She broke his heart. But now, this former SEAL is her only hope of surviving what's coming.

Shortly after returning home from being held captive overseas, former Navy SEAL Silas Williamson found himself sole guardian of his four-year-old niece.

Moving to Hope Springs was supposed to be a safe haven for them both, but then she showed up. The woman who has haunted every moment of his life since they parted ways a decade ago.

Bianca Theodore has certainly suffered through her fair share of dark times. As a military trauma surgeon, she's saved more lives than she can count. However, there was one life she refused to save. And after years of hiding...those who know she's responsible have found her.

As Bianca faces down with the nightmares of her past, she turns to Silas who is haunted by his own. Together they stand a chance at surviving the coming battle, but only if they turn to the One who can bring them the peace they so desperately crave.

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Read an excerpt from Perilous Healing

I can feel him before I see him.

The blood-sizzling, bone-deep awareness that comes from being anywhere in Silas Williamson’s vicinity.

The nightmares come flooding back.

Being lost in a hot jungle.

Closing up the same wounds over and over again because his skin was so tattered the stitches wouldn’t hold.

“Bianca!” Little Eloise, his four-year-old niece, rushes over and wraps herself around my arm. I have to pull it free just to hug her back.

I force a smile, shoving the burdens of my past aside so I can focus on the beam of light that is Eloise Williamson. “Hey, sweet girl. How are you today?”

“You know, it’s my birthday.”

I grin at her as she smiles up with eyes that are so like Silas’s, she could be his daughter. Likely because her mother was his twin. “Is it really?”

She nods. “I’m five today.”

I give her a high five, happy that the one shining moment of today is that I get to share my birthday with such a wonderful little girl. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”

“Thanks! When is your birthday?”

My gaze lifts to Silas. Aside from Pastor Redding now, he’s the only one who knows…but does he remember? It was one of those things I told him about when we’d been in that jungle. When you think you may not survive to see another sunrise, the truth just kind of pours out.

Since he’s not even looking at me, I’m assuming he doesn’t remember—or doesn’t care. “Today is your day, kiddo. Don’t be worried about other people’s birthdays, just focus on your own.”

“Eloise, we need to get some breakfast before I drop you off at the library.” Silas’s deep voice resonates with a part of me that I try really, really, hard to separate from myself.

He makes me feel safe and scared.

Hopeful and hopeless.

Everything all at once.

All that I carry for him is a massive contradiction, but I know that’s only because he knows everything the others don’t. Secrets that I’d wanted to die with me in that jungle.

He could have buried me with them, but he’s kept each and every one. Who knows why, and I’m honestly afraid to ask. So I just continue pushing forward, pretending that Silas Williamson doesn’t hold the very keys to my heart. Keys that I gave to him when we’d been back in that jungle, barely surviving, with only each other to rely on.

Our connection is volatile now, but it wasn’t always like that. Back then, he’d been everything to me. Honestly, he still is. No matter how hard I try to push him away.

I know why he hates me.

I hate myself most days.

But it doesn’t take away from the fact that I wish, for once, he’d look at me like he did all those years ago. Back before he knew the truth.