Angelina gets a call from her brother for help, a brother she hasn’t seen since for ten years--not since she visited him in Australia, a place he had gone to be a missionary.

So she heads off to see him, but is intercepted at the airport and climbs into a waiting car. Once in the car she realizes these are not men sent by her brother, but men who are intent on killing her.

She manages to escape and hijack a national park reserve officer and his jeep.

David Lemming has left a past full of hurt and pain after he got saved. He is very happy doing the job he is doing while he waits for God’s direction. But God’s direction wasn’t having a woman kidnap him and shoot at the vehicle she just fell out of…was it?

Maybe she is there because he has been sent to help her.

The story that follows is a suspenseful tale of intrigue and desperation. Angelina finds out her brother is missing, the reason is because he has information about someone who is planning to kill the First Lady. She has to find her brother before he is killed, before the killer strikes the President’s wife..and before she herself is killed.

And while she is doing that, David teaches her that God is in control and if she’ll let go of her bitter past and find peace, she might just survive.

Will she ultimately have to choose between her life and the First Lady’s...is she ready to face her maker?

My name is Cheryl Wolverton. I'm over 35 (over 40, in fact) have two children and have been married over twenty years (I married in 1982). My birthday is May 17th.

Background. I was born in Lawton, Oklahoma, a medium size town next to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. My father worked at a body shop while my mom was a stay at home mom who could cook the best chocolate pudding--this was before instant stuff and microwaves etc.! I had an older brother who moved out when I was five, an older sister--by five years and a younger sister--by 18 months!

We weren't a rich family, but we kids never knew that. Mom made our clothes and only on special occasions, such as Easter or Christmas, did we get store bought dresses.

From the time I was three years old we would walk down to the local Baptist church (those Baptists! They have a church on every corner, bless their hearts!). My older sister took us until she stopped going.

I always enjoyed church and it wasn't until my teenage years that I started getting lazy about going. I was the only one...and then one morning, my mom said, "I thought, out of all of them, you'd go" when I was lying in bed telling her I was too tired to go.

That impacted my life like you wouldn't believe. I never had realized mom thought one or another about me going to church...but enough about that...you'll see more of that on other pages!

Our tiny church (on Pollard Avenue) was dying and I had to find another church to go to...and at the time I was in college. I had a strict rule about not dating anyone who wasn't a Christian. Period. I could be friends, but that was as far as it went (oh, did I not understand at the time that many of the 'Christians' in church weren't really Christian's at all. But God is faithful and was watching out for me).

In college I met a young man who went to church. That's what caught my interest. I mean honestly, those guys are few and far between. The only problem was his family was 'rich'. His family was one of the town's 'founders'. And, he was going into the army.

Three strikes against him. And yes, I married him!

Well, so much for hating something. You'll learn that if you say "I will never..." You end up doing it. NEVER EVER say those three tiny words!

He is the absolute love of my life. I could not survive without him. God certainly knew what he was doing when he sent Steve across my path. He is the calm to my craziness, the patience to my short-temperedness. He's great.

Four years after I started writing I sold to a brand new line, Love Inspired. I will never forget 'the call'. Now I have 14 books sold to Love Inspired! God has truly blessed me. In the good times and bad times, always I will praise God for who He is and his wisdom.