Surviving Plagues – Artemis University Book 3 By Erin R Flynn

Surviving Plagues
Artemis University Book 3
Erin R Flynn


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My name is Tamsin Vale. I’m the last known fairy and I haven’t gotten busted on that yet. I passed my midterms, which seemed like an impossibility a few months ago given I didn’t finish high school and I’m working on that at the same time. But with a lot of hard work and the support of people I’ve helped and new friends, I’m building a life I didn’t think I could ever have.

It’s still an adjustment. I mean, a few months ago I thought I was human with powers and now I’m hooking up with a dragon prince. Oh, and there’s my powerful warlock professor that I’m also involved with. It’s all casual and fun, but I wonder if it would be more if I was able to connect with them emotionally.

Is it even really smart to try given what else I’m facing? I mean, I am trying to save all of Faerie and find out what happened to fairies. It’s killing me not to know and to move at a turtle’s pace, but one false move and I’m dead… Along with all hope of them returning to this world with me.

Hey, who doesn’t love to work under that kind of pressure?

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Tamsin has passed her midterms and Mel, Izzy, Darby and Dr Craftsman are spending the break at Townsend Estate. Workers were coming to start the renovations to turn it into something that more reflects Tamsin.The big surprise there is when the first person out of the van is Natalie, one of the scholarship students. Apparently her family’s business is construction and renovations. That’s the reason she’s so good at runes to change things.

We see Tamsin choosing the things she wants for the house, and also opening doors to make Natalie’s family more successful. Working on finishing high school and figuring out what courses to do over the winter break. She and Darby also start doing ‘normal dating’ and his choice is eating challenges he knows she’d like.

The discovery of fae fruit and also the fairy dust from the hellhounds just made Tamsin’s life more interesting. Back at school Natalie and some of the others want to start a business restoring and reinventing used clothing. Of course Tamsin’s going to help with that.

Parts of Tamsin’s life in the human world surface as the elite girls try to get her kicked out. Then there’s those who will go to whatever lengths they can to get her to declare her species. In this case mimicking the biblical plagues, first water to blood that really made a mess. Then the next day frogs, oh boy!

This is a favorite scene.

They were definitely not natural frogs though because they didn’t just ribbit or croak, but they were all saying “declare.”

Cute. We brought our kitchen-sized garbage can and some plastic gloves Izzy had from a hair dye kit she never used outside to start collecting. Others followed suit and I was glad I’d grabbed our rubber cleaning gloves when someone warned not to touch them as they were magic made and could be secreting something.

That crackling of a loudspeaker happened again before Headmaster Edelman came over the magical intercom. “All students are given permission to use their conduits for basic runes. Be advised, we have a few dragons shifted to help with the situation and all the falcon shifters are in animal form as well. Group together and help each other. Meet in the quad if you need help.”

I had no problem with frogs, but so many and jumping all over each other… I wouldn’t blame anyone who freaked out and ran to the quad to hide behind the big dragons. I was seconds from doing it myself.

Hudson showed up in a towel a few minutes later and shifted once he checked he had the room. I smiled at him and emptied the can full of frogs into his huge mouth, others following my lead.

“Thanks, River,” I told him quietly.

He chuffed at me before tilting his head back and downing the frogs. Gross.

Better than being overrun by frogs, that was for sure.

“Wait, should we get rid of them all?” Izzy questioned when we were in the thick of it.

“You want to keep them?” Natalie asked, giving her a shocked look.

“No, but, maybe? Well, I mean—isn’t this the human bible plagues? Water to blood and infested with frogs? Don’t flies come next? Why get rid of the frogs if we might get flies next.”

“Excellent thinking, Ms. Kincaid, but we’re also worried about what the frogs might be secreting,” Professor White said from the other side of Hudson.

“Wait, what if that hurts the falcons or dragons?” I worried.

“Already tested before we realized that might be an issue,” she answered. Their animals and dragons heal from almost anything as well. We were thinking rashes if they came in contact with skin so that won’t hurt them.”

“Got it.” I looked over at River. “We’ll get you a shit ton of Pepto, I promise. A case of Tums at least. I’ll rub your belly and feed you heartburn meds.”

He rolled his eyes at me and huffed. Yeah, yeah, I was always amusing.

“Fine, we’ll get you whatever you want to eat and as much as you want to make up for all the frogs.” I went back to work and didn’t realize until a few minutes later that River was still chuffing and laughing as much as a dragon could.

“What did you say to him?” Professor White asked me.

I shrugged, thinking of what I’d said, and almost flushed red hot. Right, he’d want to eat me. And I’d just agreed… Unlimited buffet. Oh boy.

Dirty dragon.

“They need more help at the quad,” someone shouted over to us.

“Retreat to the quad,” Professor White ordered. “Unload your cans first and let’s make a run for it.”

Even better, Hudson was letting people hop up on him so we weren’t jumping all around to dodge the frogs that had gotten past us. He just smushed them and shook the ground as he walked.

That was going to be a fucking mess to clean up. Gross. So fucking gross.

“How are you doing so much better than the rest of us?” the dean of vamps called over to Professor White.

Was she the dean of witches? Or did they not have one with Edelman as the headmaster?

Someday I’d get a lock on all of this or even remember the guy’s name.

“Clearly our team leader was smarter,” she called back. “We had one step up with a plan and I heard alerted the falcons to shift.”

Oh, me. I was team lead? Okay then.

I handed Izzy our garbage can after I slid off of Hudson. I went to a section on the other side of him where frogs were just piling up and about to overrun the students. I wrote the rune for ice on my hand and shot it out of my hand to cover the piling frogs.

“Good, I have this,” Craftsman said as he moved next to me. He held out his hands and levitated the huge chunk up and to one of the other dragons, who chowed down.

He pointed where he wanted me to do next and I froze another large section before turning and doing another one. Students jumped in to help as more dragons shifted right on the quad.

The falcons started diving in to pick off stragglers and it reminded me of that scene in Avengers where everyone was flying around and crazy all over the place in New York. Yeah, we had our own battle with frogs on a college campus.

Could I get a cool costume for that?

“Shit, I looked it up and the next plague is lice or gnats,” Izzy told us. “So which is it? Fruit flies is different than fucking head lice!”

“We have runes for head lice,” Professor White assured her. “I also don’t know how they would get that on campus so let’s focus on today’s problem, shall we?”

