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Praise for Margaret Daley and her novels
“Forsaken Canyon, a sharp, creative story by Margaret Daley, has great suspense from beginning to end.”
-RT Book Reviews
“Margaret Daley keeps readers guessing, developing the suspense gradually in this enticing novel.”
-RT Book Reviews on Vanished
“Buried Secrets, by Margaret Daley, is a fun, adventurous tale with romance blended into each scene. Don’t be deceived, however, because danger nips at Maggie’s and Zach’s feet as they try to solve this well-thought-out mystery.”
-RT Book Reviews
Praise for Debby Giusti and her novels
“Debby Giusti doesn’t pull any punches in this intriguing story that’s like a maze with no end. MIA: Missing in Atlanta is a thrilling story with a superb ending.”
–RT Book Reviews
“Plenty of suspense, a captivating mystery and fast pacing make this a great read.”
-RT Book Reviews on Protecting Her Child
“Inspirational romantic suspense at its best.”
-FreshFiction.com on Scared to Death
MARGARET DALEY
feels she has been blessed. She has been married more than thirty years to her husband, Mike, whom she met in college. He is a terrific support and her best friend. They have one son, Shaun. Margaret has been writing for many years and loves to tell a story. When she was a little girl, she would play with her dolls and make up stories about their lives. Now she writes these stories down. She especially enjoys weaving stories about families and how faith in God can sustain a person when things get tough. When she isn’t writing, she is fortunate to be a teacher for students with special needs. Margaret has taught for over twenty years and loves working with her students. She has also been a Special Olympics coach and has participated in many sports with her students.
DEBBY GIUSTI
is a medical technologist who loves working with test tubes and petri dishes almost as much as she loves to write. Growing up as an army brat, Debby met and married her husband—then a captain in the army—at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Together they traveled the world, raised three wonderful army brats of their own and have now settled in Atlanta, Georgia, where Debby spins tales of suspense that touch the heart and soul. Contact Debby through her Web site, www.DebbyGiusti.com, e-mail [email protected] or write c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279.
CHRISTMAS PERIL
Margaret Daley
Debby Giusti
CONTENTS
MERRY MAYHEM
Margaret Daley
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
EPILOGUE
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
YULE DIE
Debby Giusti
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
MERRY MAYHEM
Margaret Daley
To Aubrey with all my love
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.
—Proverbs 3:5–6
ONE
Annie Coleman almost dropped the phone at her ex-boyfriend’s words, but she couldn’t. She had to keep it together for her daughter. Jayden played nearby, oblivious to the sheer terror Annie was feeling at hearing Bryan’s gasping warning. “Run. Disappear…Don’t trust anyone, especially the police.”
A scuffling noise on the other end of the phone sent her heartbeat slamming against her chest. What was going on? A swishing sound filled her ears, followed by something like a fist hitting flesh and a groan that iced her blood.
“Thought you could get away,” a gruff voice said between punches. “You haven’t finished telling me what I need to know.”
Annie panicked. What was going on? What was happening to Bryan on the other end? Confusion gripped her in a choke hold, her chest tightening with each inhalation.
“I don’t want—” Bryan’s rattling gasp punctuated the brief silence “—any money. Just let me go. I’ll—” a smack interrupted his words “—forget…everything.”
“I’m not worried about you telling a soul.” The menace in the assailant’s tone underscored his deadly intent. “Now all I need is where you hid it exactly. If you tell me now, it will be a lot less painful.”
“I can’t—” Agony laced each word.
“What’s that? A phone?”
The sounds of a struggle then a gunshot blasted her eardrum. Curses roared through the connection.
Fear paralyzed Annie in the middle of her kitchen. Was Bryan shot? Dead? she screamed silently, clutching the receiver until her fingers locked into place.
“Who’s this? Annie? Who are you?”
