A soldier tormented by the past. A woman with no memory. A love neither of them saw coming.

Elliot "Echo" Hunt carries the weight of his past, haunted by the one person he couldn’t save. When he finds an injured woman on his ranch, he rescues her without hesitation—only to realize she looks eerily like the one he couldn’t protect.

"Jane Doe" wakes with no memory, no identity—just an overwhelming sense of connection to the man who saved her. The attraction between them is undeniable, yet Elliot, scarred by his past, keeps her at arm’s length, terrified of what a second chance at love could cost.

As the danger surrounding Jane intensifies, so does their bond. With every passing day, their hearts grow closer, but secrets from her past threaten to tear them apart.

As Elliot faces his greatest fears, he must decide if he’s willing to trust in God’s plan for a love that might heal them both—or risk losing it forever.

Dive into a gripping tale of love, redemption, and unshakable faith. Get your copy of Echo and experience a heart-pounding Christian romantic suspense story that will leave you breathless!

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From Literary Titan's five-star review of Echo...

"Ashley does a brilliant job of building suspense without losing the thread of heart in the story. The scene where Jane prays through Psalm 23 while escaping through the woods had me breathless. It was both terrifying and strangely beautiful. I appreciated how Ashley wove scripture organically into the story. It didn’t feel forced or preachy. Instead, it felt like a lifeline, like the characters were clinging to it as fiercely as I was turning the pages."

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Read an excerpt from Echo

“I wonder what I did. Before, I mean.”

He casts me a sideways look before returning his attention to the road. “I’m thinking rodeo clown.”

I snort, nearly spewing coffee from my nose. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs. “You’re funny.”

“Hold on a second.” I turn in my seat so I can see him more clearly. “You think I was a rodeo clown because I’m funny?”

“That tree ring joke was gold.”

“But a clown?”

He laughs, a deep, booming, joyous sound that once again takes me by surprise. The man laughs so infrequently you’d think he rarely felt joy. “Fair enough. Maybe not a rodeo clown. Though I could see you facing down bulls without batting an eye.”

I grin, wondering if he realizes just how much I needed to hear that. “That’s quite the compliment coming from a soldier like you, sir.” He chuckles but doesn’t say anything else.

After taking another sip of my coffee, I stare out the window. It’s been miles and miles of smooth driving, just a flat road and no traffic. It’s been easy to forget that we’re technically going to try to find out why a woman was murdered rather than taking a vacation.

I take a deep breath. “Tell me something else you think about me. What have you observed?”

“You like your coffee black, which means you likely drink it on the go. That makes me believe you’re a person who balances a busy schedule.”

“So I’m motivated and brave, go on.”

He smiles. “You also tend to dress in muted colors, so I’d say rodeo clown really is off the table of possible careers.”

“You’re the one who put it on in the first place.”

“You’re quick to trust some people but are cautious around others, which means you either have a great judge of character or aren’t afraid of anyone hurting you.”

“Which do you think it is?”

He meets my gaze for a moment then looks back out at the road. “Both.”