By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

Welcome to Hathaway House.
Rehab Center. Safe Haven.
Second chance at life and love.

Lance Mayfair sought out Hathaway House at the recommendation of a friend, who told him it was an answer to prayer. Lance knows more about prayers than answers, but, if he can see progress in one particular area of his life and health, it will be worth the effort and the pain. He’ll do anything he can to play music again. It’s all he has left now that his days as a Navy SEAL are over and, with them, any chance of a happy, productive life.

However, the shoulder injury that ended his career pretty much guarantees he’ll never play his beloved instruments ever again.

Unless Hathaway House and Jessica can work a miracle.

Jessica has worked with many patients at Hathaway House, but she connects with Lance in a way she didn’t with any of the others. She can see the need inside him—his desire to create again, to heal through music. And his goal becomes her goal: to see him play music in his soul again.

Only his music isn’t all he wants or needs, and making him happy goes a long way to making her happy, but it’s not enough. Both want and need so much more.

When Ian sends Lance pictures of his recovery, Lance was sure they had been photoshopped. He couldn’t believe the difference between the man he knew here and the one in the photos. Even Jaden was encouraging hm to go to Hathaway House, both man swore it would make all the difference in the world.

The journey definitely took a toll on him, as has been the case with every one we’ve met in these books so far. It seems to me that Lance is perhaps a little more aware of the things that could hold him back.

His set back comes in the form of anemia and an infection, not a mental one as we’ve seen before. Jessica his nurse has been very watchful of him. She’s drawn to him on a level she doesn’t quite understand. In one of their conversations he mentioned music was a hobby, one he made money from before he went into the service. He also mentioned the guitar as one of the instruments he played.

On one of her trips into town Jessica spots an old guitar, it wasn’t expensive and she has it tuned and leaves it for him while he’s sleeping.

This is a favorite scene.

“Well, that’s hard to believe,” he said. In his wheelchair, he stopped at the coffee station and tried to put some on his tray, but it was already pretty full.

“Not to worry,” Dennis said. “I’ll come behind you and bring you a fresh cup.”

“Only if you’ve got time,” he said, looking back at him.

“I’ll make time,” he said. “It’s coffee after all, and we all need it in the morning.”

Lance smiled and said, “Well, I sure do. I’m definitely a coffee drinker,” he said.

And he slowly pushed his wheelchair outside in the sun. If nothing else he needed the sunshine and some vitamin D. Jessica was right about that. In the morning he wouldn’t burn. He knew it would still take a few days for the antibiotics to kick in fully, but he had to admit to feeling a little bit better. When Dennis arrived with a cup of coffee and a glass of juice, Lance smiled and thanked him.

But Dennis just laughed. “Be prepared for company,” he said, as he turned to leave, seeing Jessica coming with her own plate of food.

“One of the benefits of living and working here,” Lance said, motioning at the food, “is that you get to have the same food that we do.”

“And that’s a huge benefit,” she said. “This is actually fresh orange juice,” she said, picking it up and taking a sip. She studied Lance over the rim of the glass, and he smiled back at her.

“Yes, I feel much better,” he said. “I think I just overdid it yesterday.”

Her gaze still watchful, she nodded. “And who knows if that iron is starting to kick in or not.”

“I doubt if it’s that fast,” he said, “but I did make sure I had lots of dark greens and beef for dinner last night.”

“Good,” she said. “We’ll get you there eventually.”

“I just hadn’t really expected the eventually to start off so dismally,” he said.

“Everybody is different,” she said. “Everybody has to heal on their own.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. “I’m just so grateful everybody came in and out last night, keeping me awake,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But you guys were checking up on me, so I can’t really complain. Speaking of which,” he said, lifting his fork and pointing it at her, “I presume it’s you I have to thank for the guitar.”

Her face beamed into a beautiful smile.

He stared at her, fascinated, because she was one of those people who showed every expression on her face. Whereas he didn’t seem to show any, she was like this open book. “Yes, indeed,” she said. “I remembered what you said, and I was at a secondhand store, so it didn’t cost very much,” she said. “Honestly, getting it tuned cost more than buying the guitar itself.”

