Christmas in the Crosshairs
About Christmas in the Crosshairs
Inspirational Romantic Suspense
Setting – Seaport, Long Island, New York
Love Inspired Suspense (November 28, 2023)
Mass Market Paperback : 224 pages
A baby in need of protection— and a hitman in pursuit.
After evading an attack, defense attorney Adam Spencer is on the run from a dangerous hitman. The killer’s wife is Adam’s only hope at apprehending the criminal—until she lands in the hospital. Now he must depend on her twin sister, Jaelyn Reed, to find the answers they need…all while protecting the baby niece Jaelyn didn’t know she had. But with threats at every turn, trust may be the deadliest trap…From Love Inspired Suspense: Courage. Danger. Faith.
About Deena Alexander
Deena grew up in a small town on the south shore of eastern Long Island, where she met and married her high school sweetheart. She recently relocated to Florida with her husband, three kids, a son-in-law, and four dogs. Now she enjoys long walks in nature all year long, despite the occasional alligator or snake she sometimes encounters. Deena's love for writing developed when her youngest son was born and didn't sleep through the night, and she now works full-time as a writer and a freelance editor.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Deena-Alexander/author/B08C1VKZFZ
Christmas in the Crosshairs by Deena Alexander is a novel that grabs your attention right away. I thought the story was well written with
developed characters. There was plenty
of suspense and action that kept things lively (and kept me turning the
pages). I enjoyed the various twists and
turns. It is an emotional novel. I felt for Jaelyn. Her whole life is upended. Unfortunately, her life has become a roller
coaster and there are plenty of loop de loops ahead for her. Adam is trying to keep Jaelyn safe. He is unsure how much information to share
with Jaelyn. He is afraid that Jaelyn
will reach her breaking point. Of
course, being in such close contact brings out feelings between Jaelyn and
Adam. But each of them has trust issues
that could mean they are not ready to have a relationship. The story will keep you guessing until the
end. This was my first book by Deena Alexander. I am looking forward to reading
more by this author. Christmas in the Crosshairs is a captivating tale with an unknown twin, resolute killers, a
secreted infant, trust troubles, unexpected explosion, and a surprising
“We’re losing her!” Chaos erupted as two paramedics shoved a
gurney through the emergency department doors at a dead run. One of them called
out, “It’s Jaelyn Reed. She was attacked.”
Jaelyn’s heart stuttered. She recognized the voice of her
friend and fellow firefighter Pat Ryan. But what was he talking about? She was
fine, just finishing up her Christmas Eve shift at the hospital, where she
worked as a nurse when she wasn’t volunteering as a firefighter for Seaport
Fire and Rescue. Since she had no family to go home to, she often worked the
Footsteps pounded as doctors, nurses, and technicians rushed
toward a commotion in one of the nearby cubicles.
She followed the sound of Pat’s voice rattling off vitals
down the corridor. Why had he said it was Jaelyn? That she’d been attacked?
She’d known Pat Ryan since she was a kid, was friends with both him and his
fiancée, Rachel, and she’d never heard the slightest edge of panic in his
voice. Until now.
She stepped into the cubicle. “What’s going on?”
Pat glanced at her then snapped his head back in a double
“Pat, what happened?”
His gaze shot to the gurney, where a young woman lay
unconscious as the nurses assessed and began treatment.
When Jaelyn followed his stare, her breath caught in her
throat. Looking down at the woman’s face was like looking into a mirror. The
stranger shared the same long, nearly black hair as Jaelyn, though hers was
tangled and matted with blood; the same delicate features, at least it appeared
so beneath the contusions and swelling; and even the same slim, athletic build.
“I don’t understand.” Pat frowned and grabbed the woman’s
purse from the bottom of the gurney. “She looks enough like you to be your—”
“Sister.” The one word escaped on a shallow huff of breath.
Could this woman be her sister? The sister she hadn’t even known existed until
a month ago? It’d been almost a year since she’d taken the DNA test—just for
fun, something she’d let her fellow firefighters convince her to do to pass the
time amid a blizzard that had gripped the area last winter.
