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Tyndale House Publishers
September 2020
On Sale: September 8, 2020
Featuring: Heather Lawrence
400 pages
ISBN: 1496427149
EAN: 9781496427144
Kindle: B085FTJJ9Q
Hardcover / e-Book
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Inspirational Romance, Inspirational Mystery, Romance Suspense

Also by DiAnn Mills:

Concrete Evidence, October 2022
Hardcover / e-Book
Trace of Doubt, September 2021
Trade Size / e-Book
Airborne, September 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
The Oregon Trail Romance Collection, November 2019
Paperback / e-Book
The Homestead Brides Collection, October 2019
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Fatal Strike, September 2019
Paperback / e-Book
Awaken My Heart, December 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Texas Brides Collection, November 2018
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Burden of Proof, October 2018
Trade Size / e-Book
The Farmer's Bride Collection, July 2018
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
High Treason, February 2018
Trade Size / e-Book
Deep Extraction, April 2017
Paperback / e-Book
Deadly Encounter, August 2016
Paperback / e-Book
Deadlock, October 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Double Cross, April 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Firewall, July 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Footsteps, September 2013
e-Book (reprint)
The Lighthouse Brides Collection, September 2013
Trade Size / e-Book
The Farmer's Bride Collection, August 2013
Paperback / e-Book
The Dance Of Character And Plot, June 2013
Paperback / e-Book
A Texas Brides Collection, May 2013
Paperback / e-Book
The Survivor, March 2013
Paperback / e-Book
The Chase, April 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Attracted to Fire, October 2011
Paperback / e-Book
Under a Desert Sky, June 2011
Paperback / e-Book
The Fire In Ember, January 2011
Paperback
Pursuit of Justice, October 2010
Trade Size / e-Book
A Woman Called Sage, May 2010
Paperback
Sworn To Protect, April 2010
Paperback / e-Book
Breach Of Trust, March 2009
Trade Size / e-Book
Texas Legacy Omnibus, August 2008
Paperback
Awaken My Heart, February 2008
Paperback
When the Nile Runs Red, September 2007
Paperback / e-Book
Mackinac Island, April 2006
Paperback

Excerpt of Airborne by DiAnn Mills

CHAPTER ONE

HOUSTON EARLY JULY MONDAY, 6 P.M.

Vacations offered a distraction for those who longed to relax and rejuvenate, but FBI Special Agent Heather Lawrence wrestled with the decision to take an overseas trip alone. Normally she arrived for a flight at IAH eager to embark upon a new adventure. Not this time. Her vacation expectations had bottomed out over four weeks ago after Chad had slammed the door on reconciliation. Was she working through her grief or avoiding the reality of a husband who no longer wanted her?

She waited to board the flight in a designated line at the gate. The hum of voices blended with airport beeps, and announcements swirled around her as though enticing her to join the enthusiasm. In the line beside her, passengers shifted their carry-ons and positioned their mobile devices or paper boarding passes.

Ready. Alert.

People eager to be on their way.

Heather offered a smile to those nearest her. An adorable little blond boy with an older woman found it hard to stand still. A middle-aged couple held hands. The bald head and pasty skin of the man indicated a medical condition. He stumbled, and the woman reached for him. A robust man held a violin case next to his heart. A twentysomething woman with pink hair and a man behind her with a scruffy beard exchanged a kiss.

Chad used to steal kisses.

If she pinpointed the exact moment when he chose to separate himself from her, she’d say when he returned from a third trip for Doctors Without Borders late last fall. He’d witnessed suffering and cruel deaths that had scarred him. She’d encouraged his desire to help others, not realizing their future would take a backseat. While he drove toward success, their marriage drifted across the lanes and stalled in a rut.

The boarding line moved toward the Jetway. Each step shook her to the core as though she should turn and try to reverse the past seven months. She’d ignored her and Chad’s deteriorating relationship in an effort to make him happy. A huge mistake. But she didn’t intend to add the labels beaten or weak to her dossier.

A cell phone sounded, and a man boarding in front of her stopped to answer it. His shoulders stiffened under a tan sports coat, and he talked in hushed tones. Heather dug her fingers into her palms and forced one foot in front of the other while the man pocketed his cell phone and proceeded into business class.