“Well, I did run my fingers across the strings,” he confessed. “And it was nice to hear that it was tuned and in good order.”

“Good,” she said. “I never really know if people are doing what they said they’ll do,” she said. “And it’s certainly not my field.”

“Not a problem,” he said, chuckling. “When I go back after breakfast, maybe I’ll try it out.” He flexed his fingers. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to play.”

“It’s worth a try. Do you have sessions today?”

“No, not for a couple days,” he said. “Shane has put me on minor stuff, no heavy-duty workouts until I’m back on my feet again.”

“That’s probably best,” she said. “Much better to take it slow and steady instead of going too far, too fast, only to end up going backward.”

“Exactly,” he said. Just then somebody called her, so she excused herself, and he could see that she would not likely be back.

So, finishing his coffee, he rolled his way back over and filled it up again, tucked it into a little cupholder on the wheelchair, which he thought was one of the best little add-ons to a wheelchair that he’d seen. He slowly made his way back to his room. Once there, he put the coffee cup down, so it was out of the way, then picked up the guitar, trying to adjust his position. He shifted awkwardly up onto the bed, then shifted again so the bed was in a better sitting position, where he could sit with his legs stretched out.

Gently at first, he strummed the guitar. Soon soft gentle musical notes filled the room. He leaned back, closing his eyes, and let the pleasure of hearing the music float through him again, soaking it into his bones. It was such a healing sound for him, and he wondered why he’d never thought to have some musical instrument with him. Mostly because music had been out of the realm of possibility, so he’d just stopped letting it be part of his world. He gently let his fingers play, going from a love song to a country song and back to a ballad. By the time he opened his eyes, several people were in the doorway. He looked at them in surprise, his fingers coming down over the strings to silence them.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I never gave it a thought, but I shouldn’t be playing inside, should I?”

Dani stepped through the crowd to say, “Maybe not at certain times,” she said, “but, during the day like this, something like that is absolutely beautiful,” she said. “You are very talented.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said. “And I promise I’ll try not to fill the halls with music all day long.”

“You’re definitely welcome to play inside during the day,” she said. “But, when you want to take it outside, just let us know,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll have quite an audience who will enjoy the music with you.”

He loved that. He loved the freedom to be a part of this. And he really loved the acceptance from those around him.
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Music brings Jessica and Lance closer, but not all the current residents are happy about it. Dani reaches a compromise and sets a schedule for him to play. Shane notices that work would need to be done to enable Lance to continue playing the various instruments he obviously loves and takes on that challenge.

We get to see Stan and Robin from the Vet clinic and the puppies that need to be bottle fed as well as the horses and of course Max the cat that seems to think he owns the place.

There was quite the surprise in this book, for both Hathaway House as a whole and Jessica. One that really shows how very different each and every journey is.

This is another beautiful story of recovery, romance and new beginnings. I truly can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

Teenage vampires Tessa and Cody and human Jared believed they’d stopped the war Old World vampires had waged on humans, intent on setting up underground blood farms to provide them with a never-ending feeding source.

Tessa and Cody looked forward to seeing their love come to fruition and sharing a long, uneventful life together. But, as the hard work the peaceful vampire clans and their allies had undertaken unravels all over again, another startling secret to top all previous secrets comes to light.

How can the three of them know who to trust when literally everyone seems to have something to hide?

At the end of the last book we saw the epic battle Tessa has with Deanna in her mind. Tessa is not going to tolerate Deanna taking her over, not at all. Now Tessa thinks she has everything figured out, but does she?

Rhia has found Seth, but he’s unconscious. With Ian and Wendy at her side and Jared keeping an eye on Seth the battles begin. They have one more thing to accomplish, find the new batch of humans, specifically Clarissa. Jared won’t leave until he finds her and knows she’s going to be safe. In another part of this unholy place, Goran has entered with the human army. In their hurry to be heroes, they rushed into a trap and they are all out cold. Well all but Goran, he’s fighting the attackers and Serus is on his way to help.