Jaelyn had grown up in Seaport, New York, a small town on
the east end of Long Island’s south shore, daughter of a prominent couple in
the community, Dr. and Mrs. Elijah Reed. And she was an only child. The last
thing she’d ever expected was to shake loose any deep, dark secrets from the
Reed family tree. And then her results had come in…and last month the friends
and family app had connected her to her twin. “Maya Barlowe.”
“Yeah.” Pat held out a slim photo holder with the woman’s
driver’s license. The picture of the woman staring back at her could have been,
well, her twin. “That’s the name on her ID. Is she your sister?”
Apparently. Since Jaelyn’s parents had been killed in a car
accident five years ago, she hadn’t been able to ask them about her. She had no
other family—no one to lean on after her fiancé had left her for another woman
while she was grieving—and she hadn’t wanted to go to any of her parents’
friends. At least, not yet. She’d needed time to process the information first.
Jaelyn had yet to decide whether or not to reach out to the woman, try to
ascertain how they shared not only the same DNA but the same birthdate as well.
Even as she’d debated her options, she hadn’t fully accepted the fact it could
actually be true, that she could have a long-lost twin sister she’d never known
“Out of the way, guys.” One of the other nurses shoved past
Coming to her senses, Jaelyn stepped aside, careful not to
upset the delicate choreography as the doctors and nurses worked together in a
desperate effort to save the woman’s life.
Pat gripped her elbow and led her out into the hallway.
“Hey, you okay?”
Was she? She honestly didn’t know. While she hated the
thought of seeing anyone suffer, what was she supposed to feel for this woman
who might be her twin but whom she’d never met? Confusion was the overwhelming
emotion. She shoved a few stray strands of hair out of her face. “Yeah, I
guess, but I don’t understand what’s going on. Where did you find her? And what
happened to her?”
“A call came in.” With a glance over his shoulder, Pat
ushered her farther across the hall so they’d be out of the way. “A couple of
kids riding dirt bikes came across her just before dusk in the woods behind the
Seaport Bed and Breakfast. She’d been attacked, badly beaten. I’m sorry,
Jaelyn, I didn’t even know you’d reached out to her. I guess with the holidays
“No. That’s the thing…” Only a handful of people knew about
the secret Jaelyn’s DNA test had revealed, Pat being one of them. Could someone
she’d trusted have contacted Maya? No, not possible. The few close friends
she’d told knew that Jaelyn wasn’t sure how she wanted to handle the situation
yet. None of them would have betrayed her confidence… Besides, she hadn’t
shared Maya’s name with anyone. “I didn’t reach out, nor did she contact me. I
have no idea what she was doing here. I didn’t even realize she knew about me.”
“Assuming she’s here because of you,” Pat pointed out.
“I guess, but according to the information I have, she lives
in New York City. What are the chances she just happened to show up a few miles
from where I live and work?” Even though plenty of people from New York City
visited the south shore of Eastern Long Island, especially around the holidays,
most of them flocked to the Hamptons or Montauk. Seaport wasn’t exactly a
thriving tourist destination.
Pat frowned. “Slim to none, I’d say.”
So, her sister must have been trying to find her, which
begged the question, why hadn’t she tried to contact her? Or had she? Jaelyn
had been on duty for the past twelve hours and hadn’t bothered to check her
messages. “My phone is in the locker room. I’ll have to see if she tried to
“The police officers were questioning the kids who found
her, but they’ll be here any minute.” He gestured in the direction of the
locker room. “You should probably see if she tried to make contact before they
get here. I’m sure they’ll want to know if that’s why she was in Seaport.”
Dazed, Jaelyn paused and glanced into the cubicle where her
coworkers and friends worked to save Maya. Should she go in? Try to help?