I let out a yelp when I heard gunshots and I wasn’t the only one, but Craftsman gave me a shocked look as I rubbed my hand over my chest.

“We shot down the drones,” Marshall said as he jogged over with a gun in his hand. He blinked at me shrinking away from him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t like guns.”

He frowned, glancing from it to me. “Why?”

“I’ve had too many pointed at me,” I snapped and turned away. I was hardly the only person who got nervous around guns or didn’t like them. Then again, I was cool with swords and those made people flinch too.

I heard a shout and turned in time to see River knock Marshall away from me. I rolled my eyes at the big dragon. Hudson and his dragon were so damn protective of me.

It was kind of sweet if I was honest.
Flynn, Erin R. Surviving Plagues (Artemis University Book 3) Kindle Locations (2960-3024). Supernatural Script, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

More eating challenges with Darby but also with protection. It’s Tamsin who figures out what’s going on with this before the last of the plagues hit. Not to mention all the plotting going on around her to find out what she is to put an end to this.

Plenty of fun, intrigue, some pretty horrible errors of omission, and sizzling heat.

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Honoring Hudson – Surrender Book 6 By Becca Jameson

Honoring Hudson
Surrender Book 6
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I work at the front desk at Surrender, but it’s just a job. I don’t play in the club.

After seven years, I know all the members and I’m familiar with every sort of kink. Including mine.

Master Hudson is new, and he spends a lot of time flirting with me.

I know he likes me, but I can’t fall for him. I won’t. I have too much baggage.

No one can ever know my secrets. I’ll never reveal my little side.

Not even to Master Hudson. I won’t take the risk. Not with anyone.

No matter how much I crave a Daddy of my own.


She catches my eye the first time I enter the club.

She’s mysterious and sweet and nervous and a little OCD.

I don’t know her secrets, even after chipping away at her walls for months.

But I’m half in love with her the first time she submits to me.

When her world comes crashing in, I’m there for her.

Then I see the inside of her closet and my heart stops.

She’s mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her to be my little.

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Master Hudson has been flirting with Cindy for months, spending as much time with her as he can each night the club is open without looking suspicious.

Cindy is the receptionist for Surrender, she’s never played there although as an employee she has a full membership. She likes that Hudson always stops and talks to her for a while before entering the main club. On this particular occasion he asks how school is going and Cindy is a bit upset. It seems she can’t get a grasp on Calculus the last course she needs to graduate. Fortunately that’s a subject Hudson knows well and he offers to tutor her. She accepts his offer and almost backs out, but she knows it’s her only chance to pass the course.

Now Cindy is attracted to him and she thinks he’s attracted to her as well. It definitely takes a bit of courage to ask him to dominate her at Surrender.

This is a favorite scene.

Her words have made no sense, but I won’t pressure her. She’s given me a big chunk. “How long ago did you get divorced?”

She flinches. “I didn’t.”

My heart stops.

My expression must freak her out because she shakes her head rapidly and speaks again. “He died.”

“Oh.” A ten-ton weight lifts off my shoulders. “When was this?”

“Seven years ago.”

Okay. So, her husband died seven years ago and she’s still hesitant to date? “Have you dated since then?”


I nod. Jesus. Mercy.

She pulls her chin from me and lowers her face again, though she doesn’t remove her hand from mine. “I’m a hot mess, Hudson.”

“You’re human. It’s okay that you have issues. People do.” I wonder if whatever led her to be the woman she is today is even something I can deal with. I have no experience with abused women. Though she did insist she wasn’t abused.

She reaches for her bag without looking. “I should go. I need to think.” She finally tugs her hand free, but as she does so, her bag tips forward and several items fall out. “Shit,” she mutters, stuffing things back into it from the top of the table.

I would help, but I don’t want to upset her by getting more in her space than I already am, so I watch. And then a pencil rolls across the table as she reaches for it. I grab it. It’s pink, with some kind of design on it, and I glance down to see unicorns.

I smile. “Unicorns?”

She snatches it and stuffs it into her bag. “It’s just a pencil. I grabbed it from a drawer at work one day and forgot to put it back.”

I hold up both hands, palms open in defense. “Hey, I have nothing against unicorns. I just thought it was funny.”

“Well, it’s not. It’s nothing. Just a pencil.”

Why is she being so defensive? It’s not necessary. I don’t care about her pencil. I wish I hadn’t said anything now.

She scoots out of the booth and stands.

I follow her, frustrated with myself and my reactions to her.

As she rushes toward the front door, I stay on her heels. It’s pouring down rain outside, and she mutters a fuck under her breath.

I grab her shoulders from behind and turn her around. “Cindy, slow down. Talk to me.”

“I did. I said too much. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have kissed you either.”

“Well, you did. And I’m not sorry. I liked it. I’m hoping you’ll do it again sometime. Meanwhile, let me drive you home. It’s raining. You’re not going to walk tonight.” This has been an ongoing argument between us. Cindy walks everywhere when she meets up with me. I offer to drive her home every time, and she turns me down. It’s a ritual.

She shakes her head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yep. In my car. We’re not having this argument tonight. You’re going to get in my car and let me drive you home.” I lift a brow, daring her to argue further. It’s fucking raining. I’m not about to let her walk.

Her shoulders drop. “Okay.”

Okay? My heart picks up its pace. That was easier than expected. I squeeze her shoulders. “Stay right here. I’ll pull the car up.”

She nods.

I leave her there, though I half-expect her to bolt the moment I’m out the door. I’m pretty sure I hold my breath during the short jog to my Lexus, and every second of the trip back to the entrance.

I finally exhale as Cindy opens the door and rushes over to get in my car. She tucks her bag between her feet and puts her seatbelt on before facing me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’re going to have to tell me where you live now.” I smile at her.

She shivers and then rattles off her address.

I drive there without saying much. I don’t want to make things worse. She’s flustered. When I pull up to her apartment building a few minutes later, I put the car in park. “Don’t suppose you’d let me walk you inside?”

She shakes her head. “Not a chance. Nice try. But I would like to ask you another favor.” She chews on her bottom lip.

“Anything.” And by God, I mean it. I can’t imagine any request from her that I would turn down.

She hesitates, meeting my gaze, fidgeting, thinking, opening and closing her mouth. Whatever it is, it’s important to her.

I don’t move a muscle or try to rush her, though I am worried she might change her mind and get out of my car without making her request.

Finally, she takes a deep breath. “Would you mind dominating me some night? At the club I mean.”