Cody and Tessa find they need to get the current Council members up and functioning in order to vote out the retired members who had been woken. Those elders coming back into power is not an option, they need to be stopped. That’s when the discover an anomaly. Terry claims to be a deceased Councilman’s son, but Tessa senses something wrong with him. Something too innocent for his age, too unaware, very likely a clone. Leaving Terry with Jameson they step outside for some air only to discover the attack they were waiting for was coming.

This is a favorite scene.

Tessa stood in the open doorway, watching as the wave of vamps approached. They were minutes out. She knew everyone was scurrying to safety below. It was like a bad movie. She should be slamming the doors shut, but all she could think about was that there had to be a better way.

Sure, David had gone to get the gas and that was a great idea – if the gas gave a shit who got caught up in its spray.

No, there were rumblings in the back of her head that were not clear enough to understand. She thought it might be both Deanna and Hortran screaming at her to run. If she died – they died. And that wasn’t what they wanted either.

Back inside, she shut down the double doors and raced up to the apartment at the top. Beast stayed with her. She’d lost Cody, who was helping to search the upstairs and make sure everyone was down safe below.

Everyone but her.

And why is that, Cody asked in her head. Why is it that everyone is going below and you’re going up.

I can’t help but think that if everyone is below and they blow up the building up, everyone dies.

What? He cried out in alarm. We’re deliberately sending them below to safety.

Then someone, Sian maybe, needs to lead everyone through to the tunnels. In case the building does go down.

She could hear his thoughts spin.

Okay, I’ll send everyone forward. If this is going in that direction, it is better to be safe. We do have a lot of injured here though that can’t be moved.

I know she said softly. And that’s maybe what they are counting on.

Motre is searching the various floors and sending everyone below. David has the gas hooked up, but he needs me here so you can tell me when they get into the building.

I can do that.

Are they close?

One hundred meters, less.

Give me the countdown as I’m now standing right beside him.

She watched, knowing the timing was everything. The ground was black as they ran toward the Hall.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.

Several men started to scramble up the stairs, a feral look of hate on their faces. She lifted her gaze to the horizon.

Flyers!

Dozens of flyers.

What? Cody roared. Damn it, Tessa, get out of there. It’s not safe.

I’m as safe as anyone at this moment, she said.

No, you’re not. His voice roared through her head.

Three. Men started to pour into the Hall.

Two. She could see the back end of the black wave. They were almost all inside.

As the last tumbled through the double doors, she dropped down to the front entrance and shut the doors then screamed, One!

And she jumped to the windowsill on the first floor and climbed her way up to where Beast waited for her. Did it work? She watched from the apartment deck, knowing the flyers were approaching. She had already chosen a hiding spot out on the deck, up between the rafters. She moved into position. She didn’t know how fast the gas would take effect or if it was even the killing kind.

She hoped so.

Having to skewer all those men would be horrific and emotionally deadly.

But there were dozens of flyers landing around her now. So far, no one had seen her. Beast was inside the apartment and the doors were wide open.

They should see him as one of them.

He was, after all, their creation.

But not all creations were thankful for the master’s handiwork. Beast wanted to rip their heads off – he was just waiting for the chance.

She’d happily give it to him, but on her terms. Not a wild bite fest.

Beast snarled.

The vamp closest to him snorted. “They made some really ugly specimens, didn’t they?”

As if understanding, the tempo of Beast’s snarl deepened. The vamp snorted and walked past. “Good thing they are on our side.”

“Still, don’t trust them,” another flyer said. “They creep me out.”

“Not to worry. The specimens die after a few days. They’re a weapon with a short life term.”

Tessa sucked back her breath. Beast was going to die? On his own? No, her mind screamed. That wasn’t fair.

She’d come to love that dog…wolf…whatever it was. He had heart. And he was different. She could relate to both of those. And she’d do her damnedest to save him. If possible.