Technically, she was off duty now, but still…
“There’s nothing you can do for her in there, Jaelyn. She’s
being taken care of. It would probably help her more right now to find out if
she tried to call you, if she left any kind of message, maybe indicated she was
in trouble, anything that would help the police find who did this to her.”
She nodded. He was right. “Yeah, okay.”
“And Jaelyn…” He turned to face her, rubbed his hands up and
down her arms. “I’m really sorry about your sister, but I’m glad you’re okay.
I’m not gonna lie, when we first arrived on scene and thought it was you, it
gave both Jack and me a jolt.”
She covered one of his hands with hers. “Thank you, Pat.”
“You didn’t check her ID there?” Jaelyn asked.
He only hesitated a fraction of a second, but it was a
telling pause. “She’s in bad shape, Jaelyn. We stabilized her and transported her.
Plus, like I said, we thought it was you, both recognized you immediately.”
She nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation in
that moment. Nothing but saving the patient would have mattered to the
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll wait here and keep an eye on her
while you go ahead and get your phone. You may as well get changed while you’re
in the locker room, so you can sit with your sister afterward.”
She smiled at him, grateful he understood her need to know
how Maya was doing. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He squeezed her arm once more, as if needing to
reassure himself she was fine. “I’ll let the guys know you’re okay.”
She nodded and started toward the locker room at a brisk
pace. Since she was not only a nurse in the emergency room, but also a
volunteer firefighter and a member of a well-known family in the community,
news of her being attacked would have spread quickly. Especially in the small
town of Seaport. It would be good to squash the rumors before they could gain
any real traction.
Thankfully, with Pat taking care of that, it was one less
thing she had to worry about, and she could turn her attention to her sister. Sister. She still couldn’t quite wrap
her head around the idea. Being an only child was all she’d ever known. She
shook off the confusion and increased her pace. None of that mattered now. The
sooner she gathered her things, the sooner she could return to Maya and
hopefully get some answers.
As she passed the nurses’ station, a man’s voice brought her
up short. “I’m looking for Maya Barlowe?”
Jaelyn turned at the mention of her sister’s name.
“Can you tell me if she was brought in—” A bulky man who had
to be better than six feet tall shifted his attention from the nurses’ station
even as he asked the question. As he glanced in her direction, his gaze clashed
with Jaelyn’s. His expression showed confusion at first, but then it hardened
and he straightened.
Jaelyn hesitated, caught off guard by the hostility marring
His focus narrowed on her as he reached inside his jacket
and pulled out a handgun.
Her breath caught in her lungs. A dull ache spread through
her chest. Fear paralyzed her.
Eyes hard, hand dead steady, the man lifted the weapon
The chaos of the emergency department receded, and blackness
tunneled her vision. It seemed nothing existed but the two of them caught in
some deadly stare down. She desperately wanted to believe she was just in the
wrong place at the wrong time, but her mind wouldn’t allow her to accept that.
The gunman’s glare was too intense, his attention too pinpointed on her, and
he’d just asked about her sister.
“Get down!” another man yelled.
Jaelyn couldn’t react. All of her training as a nurse, as a
firefighter, had her remaining calm in the face of the weapon. It was the look
in his eyes that had her blood running cold. She’d never seen such emptiness,
such coldness, such…darkness.
And then someone tackled her from the side, even as the
first bullets flew. Sheer terror swamped her.
More gunshots erupted. Screams, crashes, sobs tore through
the emergency department as patients and staff ran or dove for cover, trying to
protect those who were unable to flee.
Jaelyn landed hard on her elbow. Pain shot to her shoulder
and her wrist, and her fingers went numb.
“Go, go, go!” The stranger half-dragged, half-shoved her
toward an examination room door, knocking over the Christmas tree in an
Jaelyn scrambled in the direction she was led, hit the door
at a crouch, and tumbled through.
Another round of gunshots pierced the air, too many for just
the handgun she’d seen. Had the attacker had another weapon beneath his jacket,
or was there a second gunman? Two shots shattered the window in the door.
Jaelyn covered her head and ducked against a row of
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