Cassie nurses a broken heart due to the senseless death of her missionary husband. She's angry at God for letting him die, and for not avenging his death in what Cassie determines is a timely manner. She decides to take matters into her own hands and avenge his death but needs the help of a mercenary from her past. However, once she locates him, Parker wants no part of her plan. Perplexed beyond reason, Cassie can’t understand why. Parker thinks he has Cassie figured out, but three days after Cassie’s appearance at his home, there’s a galactic supernatural display of God’s power in his front yard, and Parker is shown the error of his assumptions. Cassie’s relentless pursuit of vengeance takes her to surprising places, and despite Parker’s objections, he gets pulled into the mission Cassie is convinced will mend her broken heart. As they journey together, a tenuous bond is formed, but surprising revelations threaten their unusual relationship. Can Cassie forgive what she learns about Parker’s part in the death of her husband? Will either Cassie or Parker get what they want while leaving the other one to live with the fallout? Is it possible for either of them to win when someone dies? Is the payoff Cassie and Parker find worth the risks they face? God and Satan battle for the souls of these two fascinating characters in this fast-paced compelling story which includes a mesa vision, a desert oasis, guardian angels and a Mexican drug lord.
Excerpt from CHOICES:
"I look down into her big blue eyes, my gaze going past all those golden curls which still radiate heat from the Mexican sun. I haven’t answered her question or validated her statement or done whatever it is she wants me to do. I’m too busy looking at her lips, doing my best to memorize her face, her size, her scent because I’m certain she’s going to tell me she hates me, and this will be the last I’ll ever see of her. I’m in a daze, frozen in this moment, and I’m fine with that. This moment is much preferred to recent ones. Those were filled with fear of losing her, of self-loathing for my part in her pain and only a vapor of hope for the future I want with this woman. The next moment will see the shattering of new dreams, the dissipation of all hope. The next moment will crush me.