But it would have to wait until they got through this mess. If they got through.

She took a deep breath and locked her arms, making them stronger to keep her in position above the men.

She slipped into her mind and powered up all that energy that she’d accessed before. She could sense Hortran’s approval and Deanna’s frustration.

They were both waiting for her to do something, but she knew she had to be in the right space mentally to make this natural and…easy.

She’d been running hot when she’d walked through the hallway and wiped out all the enemy. Then it had happened naturally. But right now she hadn’t been fighting, wasn’t on alert, and…was more tired than she remembered being in a long time.

Therein lay the problem.

Digging deep, she spread her energy outward, thin yet vibrant. She stretched far and wide, connecting to the ceiling, the walls. Where she connected physically, she blended on an energetic level. Then spread out more. Inside the wood, inside the metals, through the air to each of the men below. As she reached for them, she released a deep sigh and released her breath, then flicked each of the flyers in the heart.

One by one, they fell.

Like dominos.

“Whoa, Jake?” One man on the rooftop raced inside. “What’s wrong?”

Tessa continued to stretch, to float through the air, intent on sprawling to the skies, feeling a weightlessness in her inner being. She was connected, to nature, to the inanimate objects, the animate objects. Beast lay down on the floor below her. She was careful to connect in a loving way. When he rolled over onto his back, she caressed his belly. His tongue lolled to the side. She pulled down and gave him a warm hug then carried on to the other side where a half dozen flyers were staring down over the rooftop, oblivious to the silent attack behind them. She swept out a long strand of energy and sent bolts into their hearts. One by one, silent and lethal, they dropped to the rooftop. Dead.

From her hiding position, she searched for signs of life. And found her rooftop empty. She started to lower herself down when something stopped her. She froze, her senses tingling.

Cody was approaching.

Where are you? he asked.

Can you see me?

I can…I see something. It’s me.

I’m here, there, and everywhere.

I see a rooftop littered with bodies. Are you hurt? he asked in a sharp voice.

No, she said softly. I’m fine.

He landed. She could feel his arrival like a ripple into her energy field as he was absorbed into them, one of her. Part of her. One with her. As always.

She slowly unhooked herself from the roof and stretched, feeling herself, soul, heart moving outward.

Calm. Controlled. Endless.

“Hey,” Cody stood in front of her. “You sure you’re okay?”

She gave him a sweet smile. “I feel great. Do you know how everyone is down below?”

“I doubt anyone is left alive,” he admitted. “I just hope our people are safe.”

“They feel like they are. I can sense life way below us,” she said in a low tone as she walked to the edge of the roof. She felt odd. Spacey. Not bad, but light. Connected to the universe around her. And it was so damn special.

“We need to go to the source of where they came from. Are you up for that?”

She closed her eyes and turned in the direction the wave of vampires had come from. The energy was thick and dark but very easy to track.

“Let’s go,” And she dropped over the roof to the ground several stories below.

“Wait,” Cody roared. “You can’t fly.”

Cody flew over the edge to the vast space below, his heart hammering in shock. She’d just jumped over. For a glider, that was a crazy ass distance. For anyone else, it was suicide.

“Tessa?”

Her laughter floated toward him. He shook his head. His own knees were crying out at the landing she had coming up.

He flew lower, faster, intent on swooping down and grabbing her before she hit hard, only to find she was floating down gently. She landed softly then called up to Beast, “Jump.”

And in shock, Cody watched as Beast jumped off the rooftop apartment with a complete lack of fear. Cody flew up, snagged him mid-fall, and lowered the massive animal to the ground.

“You didn’t expect him to land softly, did you?” Cody asked, turning to study Tessa. She had a distant look in her eye. “Or did you learn to fly in a way that not even I can? And then have the dog fly with you.”

“I don’t know what I expected. I just know that it was all going to be fine. And it was.” She smiled. “He might have landed okay, I might have saved him, but neither instance had a chance to happen as you stepped in and changed it.”
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That wasn’t the end though, Tessa and Cody follow the energy from the army they just destroyed to the source.