I’m blown away. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve heard her correctly. Did she just ask me to dominate her?

She wrings her hands together and continues. “It’s too much to ask, isn’t it? You can say no. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I just—”

I stop her with a hand to her cheek. “Cindy, I’d be honored. You have to know that. How about tomorrow night?” I don’t want to give her too much time to change her mind.

She chews that lip again before I use my thumb to pluck it from between her teeth. “Tomorrow?”

I nod. “Why not?”

“It’s just so… It’s tomorrow.”

I smile. “Yes. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I’ll talk to Roman and get someone to cover for you for half an hour, okay?”

She swallows. “No. I mean I shouldn’t ask him to do that. I didn’t think about that problem. It’s my job.”

“You get breaks. And I’m betting you haven’t taken many of them in the seven years you’ve been there,” I point out.

She leans into my palm. “True.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I boldly lean toward her, urging her to meet me in the middle, and then I kiss her. Gently. Eyes open. Reverently. I want her to think about this kiss as she goes to bed tonight.

When I release her, she scrambles to get out of the car, shuts the door, and jogs to the front of her apartment building without looking back.

I sit there for several minutes, trying to process what has just happened. She just asked me to dominate her. I don’t have the first clue what she expects. But by God, I’m going to figure something out.

I want to know more about her. I want to know everything. As I stare at her five-story apartment building, a light comes on four floors up and to my left. I wonder if that’s her arriving at her unit? I wish she had let me walk her to her door, but it’s probably best that she didn’t. I’m not sure how long I can continue to be a gentleman after the evening we’ve had.
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Submitting to Hudson wasn’t going to be a one time thing and Cindy and Hudson start going on real dates as well. Hudson knows there’s something more she’s hiding but he’s willing to wait until she tells him what it is.

When Cindy’s past comes to the door of Surrender in the form of Davis Marcum who’s apparently come for a tour of the club. She panics and runs home. When Hudson arrives and finds she’s left without taking her bag or her phone he’s concerned and decides to bring her things to her.

This is when Hudson learns her secret, she’s a closet little with an imaginary Daddy/Dom.

Hudson is the perfect Daddy/Dom for Cindy, even if at first he feels he has some big shoes to fill. He gets it and even with some changes she invents for situations he’s loving, attentive and strict.

There’s challenges of course and this is a journey for both of them. I think this is my favorite book of the series so far.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Drowning Studies – Artemis University Book 2 by Erin R Flynn

Drowning Studies
Artemis University Book 2
Erin R Flynn


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My name is Tamsin Vale and my life is radically different from a few months ago. I’m a college freshman who didn’t finish high school. I’ve inherited more money than I could ever spend after nineteen years of never having much of anything.

I’m the last fairy… And no one knows what happened to the rest of them.

That doesn’t even cover half of it. I’m having hot sex with a dragon prince that I have some weird energy thing with. Then there’s my sexy professor who I can’t seem to stop crossing lines with when I know it’s stupid.

My best friend—who has turned out to be from a dragon knight clan—now works for the college and is helping to keep me safe. And it’s needed since I’m drawing attention with being powerful as an unknown.

Also, because I’m not declaring my species—but how can I when some people on campus can tell if I’m lying? And telling the truth isn’t an option.

Not if I want to stay alive, much less pass the semester. At least I have the school’s best tutor helping me and I like a challenge.

Including handling the impossible, like trying to save all of Faerie.

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Okay so here’s what we have so far. Hudson the dragon prince is the first of Tamsin’s lovers. There are several who would like to be but she’s having none of it. We have Mason the bear who flirts constantly and is a bit of a stalker, then there’s Darby her tutor who is giving off mixed signals. She’s still teasing the living daylights out of Dr. Julian Craftsman her advisor and power assessor. There’s quite the attraction there.

In this book we meet hobgoblins, learn more about things that have been kept from Tamsin and she deals with more and different bullying. She’s also discovered she can open the portal to Faerie, and is feeding it her energy to heal it. That’s a slow process but she needs to know what happened.

This is a favorite scene with the hobgoblins.

I was pulling out my phone when I felt something hit my leg.

I looked to my left and no one was there. Until I looked down. A very little hobgoblin was jumping and head-butting my thigh to get my attention. Oh damn, that was so cute.

“Good morning,” I greeted with a smile.

She beamed at me, her skin bright yellow which seemed happy, and held out an apple to me. Why was she giving me a gift?

“Thank you, I was thinking of getting an apple,” I fibbed, glad when she smiled as I took it. “Would you like to join me?”

“Please,” she said. Oh, she was a kid. She sounded like a five-year-old might talk.

I pulled out the chair next to me and helped her up there, realizing she was waiting for me to eat her gift. I bit into it and thanked her again, eating it in between my cereal.

“Me too!” another little voice declared not long later.

I glanced down to find a hobgoblin with orange skin. Nervous? They were holding a plate of cheese and grapes.

“Darfin too!”

“Well, thank you, Darfin, I’m Tamsin,” I introduced, taking the plate from him.

The girl introduced herself as Elasha and apparently the two of them started a trend as five more hobgoblin kids came over and brought me more food. They climbed up on chairs on the other side of the table and just stared at me, smiling when I ate their food.

Okay, this had to be something I didn’t understand. Did they like bright red hair?

Elasha kept touching it and giggling so maybe none of them had that hair color. They all had cute tufts of hair but nothing like doll trolls, and one of the girls had braids so it wasn’t as if it couldn’t grow longer.

Before I could figure it all out, Elasha made a shocked noise and jumped on the table, the others doing the same as they changed colors to bright red, which must mean scared as well as angry.

I turned to see Hudson standing there, watching all of this. I went to stand but Elasha and Darfin tried to block me.

“No, scary,” Elasha declared, looking back at Hudson.

“Him? He’s not scary; he’s a friend,” I promised them.

“Always frowning and upset,” Darfin argued.

“That’s because he hasn’t gotten any hugs today,” I told them firmly, seeing their colors cool off a bit as they glanced between us. I smirked at Hudson, who gave me a look like he thought I had to be kidding and wouldn’t try anything.

Of course I would. Silly dragon.

“Come on, let’s give him a hug and he won’t be so scary. Don’t hugs make you happy?” I smiled when they all nodded.

I picked up Elasha and handed her over to Hudson, who looked completely gobsmacked as he took the tiny hobgoblin child and gently held her.

