Send to KindleTwo desperate people—one last resort. Pursued by an ex-fiance’, shattered dreams, an awesome God, and a cowboy farmer. There’s only one place she can turn . . . . There’s only one last resort . . .
LAST RESORT is set in Bridal Wreath, Florida, a fictional town, Key West, the Panhandle, and Plant City, Florida. Faith Grace Roussell vows to hide her heart so deeply in Christ that to find her, a man will have to find Him first, but will the true hidden treasures in God’s Word be enough when she collides with Matt Allen? Faith is stalked and forced to search her conflicted heart.
EXCERPT for B. J. Robinson’s Last Resort Faith tore out of the jail’s parking lot and prayed she wouldn’t get a ticket. She turned Old Blue into the flowing traffic. Her heart pumped faster than a racecar engine. Dear God, please don’t let me be too late. She reached down and punched Matt’s number again. Come on, Matt, where are you? Pick up. Still no answer. She snapped the phone shut and focused on the road ahead. Who could possibly have it in for him? He was such a great guy. She gassed the truck as she passed the city limits and left the jail behind. Why wasn’t he answering? She’d never had a problem before. This wasn’t like him. Faith whipped into the drive. She jumped from her pickup, strode to the side door, and knocked. No answer. She pulled out her cell and tried again. It rang and rang, then went straight to the voicemail. This time, she hung up without leaving a message. She yanked the screen door, and it flew open, unlatched. The doorknob turned, and she shoved the door open and yelled, “Matt, are you there?”
No response. She briskly marched through the house and called his name. She checked each room. In Matt’s office, the swivel chair faced the door. Blood spotted it. Faith’s heart lurched. Oh, God, please don’t let me be too late. She spotted blood droplets on the carpet and followed them back through the kitchen and to the garage. Matt’s truck ran. Dear God, what will I find when I open this door? Please let me be in time. Why didn’t Matt use his pistol? Faith jerked the garage door, but it wouldn’t budge. She ran to the kitchen and hit the automatic door opener. The door slowly opened. She raced inside the garage, and the gas fumes nearly knocked her out. She coughed and held her nose with one hand. Her eyes burned, but she yanked open the driver’s truck door. Matt tumbled out. She let go of her nose and turned off the truck. Faith slid her arms under Matt’s and locked her hands in front of his chest. She hefted. He didn’t budge. She had to get him out of there. Now. No time to waste. She hauled in a breath, grunted, and heaved. He lifted, and she pulled him toward the door. One foot. Two feet. Three more. “Matt, we’re out of the garage.” Please, Lord, help me. She couldn’t drop him now. The outside air hit her face and tears of relief filled her eyes. She tenderly laid him on the grass by the side of the cement drive and yanked her cell from its holster. She dialed 911. Assured the ambulance was on its way, Faith closed her phone and felt for his heartbeat. She rubbed her knuckles against his breast bone and stroked his face. So still. She touched his neck and held her breath. No response. She tilted his head and lifted his chin, then put her ear to his
mouth and listened. Nothing. She looked for chest movement. Nothing. She listened for air blowing through his mouth or nose, or on her cheek. Nothing. He wasn’t going to die if she had anything to do with it. She ran her tongue over her lip and tasted perspiration. Why did sweat always taste salty, and why would she even think to question that at a time like this? She took a quick, shallow breath and whispered, “Come on, Matt. Breathe! BREATHE!” It’d been a long time since she’d trained for CPR. Would she remember what to do? A bluish pallor stole over Matt’s complexion, and his body became a dead weight. She had no time to lose. Faith pinched his nose and made a seal over his mouth with her own. She breathed big enough to make his chest rise, let his chest fall, and repeated the rescue breath again. She listened for an intake of breath, an exhale, but the only sound was the pounding of her own heart in her ears.
Reader says, “I was spellbound by Last Resort and B. J. Robinson. I loved the characters and didn’t want to put the book down until I found out what happened to Matt and Faith. It kept my attention wanting to know what happened with the ex. She kept me guessing until the end, and I loved the surprise twists woven throughout. Those ending chapters really kept me on my toes. Vivid description made me want to go to Key West. I could smell the food Faith cooked and the strawberries. Wouldn’t mind eating with those characters. I look forward to reading more books from this author.”
What early Readers Had to Say… “B. J. Robinson’s Last Resort is an inspirational romantic suspense story that keeps you hanging on the edge of your seat — both to see if the villain is overcome and to see if Matt and Faith end up together. You don’t want to miss this one with its twists; it’s a great read!” Deb Haggerty, Author and Speaker “The warm, sweet romance, yet insightful story, will touch your heart with its simplicity and charm.” Janet Perez Eckles, Author and Speaker
Two desperate people—one last resort. Pursued by an ex-fiance’, shattered dreams, an awesome God, and a cowboy farmer. There’s only one place she can turn . . . . There’s only one last resort . . .
Bio:
B. J. Robinson pens Christian inspirational fiction in the romantic suspense genre, contemporary, mystery, and historical romance categories to provide choices for her readers. She enjoys the company of her pets while writing, a golden retriever, Honi, a golden cocker spaniel, Sunflower, and a husky puppy, Cherokee. Sunflower is a character in Last Resort. When not writing, the author enjoys gardening and nature. Visit her on Facebook or her blog http://barbarajrobinson.blogspot.com.