Meeting up again with her family, Ian, Wendy, Goran and Jared, they reiterate the need for them to return to Council Hall before the elders take back control. Goran and Jared find Clarissa, attached to machines and unconscious like all the other humans they found there. Jared won’t leave her side, not this time.

It’s at Council Hall that things get even more tense and intriguing as this book begins to wrap everything up. Deanna and Hortran leave a very interesting legacy for the council to discover as well.

Another action-paced, suspenseful read with a touch of romance. The perfect ending to this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

Could life get any worse? Teenage vampire Tessa isn’t so sure it can. She’s caught in a web of Deanna’s cruel making, forced into an alternate reality she isn’t sure where she fits into or how to escape.

The love of her life Cody sees their lives deteriorating as he struggles to save her from secrets that, like poison, have festered. When the truth comes to light, there will be hell to pay, and he knows only that he has to be there when it does.

In a maze of lies and deceit, the path to a safe haven is shrouded, how close they are to the door is impossible to see from any distance. Survival may depend on newly awakened powers Tessa isn’t sure she possesses and, if she does, can even control.

A the end of the last book we finally learn Bart’s secrets and see his true self. That’s also when Cody and Tessa realize Deanna is a bigger problem than they thought. Jared, Ian and Wendy get attacked in the Council Hall basement, you know that’s not good.

Tessa needs to take total control back, but she’s not exactly sure how to do that and be sure Deanna can never her take over again. The whole Deanna thing is messing with Cody, he loves Tessa but he’s having a lot of trouble with that whole takeover thing.

Rhea discovers she hadn’t yet sent Seth away, and when she’s about to hide out to hitch a ride to the blood farm, she discovers Ian, Wendy and Jared in the back of the van. Jared does manage to send a text out before he can’t move anymore. Rhia knows has to somehow protect them and find Seth.

Serus is recovering from being stabbed by Bart, that he lived at all was all Tessa and her new ability to manipulate energy. Of course he isn’t going to stay down, Rhia’s his wife, Seth is his son, one way or another he wants to get to them both.

David finally finds Jewel and when he hears about the ambush where Jared’s phone led Tessa, Cody and Motre, he believes it’s an attempt to get everyone away from Council Hall.

Sending their father’s back to the Council Hall, Cody and Tessa with Motre decide to go the long way there. Through the tunnel from the hospital to the Hall. Traveling through the tunnel they make a startling discovery of yet another form of experiments the blood farms have been doing. Dogs or wolf-dog hybrids trained to attack, they die with silver too. In largest of these animals Tessa saw enough light to cure him.

This is a favorite scene.

And Cody realized something else. This strong beautiful woman in front of him was still the gentle, caring Tessa that had gone after her own people to save a friend. And now that she’d come up against a dog that had been abused by the enemy and turned against her, she was still trying to save it.

“You can’t save it,” Motre cried out in frustration. “We just killed the rest of these evil bastards.”

“I can see its energy. It was bigger than the others. They gave him the same amount of drugs as the others instead of basing it on body weight.”

Cody shook his head, trying to understand. “So he’s not turned?”

“He’s been turned into this, but the original dog is still in there.”

“Dog or wolf?” Motre snapped. “Even if you could fix him, he’s still going to be dangerous as hell.”

“Maybe and maybe not,” Tessa said quietly. “What if I could heal him?”

And she lay down on the cement floor in front of the dog.

Both Motre and Cody jumped forward to protect her, but she held up her hand. The dog stopped bristling and snarling. He walked over slowly to stand over her.

With his breath caught in the back of his throat, Cody could barely stand still when the dog, calmer, not so killerish looking, whimpered whimpered and lay down beside her.

And laid its head on her ribs.

“Holy crap,” Motre whispered.

Cody watched as she gently reached out a hand and stroked the dog’s fur and seemed to continue the stroke out into the air. And he understood. She was moving the darkness away from the animal. Cleaning it of the damaging poison that had turned it into a killer. The dog slowly turned less black and more silvery gray as Tessa worked. The animal whimpered several times while she worked.