“Who’s next? Who wants to hug the big dragon prince?”

Oh, it was hard not to laugh when they all raised their hands and jumped around. I started loading Hudson up, smiling brightly at him and pointing to my lips to show him how to do it.

Just to try and push him over, Elasha kissed his cheek and he rolled his eyes, the big quiet gruff.

“What are all you rascals doing there?” a hobgoblin said as she raced over to us. “Oh dear, please forgive me, Prince Hudson, Ms. Vale. We thought the children were outside playing.”

I opened my mouth to ask how she knew my name but she shot me a look that told me something was going on.

What now?

“They must have snuck in to have some fun,” she continued as she picked them off of Hudson. Again I got a look.

“They seemed excited about my hair,” I fibbed, well not completely. “Elasha kept playing with it and giggling.”

“Yes, we don’t have hair such a lovely color,” she praised.

“Or bad dye job,” Katy drawled as she walked by. She was one of Blake’s friends who was now taking center stage as the new leader.

I ignored her and focused on the hobgoblin. “It’s no problem. They were adorable and well behaved, trying to make the big grump smile even.”

“Thank you,” she said as she waved them to come with her. “We’ll be by later to pick up your laundry and handle it for you.”

“Why her?” Katy demanded. “I told you to do mine and you refused.”

The hobgoblin gave her a withering look as her skin turned red. “Yes, because you ordered us to like we’re your servants and we’re not. Ms. Vale has a lot going on and offered to watch our children and play with them.” She smiled at me then as her skin turned back. “We’re here to help as you’re doing something very important and we support you.”

I tried to hide the thrill of fear that raced through me, Katy bitching actually acting as good cover. I was such an idiot.

Izzy had said hobgoblins were fair folk… They knew I was a fairy.

And somehow, they knew I was trying to heal Faerie. Oh boy.

She seemed to understand I’d just caught on. “Dr. Craftsman was looking for you to go over some things, I believe. Do you want me to pack up this food for you, Ms. Vale?”

“Tamsin, and you are?”

“Irma, it’s lovely to meet you,” she introduced, dipping her head. “I knew your distant cousin well and we’re glad the estate is not cold and sad anymore but new life and love to fill those houses.”

Wow, so they were really tapped in. I thought back to a movie I remembered saying the staff and help always knew everything. That might really be true.

Hudson gestured with his head and I sighed, knowing what he wanted but then shook my head.

“No, I’m sorry, but no,” I whispered. “It gives me headaches around so many people, Hudson. It’s hard to have telepathy and everyone’s gotten louder now that the vaccines are out of me.

“It’s deafening in public with so many people and—I finally have silence and peace, okay? Text me if you want.” I gave him a hurt look. “If you want to talk to me and not just with someone who can talk to you that way.”

His eyes flashed shock but I turned back to my food to clean up, needing to find Craftsman.
Flynn, Erin R. Drowning Studies (Artemis University Book 2). Kindle Locations(838-908). Supernatural Script, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

I love all the interactions with the hobgoblins and all the things going on to help them.

Of course Tamsin finds more injustices to right, and somehow manages to learn the things she needs to. Some surprises with her roommate Izzy and well lets just say a lot happens in this book.

Fun, laughter, tears and plenty of sizzle in this one. I am already starting the next.

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New Series! Ryland’s Reach – Bullard’s Battle Book 1 By Dale Mayer

Ryland’s Reach
Bullard’s Battle Book 1
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Welcome to a new stand-alone but interconnected series from USA Today bestselling Dale Mayer. This is Bullard’s story—and that of his team’s. All raw, rough, incredibly capable men who have one goal: to find out who was behind the attack on their leader, before the attacker, or attackers, return to finish the job.

His rescue from the ocean after a horrible plane explosion was his top priority, in any way, shape, or form. A small sailboat and a nurse to do the job was more than Ryland hoped for.

When Tabi somehow drags him and his buddy Garret onboard and surprisingly gets them to a naval ship close by, Ryland figures he’d used up all his luck and his friend’s too. Sure enough, those who attacked the plane they were in weren’t content to let him slowly die in the ocean. No. Surviving had made him a target all over again.

Tabi isn’t expecting her sailing holiday to include the rescue of two badly injured men and then to end with the loss of her beloved sailboat. Her instincts save them, but now she finds it tough to let them go—even as more of Bullard’s team members come to them—until it becomes apparent that not only are Bullard and his men still targets … but she is too.

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I love Bullard’s interactions with Ice and Levi, he truly cares for Ice, but knows Levi has her heart and respects that. This book opens with Bullard, Ryland and Garrett leaving Ice and Levi’s compound. They are heading to Australia to pick up the rest of their team and check yet another compound Bullard’s thinking of buying. All is going well including a refueling stop in Hawaii and a chance to stretch their legs before the final leg of the journey. Then just to be sure we’re paying attention, the plane goes BOOM!

Yep you heard me, BOOM! I think I started screaming nooooo at this point and trying to gain control to continue reading.

The next thing we know Ryland is holding on to Garett on floating debris. Fortunately for both of them a sailboat saw the explosion and crash.

Tabi sends out an SOS and heads towards the debris closest to her position. She was able to contact a US Navy ship in the area and they have her sailing toward them as they make their way to her. When they get there they take Garrett first since he is in worse shape than Ryland. The weather is getting worse and by the time they return her own boat is in danger. They all end up on the Navy Ship, but not for long thanks to their connections. They get Garrett settled in the hospital and escort Tabi home.

Only to find her place has been trashed.

This is a favorite scene.

Swearing softly, Ryland used his elbow to push the door forward. He stepped inside and turned to look back at her. “I presume you don’t leave your place unlocked like this.”

Her face blanched, and she shook her head, her hair flying wildly around her features. “Of course not,” she said. “I haven’t been here in what? Nine days? I think I flew out nine days ago.” She stepped carefully inside behind him, with Cain coming in after her. She stared at her living room, which had been completely trashed. “Why would somebody do this?” she asked, her arms outstretched.

“It appears they came here, looking for you,” Cain said.

“Well, I’m obviously not here,” she snapped. “Why rip open the cushions?”

“Normally I’d say they were looking for something, but I’m not sure just what anybody would be looking for in this case.”

