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This audiobook is about spiritual warfare, to let Christians know why we are in it, and what we can do to defend ourselves from the attacks of our adversary, the devil.

Our money states: "In God We Trust", which reflects that our nation was founded on godly principles. Over the years, some have initiated campaigns to remove this from our legal tender. I submit to you that as a nation, "In God We Trust" is not just written on our money, it should be written on our hearts, because God is our creator and we are his people; he is the author and finisher of our faith.

Former Navy SEAL Nixon Swagger is home. After 12 years of service and twice as many deployments, all Nix wanted was quiet. He’d sought the solace of the land he’d grown up on and found the peace he needed to silence the noise and figure out his next move. Nixon’s stay was supposed to be temporary.

Catarina Keys doesn’t play it safe—and to hell with anyone who gets in her way. A free agent now, she takes a risky mission in Honduras, delivering high-stakes intel to a woman with an ironclad reputation. Reckless? Absolutely. But the peril of her current situation isn’t all that’s on her mind. She’s dangerously preoccupied with burning thoughts of him.

I was the daughter of Satan. The sister of Zeus. An unwitting outlaw motorcycle club princess that was my legacy—the past I knew I’d never outrun. I just didn’t know that would mean literally. Now I had two choices: risk my father finding me and selling me to pay off a debt, or marry a deliciously hot stranger who hated me. Fake marriage it was. Now I just had to safeguard my heart and not fall for my fake husband. That should’ve been easy. Davis Wright despised my brother and he was a judgmental jerk.

It was supposed to be a fantasy-fueled, one-night stand, something to make me shed my good girl inhibitions. Imagine my shock when the sexy stranger I spent the night with showed up the next morning at a breakfast my grandmother was hosting. When he took me back to my hotel, one night turned into a weekend. That was where it was supposed to end. I flew back to Las Vegas, thinking I'd never see the emotionally unavailable Wilson McCray again. He had other plans.