A flight attendant greeted her, a dark-haired young man wearing a wide smile, relaxed and genuine, an obvious sign he enjoyed his job. She returned the gesture. His black jacket with two rows of silver braid on the sleeves and black trousers were magazine perfect.

Heather walked to a rear aisle seat in business class and hoisted her tote bag into the overhead compartment. Although it held essentials for every emergency in case her luggage was delayed, the bulging piece weighed less than the burden on her heart.

Easing onto her seat, Heather pulled the brochure from her shoulder bag describing Salzburg’s music festival, a celebration of musicians past and present. First a layover in Frankfurt and then on to her destination. She’d rented an apartment for ten days within walking distance of the historical center. The flexibility allowed her to choose her itinerary and cook or dine out. From the online photos, the centuries-old building had just enough updates to be comfortable without damaging its historic charm. She’d have hours to explore Mozart’s roots, museums, the many churches, immerse herself in the culture, and think.

A female passenger, sporting red spiked hair and chin-length hooped earrings, stopped beside her. The woman carried a Venti Starbucks. “Excuse me.” Her German accent a reminder of the destination. “Would you mind holding my coffee while I store my carry-on?”

“Of course.” Heather held the cup while the woman shoved her small suitcase into the overhead bin.

“Sorry for the inconvenience. I wasn’t thinking when I bought the coffee.”

“It smells heavenly.” Heather stood to let the woman pass and then handed her the cup.

“Thank you.” The woman blew on the lid and took a sip. “I’m Mia.”

“I’m Heather.”

“Long flight ahead but soon I’ll be home.” She pointed to Heather’s brochure. “Salzburg?”

“Yes. For a much-needed vacation.”

“I’m from Frankfurt. Really missing my daughter and husband.”

“You’ll see them soon.”

Mia broke into a wide smile. “We’ve done FaceTime and texted, but I want to touch their faces and hug them.”

Heather continued to read the Salzburg brochure to avoid any personal comments from Mia, like whether she was taking a vacation solo. An elderly man wearing a straw fedora and a white mustache sat in the aisle seat across from Heather. He pulled his phone from his pant pocket and used his thumbs on the keyboard like a kid.

Mia placed her coffee on the tray and made a phone call. “Wie geht es meinem kleinen Mädchen?”

Heather translated the German. How is my little girl? The woman’s excitement resonated through every word. Love. Laughter. Priceless commodities that Heather didn’t possess. Yet this trip offered an opportunity to rekindle her faith in God and chart a course for the future.

While the attendants made their way through business class with drink orders, Heather longed to have confirmation she’d made the right decision to take this trip. No one knew of her vacation plans except her parents and Assistant Special Agent in Charge Wade Mitchell in Houston. No one needed to know the why of her trip until she made a few decisions.

Stuffing the Salzburg brochure into her bag, she snatched the aircraft’s information and confirmed the layout for 267 passengers, restrooms, exit doors, in-seat power, on-demand entertainment, and three galleys. She always noted the details of her surroundings, another habit of working so many FBI cases. Always be prepared for the unexpected.

 If the trip had been FBI sanctioned, her present circumstances might not hurt so much. How ironic she worked the critical incident response group as a behavior analyst, and she wrestled to understand her own life.

Right on time, the flight attendants took their assigned posts while miniature screens throughout the plane shared the aircraft’s amenities and explained the passenger safety instructions. The captain welcomed them moments before the plane lifted into the clouds.

On her way. No turning back. She prayed for a safe journey and much-needed answers.  Food smells from business class caught her attention, a mix of roasted chicken and beef. Too often of late, she forgot to eat or nothing appealed to her. To shake off the growing negativity, she paid for Wi-Fi and grabbed her phone from her bag. Time to concentrate on something other than herself.

She glanced at the incoming notifications. No texts. Her emails were an anticipated list of senders when she longed for a change of heart from Chad. Sighing, she closed her eyes. Between her job, Chad, and stress, too often she fought for enough pillow time.

Two hours later, she woke from a deep sleep to the sound of a woman’s scream.

Excerpt from Airborne by DiAnn Mills
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