“And why?” she said. “It’s not like I’ve been here to stash some theoretical thing here connected to the airplane crash. Even if I was on the naval ship with the guys, or even on my sailboat for a time with Ryland and Garret, it’s not like they gave me anything.” She turned to face Ryland. “Surely you guys weren’t looking for or carrying contraband of some sort, were you?” Then she immediately answered her own question. “And it doesn’t even matter if you were, since you were blasted into the water, without warning.”

“Exactly,” he said. “No, we weren’t carrying anything on board, and we didn’t have anything when we got out of the water, as you well know.”

She nodded. “Your clothes were torn up and halfway off you as it was,” she said, as she walked a few steps forward and turned to look around. “I just don’t get it,” she said, as she surveyed the enormity of the mess the intruders had made. She walked into the kitchen and said, “Jesus! And this makes absolutely no sense either.” All the pickles, relish, various mustards, and other condiments from the fridge had been taken out, upended, and dumped everywhere. “This isn’t a normal robbery,” she said. “This isn’t somebody walking in and getting pissed off that I didn’t have something in particular they were looking for. This is just deliberately making a mess.” She looked at them. “But why?”

At that, Ryland frowned. “The only thing I can think of is, one, to make you leave. Two, to cause you all kinds of chaos and make you worried maybe. And three …” He looked back at Cain and said, “I don’t really have a three. Do you?”

“This is a deliberate act,” Cain said. “But, other than to chase you away, I don’t know why.”

“And, if I were to be chased away,” she said, looking at the two men, “where would I go anyway?”

Immediately both men spun around. “That is the question. Where would you go?”

She looked at them, puzzled, and said, “I don’t understand.”

“If this chased you away, where would you go?”

She frowned and thought about it. “I don’t know,” she said. “I have friends I could bunk with overnight, I guess. My friend’s boat may be here— the one I can use when I’ve got some free time. If I could contact her and make sure the boat is in her slip, and she doesn’t have other plans for it, I could go to the marina and sleep on it overnight. I’d probably just end up in a hotel, frustrated and angry, trying to get insurance to fix this up,” she said.

“Would you call the cops?”

“Sure, I would,” she said. “This is obviously breaking and entering, but it’s more vandalism than anything else.”

“Nuisance value.”

“Yes,” she said. “But there’s got to be a message behind it.” She walked to the master bedroom, and her heart sank. All her bedding, all the clothes from the closet and drawers were all dumped and tossed around. She walked into the bathroom and saw something on the mirror and stared. “Well, I found the message,” she called out. Both men followed her into the bathroom, and she pointed to the lipstick message on the glass.

Bitch, we’re on to you! She

looked at the men. “But on to me about what?”

Cain spoke first. “Is there any other reason, something completely unrelated to Ryland here, that would cause you to believe somebody was doing this on a personal level?”

“You mean, like some ex-boyfriend or a really upset girlfriend, coworker?” she asked.

“Anything,” Ryland said. “Personal relationships, work, family, neighbors.”

“No,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I really hate to think that you guys will start digging into my background.”

“Are you hiding anything?” Ryland asked bluntly. “This is really not the time or place to be trying to hide something from us.”

“I’m not hiding anything. My life has been fairly simple up until now. I don’t have anything to hide. My last relationship was about five months ago, and we broke it off peaceably.”

“Is there such a thing?” Cain asked her curiously.

“Well, let’s just say I suspected that he was screwing around on me, and I didn’t wait to find out for sure. I didn’t care to be with him anymore, so I just told him that we were done,” she said. “He agreed and said it wasn’t working out for him either, and we split. Easy,” she said.

“Why did you end up taking this holiday alone?” Cain asked.

She looked up at them in surprise. “Let me guess. Do you think that a woman can’t do anything without a man nearby?”

Ryland immediately held up his hand. “No, we’re not going there at all. What we’re getting at is why you chose this time and place for your holiday.”

“Because it commemorates the death of my brother, who my boat was named after,” she snapped in frustration and tears. “He died of leukemia six years ago. So, every year, I take time off from work, and I go sailing. All of the medical staff at the hospital know. It’s my way to get back in touch with what really matters in life.”

At that, a moment of silence came from the other two. “So pretty much anybody at the hospital would have known you were out there on the boat?” Cain asked.

“Yes.” She raised her hands in frustration. “Surely you don’t think your plane was blown up in that exact spot, at that exact time, all so I would find you?” she sneered. “Even the gods couldn’t have made that happen.”

“No,” he said, “but obviously they would have known your place was empty.”

She thought about it and nodded. “Yes, as well as several of my neighbors here and anybody I worked with. Not to mention others, like the newspaper boy, and probably a half-dozen more I’ve mentioned it to. I’ve lived here a long time, so I know people. I’m social with them to a certain extent, and I would expect a certain amount of social small talk at various times. So, yes, people would know, but we can hardly go blame everybody who would know.”

“No, but it just means that there was an opportunity and a motive, and somebody took it.”

“So, we’re back to thinking that this is related to Ryland and that they got here before I got back?”

“As soon as you were picked up by the naval ship, the bad guys knew that you would be home within a day or two, so they probably came in yesterday,” Cain said. “Listen. If you have insurance, they’ll cover this, but obviously you can’t stay here.”

“Well, I could,” she said, as she looked around. “It would take a long time to clean up this mess, but the bedroom is still serviceable. I could toss everything, go buy a quick change of sheets, and sit in my room, while I await the insurance adjuster, and then get this place cleaned up. But it wouldn’t be pleasant, right?” She looked back to see them staring at each other, their gazes hard. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re coming with us,” Ryland said.

“Like hell I am,” she said. “No way you’ll convince me that, if I’m not with you, I’ll be in more trouble, and, if I’m with you, I’ll be better off.” “But you will be,” he said. “It’ll be obvious to anybody who’s watching you that you’re not alone and that you’re not helpless in this world.”

“Gosh, I can’t remember the last time I was helpless,” she said coolly, leaning against the now-closed refrigerator door. She looked around at her apartment and said, “You know what? I won’t cry out of frustration for something like this, but it does make me angry as hell.” She looked at them. “So, if you have all these superspy bullshit skills, can you check into the cameras for the apartment, and see who did this?”

Cain gave her a smile, while Ryland looked at her with a chuckle. “It’s already happening,” he said. “We should have an answer pretty quick.”

Just then Cain’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, read the text, and said, “Single male, five-ten, with lighter skin and freckles, but his face was kept away from the cameras. He wore a hat down low and a sports jacket over jeans and sneakers.”

She snorted at that. “You got a photo already?”