Just when Cody figured that Motre was going to say something about being short on time, Tessa laid a hand on the back of the dog’s neck and slowly sat up. The dog’s head slid down to her lap, but he made no move to stand up and leave. Or to stop her. Sitting, Tessa checked out the dog’s energy a little further. “I think he’ll be okay now.”

“Think?” Motre scoffed. “The penalty is high if you’re wrong.”

“Not really. Just a bite. And I’ll heal.”

Talking quietly to the dog, she carefully stood up. The dog stood up with her, apparently not willing to be separated. Cody stared down at the huge dog and wondered what had happened to it. “What could they have done that turned these dogs into killers? And surely there would have been easier weapons. Although it is hard to imagine one with greater shock value.”

“It’s the genetic experiments and drugs,” she said quietly. “They are growing some, snatching others off the streets, and perverting them into this. But this guy appears to be slowly recovering. I wonder if he wasn’t as badly treated or hadn’t been under their control for very long that I could still see the essence of who he was.”

“Well, how about you shoo him away and let’s get moving?”

The dog slowly turned his massive head to stare at Motre, a horrific growl sliding out the back of his throat.

Whoa.

Motre hastily shifted back several steps. Tessa casually reached down one hand and placed it on the dog’s head. He subsided instantly.

Cody stared at Tess. “Did you just tell it to stop that?”

“Sure. He’s well-trained.”

Motre snorted. “That’s what you call it?”

She smiled. “He’s less certain of you because he can feel your fear.”

“And can you feel his fear?” Cody asked curiously. “He’s huge and dangerous if you can’t control him.”

“I don’t know that I can control him, but I can communicate with him somewhat.”

“If he goes after me, I will kill him,” Motre snapped.

“If he goes after you, it will be because he’s afraid that you’ll go after him and he’s only defending himself.”

This was an interesting twist. “What are you going to do with him?” Cody asked. “I’m not sure you can keep him as a pet. He’s hardly pet material. Look at the size of him. His head is almost at your waist. The jaws on that thing…” He left the sentence unfinished. The other dogs hadn’t been quite so big or so bad-looking or as mean-looking. But they’d been deadly. And they’d been killed. He had no idea what to do with the dog now. And would it even die the same way as the others had? “Why did the dogs die by silver? That makes no sense.”

“It’s the genetic material they injected into the dogs,” she said. “Vampire blood. Makes them hungry for more, and yet is affected by silver and sunlight the same as we are. They are trying to make these animals perfect so they can replicate them. I’d say these were the first ones tested, so they don’t know how the injections work on them yet.”

“The spikes should have made them bleed out as any normal injury would to a dog, not explode like vampires though.”

“I’m wondering if they didn’t switch the blood in their veins with vampire blood,” she said quietly, staring down at the massive dog beside her. He seemed content to wait for her to make the next move. He wasn’t exactly sure yet, but he suspected she had gained a pet.

“Can we go now?” Motre strode in the direction the dogs had come from. “I’d like to make sure there are no more of those psycho animals to scare the bejesus out of everyone at the Council Hall.”

“Good point.” Tessa walked to the door. The dog remained sitting where she’d left him. Cody watched and wondered. Tessa got to the door, turned back to the dog, and raised an eyebrow. She looked at him and said, “Well?”

And the dog loped toward her like an obedient puppy—only ten times the size.

Jesus. Could this day get any weirder?
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Serus takes command unwilling at Council Hall while Goran leads the human army to where they believe the entrance to the blood farm is.

A tower room holds some interesting clues and Tessa gets an idea of who might be in charge. The elders who were council members are called in by Jameson causing quite the uproar. Fearing a vote that could take them all back to the dark ages Sian and the others work to find all the council members still alive.

It’s become a battle of not only the enhanced vampires, but also time as this book springs surprise after surprise on us.

I’m starting the final book in this series. I am so very thankful this is a completed series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.