting for her when she decided to come home. There was no chance in hell he was backing out of this job now.

      Headlights cut through the night as a car pulled up to the front gate. Determination tensed his muscles, and his lips curved.

      It’s about damn time.

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