He tapped away on the phone for a moment, and, when it buzzed again, he held it up. “Do you recognize this person?”

She looked at an image of what could have been nearly anybody. She sighed and said, “No. So how did he get in?”

“A key apparently. But busted up the door for good measure.”

“Great,” she said. “So one guy did all of this? He must have been here for what— an hour, two hours?”

“Two hours and twenty-two minutes,” Cain said, reading the text. “He left the same way. He was picked up on the outside of the parking lot on foot.”

“And I guess, if he’d parked nearby, we would have gotten a vehicle model and license plate.”

“Yeah, and we’d have tracked him into the city as well,” Ryland said.

“So what does this make him?”

The two men looked at each other, looked back at her, and Cain said, “A pro.”
Dale Mayer. Ryland’s Reach (Kindle Locations 1132-1211). Valley Publishing.

Things heat up on almost every page even as Ryland and Tabi fall for each other.

As you’ve probably gathered by now, there is no sign of Bullard and they are still searching for him. Ice and Levi are involved on an information level but all of Bullard’s men are involved now as well.

Serious action, suspense and a romance that just escalates with it.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series. There’s seriously a lot more questions to be answered here.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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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.

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Shielding Jayme – Delta Force Two Book 4 by Susan Stoker

Shielding Jayme
Delta Force Two Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker


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After a decade of hard work and dedication, Jayme Caldwell’s dreams of a Seattle bakery are whisked out from under her. She’s licking her wounds in Killeen, Texas, living with her memaw, Winnie, while contemplating her future. Of course, Memaw knows exactly the kind of future her granddaughter needs…and it starts with a handsome young man she tricks into having dinner with Jayme. She’d be upset…if the man wasn’t something straight out of any red-blooded woman’s fantasies.

Rocket Long never suspected the sweet little old lady he’d befriended at the grocery store would turn out to be a conniving matchmaker, cleverly setting him up with her beloved granddaughter. But once he lays eyes on Jayme, Rocket can’t be too upset. Especially when, at forty, he’d already given up on finding “the one.” Suddenly, the love and family he’d all but given up on could be his for the taking.

But life is precious. And short. And happiness can be snatched away in the space of a breath. All things Rocket may discover the hard way…before he even gets his ring on Jayme’s finger.

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Rocket Long met Winnie Morrison at the grocery store. He helped her with her packages and as a result they’ve become friends. Now Winnie has an ulterior motive when she invites him to dinner, her granddaughter Jayme is staying with her and she believes they would be perfect together.

Jayme doesn’t really suspect anything when her Memaw asks her to change for dinner. However, when she returns downstairs and Winnie is talking to a man she doesn’t know, she knows something is up. Then when Winnie says she forgot about bingo when Jayme has made an amazing dinner and desert, all bets are off.

I kind of felt sorry for Rocket being stuck in the middle of all that.

This is a favorite scene.

Not bothering to put on makeup— she was drawing a line there— Jayme turned and headed for the stairs once more. She needed to check on the stuffed shells and stir the dressing. The smell of freshly baked cookies permeated the air, making Jayme smile as she headed for the kitchen.

Stopping in her tracks at the edge of the small room, Jayme blinked in confusion.

Her memaw was in the kitchen— along with a man Jayme had never seen before.

“Oh, here she is!” Memaw said brightly. “Come in and meet Rocket, love.”

Rocket? Jayme was immediately confused, but she stepped forward politely.

“This is Rocket Long. I met him at the grocery store, and he was kind enough to help me to my car with all my parcels. He works on the Army base here as a helicopter mechanic. He’s stopped by a few times to see how I’m getting along.”

Looking up at the tall man standing beside her grandmother, Jayme had to force herself not to turn tail and run.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

At least a foot taller than her, the man had black hair with a bit of gray at the temples and a sexy five o’clock shadow. His lips were full and currently quirked upward in a small smile. He had a square jaw, brown eyes the color of semi-sweet chocolate… and he smelled delicious. Like citrus. She assumed it was either his shampoo or his soap. Whatever it was, it made her want to bury her nose in the crook of his neck.

“Um… hi,” Jayme said a little shyly, feeling intimidated by the good-looking man.

“And this is my granddaughter, Jayme Caldwell. She just moved here from Seattle. She’s an amazing baker. Just wait until you taste her pastries. They’re to die for.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Rocket said with a nod in her direction.

Jayme gave him a small smile, feeling immensely uncomfortable. She was great with strangers when she was working, not hesitating to offer suggestions as to what treat to try and explaining the ingredients in the delicacies she made, but socially, she’d always been awkward. Never knowing what to say or do around people she’d just met.

Memaw’s phone trilled with the chime she’d downloaded for her text messages. Looking at her phone, she frowned. “Oh, dear,” she said.

“What, what’s wrong?” Jayme asked, concerned.

“Nothing. I just forgot that I said I’d go with Maude to bingo tonight. She’s here now to pick me up. I’m so sorry, love. Rocket, you’ll stay and keep my granddaughter company, won’t you? She made this big meal and it shouldn’t go to waste.”

Jayme’s face flamed. Darn it. She knew her memaw’d had something up her sleeve. Asking her to change into her sundress, to fix a grand meal for them tonight. She’d totally set this up! There was no way she’d forgotten about bingo with her friend. Winnie had a mind like a steel trap. She might be old, but her mind was as sharp as ever.

“Well, I—”

“She worked on dinner all afternoon,” Winnie said, not letting Rocket graciously get out of the meal. “I’ll be back by nine or ten. Don’t wait up!”

Then she put a hand on Jayme’s arm and stood on tiptoe to kiss her on the cheek. “Have fun,” she whispered, winked, then turned and headed for the front door without a backward glance.

Jayme pressed her lips together and took a deep breath. She turned to the man still standing in her memaw’s kitchen, looking out of place and completely dwarfing his surroundings. He smiled at her, and Jayme almost melted right there. The man was way too good-looking for her own good.

“You don’t have to stay,” she assured him. “If you’re hungry, I can package some food up for you, but as someone who’s been on the receiving end of Memaw’s machinations too many times to count, I know how it feels to be blindsided by her.”

“Is your cooking as good as Winnie claims?” Rocket asked.

Jayme wasn’t conceited. Didn’t like to brag. But she knew she was a good cook and baker. She shrugged and simply said, “Yes.”

“Then if you aren’t too uncomfortable to eat with a stranger, I’d love to stay.”
Susan Stoker. ’Tis The Season For Romance. Shielding Jayme. (Kindle Locations 7087-7120).

As they get to know each other over dinner things just click and Rocket asks for a date.

I loved the way these two get to know each other, it’s a slow but ever building relationship. Rocket encourages Jayme to open her own bakery after not only tasting her baked goods himself but also bring some for his team.

Once again Susan takes us on a journey of overcoming obstacles and making dreams come true. With that simmer to sizzle romance I love!

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Upended Life – Artemis University Book 1 By Erin R. Flynn

Upended Life
Artemis University Book 1
Erin R Flynn


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My name is Tamsin Vale and my life is about to get real… Really complicated and ridiculously dangerous. Which is almost funny given at nineteen I already know too much of the darkness of the world and people, the secrets they keep.

Or so I thought.

Turns out those quirky abilities I’ve been keeping secret expose me to a world I didn’t know existed. Sure, I knew I wasn’t human—but how exactly do I find out more without ending up in the wrong hands?

And I’m not so sure I’m in the right hands now given some of the reactions to finding me. They say I’m the last fairy. I’m not sure I should trust them when their thoughts are mostly of power and how to use me.

But I’m also not sure I have much of a choice. My powers are dangerous and I don’t know how to use them. They promise to teach me what I need to know and give me a chance at something I’ve never had before.

A normal life. I don’t think anything about Artemis University and those who attend is normal, but it’s still better than the life I’ve been living if they keep half their promises.

I think hoping they’ll keep half is generous.

Artemis University is a hot burning reverse harem, university-age paranormal academy series with darker elements, strong language, violence, and a heroine who follows her own moral compass of what is right… And who she ends up giving her heart to.

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Tamsin is going about her business of helping those who want out of the streetwalking business when she has a major power surge. This one was large enough to attract some folks that know what just happened. They come to collect her, but when she starts fighting they kind of magically knock her out. Not a very smart move but it worked for them.

When she regains consciousness she is confronted with what appears to be the board members of Artemis University. They start discussing what happened with her and when she agrees to find out what she is, everyone gets a heck of a shock. She is the last known fairy alive. After the fairies were called home, they never returned and the portals went dark and sealed.

This is a favorite scene.

It wasn’t hard to put some pieces together then. I was born during a war and someone didn’t want that for me, thought their side wouldn’t win, or any of dozens of reasons, and left me in the human world.

But looking around the group, I could tell that meant I was the last dodo and even more as I caught thoughts about how powerful I would be.

That worried me. A lot. I licked my lips and focused on the headmaster. “You said there are rules? I assume everyone here works for the school and is bound by confidentiality laws?”

He smirked at me, nodding. “Yes, they are.”

I flinched, several people cursing in their heads. Oh, those assholes wanted to be the ones to announce the last fairy was found or whatever other crazy. I stared each of them down.

“You will tell no one. Not one person. Not a wife, not a child, not even write it down. My business is not your business. You’re part of the school so you found out, but you will not so much as whisper what I am.”

“We can’t just—” the vamp tried to argue.

“You can and will or I will collect a life debt,” I snapped. “You would endanger my life by telling people, since one of the fucking school board at what seems a respectable college thought breeding me was the correct answer here.

“So I’m not trusting your world is free from bad people just like the human world.” I gave them a moment to sit with that. “If it gets out, I will come to everyone in this room.

“If it gets out, I’ll ask each of you if you told and I will hear the truth. I will collect that debt but maybe not from you.

“Maybe I’ll take a child, a partner, a loved one, and let you deal with you being the reason they’re gone. That is a life debt; you ruin or risk my life and I will take one from yours.”

“Well, she’s clearly a fairy with the ‘debt’ stuff,” someone drawled.

I focused on the headmaster, who seemed amused with what I said or just me.

“Fairies are known for balance, with nature and fairness. ‘An eye for an eye’ came from fairies and they never let a debt go,” he explained. “But they were fair and outlined exactly the cost of a transgression as you just did.” He smiled when I snorted. “Hit the nail on the head?”

“In more ways than you know,” I admitted, rubbing my tired neck. “So what’s next?”

“I agree that not everyone here needs to know what happened tonight, but I do,” he declared after a moment, gesturing to the knife in the back of Ronald’s chair. “You are the last and important, but I’m in charge of keeping everyone here safe.”

“That’s fair,” I accepted after a moment, understanding we were at the negotiating part. “I do have to handle a few things.”

I held up my hand to stave off arguments.

“Send someone to escort me, it’s fine, I’m not running.” I looked at the falcon. “I’m not running. I get this is important but I had a life and people who would start a lot of crap if I just fell off the planet, believe me.”

“She’s not told one lie,” she told the headmaster. “She’s being completely honest.”

I nodded. “You’ve given me no reason to lie.” I decided to handle something else after pointing to the knife. “I’ve never started a fight. I’m not a bully, I don’t get my kicks going after people, and I’m incredibly violent, but only when provoked.” I gestured towards Ronald as if to say, do you blame me?

She snorted. Yeah, sounded fair.

“Fine,” the headmaster granted. “But yes, an escort who can handle any problems.” He gestured over to Mr. Sexy Emerald Eyes. “This is Dr. Julian Craftsman, one of our professors and, as you experienced, incredibly handy in a pinch.”

That was one way to put him.

“Go with him and handle what you need to but quickly, as you put out a large energy output and that attracts eyes. As you said, we are a respectable college, top tier even, but there are others that aren’t. There are others who are very ‘bad people’ and they would be thrilled to catch the last fairy.”

I sighed, nodding. Yeah, I got this was partly protective custody now too.

The headmaster turned to the woman he’d waved over earlier. “We need to contact the lawyer who—”

“How expensive was the crystal?” I asked, picking up I was about to be in trouble.

The headmaster waved me off. “It’s fine. We knew the risk.” He sighed as he focused on me. “Before the fairies left, they entrusted a dragon lawyer with all their assets. He’s kept them in trust until any fairy resurfaces. One has and it’s the order across our world that he be contacted if one is found.”

I blew a raspberry. “Oh boy. This is going to be quite the rabbit hole, huh?” I bit back a groan when he gave me a sympathetic look. “So I’ll be able to afford this fancy university, I take it then?”

Several people exchanged looks and burst out laughing. Got it—so fairies were either a wealthy sort of people or there were enough of them that all their assets amounted to a lot.

Awesome but terrifying.

I blinked at the vampire, his voice practically echoing in my head he was so wound up. “Which property?”

He flinched but didn’t fall for it, narrowing his eyes at me, understanding I heard.

I smirked at him. “Don’t even think about it. You won’t be able to make some grab, now that the guy will unlock whatever. It won’t happen. I’ll clearly see you coming.”

He rolled his eyes at me.

“Who was it?” He didn’t think it but I nodded like he did. “Got it. Yeah, I’ll just make sure that property is…” I trailed off as he thought it and the name.


He cursed under his breath, his mind racing.

I rolled my eyes. The moment you told someone not to think of something, it was instantly what was on their mind. It was human nature… Or the nature of people, it seemed, not just humans.

“Dude, I don’t care. Don’t get all bent out of shape and start shit for something like that.” I chuckled when his eyes went wide.

Yes, I knew what he was trying to hide and it was bad but not bad enough to risk shit with someone on the school board who clearly had influence.

“So you screwed some guy out of money when the guy was being a douche? So what?”

“That’s what he’s worried about?” Ronald asked but I didn’t answer, careful not to look at the falcon either. I kept focused on the vampire.

“Are you killing people and hiding bodies?” I nodded when I heard in his mind the answer was no. “Then I don’t care. The guy was a douche. Good for you.” I made sure what I was saying was in my gaze. “I’m not looking to make an enemy of you so don’t make one of me. I’m fairly certain the statute of limitations is up on that and I don’t care.”

“I understand,” he muttered, his thoughts telling me he accepted that and believed me.

Good. I had enough shit piling up in a matter of minutes.

“I have one last non-negotiable issue,” I told the headmaster, bouncing my head around. “Well, two. At least for now.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and I only smiled.

“I need whatever freshman permission to park my ride here as I’m not coming here without a way to flee if anyone pulls crazy on me. And I’m not giving up my weapons. Not happening after being abducted here.”

He sighed, nodding.

I winced. “And I might need a tutor.”
Flynn, Erin R. Upended Life (Artemis University Book 1). Kindle Locations (298-379). Supernatural Script, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

After finishing up some business and returning with the professor to the campus, Tamsin crashes in her new dorm room. She’s awakened the next morning, early, by her tutor, Darby. Who proceeds to tell her the plan for the day. But first breakfast and a bit of drama from someone who wants Darby as her tutor so he can do her work for her. Darby is a scholarship student and they pay their way by tutoring and any other job they are told to do.

I really love the way Tamsin puts everyone in their place, pretty much immediately. This continues as the book progresses and the bullies just keep coming.

We meet a lot of people in this book, so here’s just a glimpse. Darby is a vampire, then Izzy, her roommate is a witch. Her best friend Mel from the human world turns out to be a dragon and a well known one at that. She has a thing for Dr. Craftsman and also a dragon Hudson Vogel. She also refuses to say what she is, this is for her protection but others seriously want to know.

The things she inherits being the last fairy make her transition a bit easier but the power bursts and telepathy are both problems for her.

Plenty of laughs, snark, and some sizzling scenes as Tamsin starts forming relationships.

I can’t wait to start the next book in this series.

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Erin is a born Chicagoan who decided to state hop a bit, given she works from home. She currently resides in Georgia with her pup, Lord Vader Flynn. With an eclectic and addictive personality, there isn’t much that doesn’t interest her or she won’t pour herself into if it catches her fancy. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.

To date, she has published more paranormal books than she can keep up with the characters for, in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes.

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Embattled Return – Lost and Found Book 6 By JM Madden

Embattled Return
Lost and Found Book 6
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Reconnect with the Lost and Found group as they settle into the intricacies of marriage and growing families.

When Shannon proposes having another baby, John is caught flat-footed. He just survived the weekend from hell, caring for his two rambunctious boys. Now she wants to add another? Fudge no!

But that conversation has to go on hold, because she’s brought home a young soldier who is struggling to reconnect with civilian life. He seems to be checking off a list of tasks before he checks out himself. Can they detour his death plan and give him something to live for?

Marigold Lee hired on at the Lost and Found Investigative Service to honor her father’s memory while she attains her psychology degree. The young soldier with the devastating burns makes her yearn for a relationship, but his suicidal tendencies brings up her own emotional pain.

As she helps him wade through the traumatic minefield of discovering his own lost family and consoling another, they find a connection greater than either of them ever expected.

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This book had me laughing at the first page, John’s email to Shannon while she’s away at a convention is absolutely hysterical. Her response even more so as she’s gotten a bit tipsy with her flight home delayed then cancelled.

John’s handling of the twins is both funny and endearing. He does of course have help, but the daycare Moms can scare the hardiest of the LNF guys. Chad goes with him to the twin’s doctor’s appointment and then to the airport to pick up Shannon.

Shannon on the other hand sees someone who needs help but won’t ask as she’s heading the gate for the final leg home. She manages to break his barriers just a bit between the walk to their flight and during it. However, it’s John and Chad that make the first bit of a break through.

This is a favorite scene.

Shannon smiled at Logan. “It’s so much easier to just let them pass. They’re in a hurry to get somewhere, so just let them.”

They retrieved his crutches and bag, and she slung her own bag up over her shoulder. He scowled as she maneuvered up the ramp ahead of him, but there was no way he could get himself and the bag up the ramp. He had to accept her aid. At the top she waited for him, taking the few seconds to check her messages.

He reached out to take the bag and rather than fighting, she let him take it. At least she would be nearby if he stumbled or fell. The baggage claim wasn’t very far away, either.

Her heart began to pound as they navigated the flow of traffic heading to retrieve their bags. It had been a long, stressful week, and she was more than ready to see her grumpy husband. Then she looked over against the wall, and he was there, looking incredibly handsome and strong in his leather jacket and black T-shirt. His shoulders were more broad than the wheelchair, but tapered to a strong, lean waist. There was a scowl on his dark bearded face, but as soon as he saw her his expression lightened and a sexy smile curved his lips. She motioned for Logan to follow her, then jogged across the tile to kiss her husband.

Grinning, he pulled her down into his lap, his mouth settling over hers. Shannon felt the tension from the week ease out of her as she sank into John’s strength, and his hungry kiss. The thrill that she felt from his touch was as energizing today as it had been when they’d first gotten together, and she cherished that.

“I missed you,” she breathed against his neck, hugging him tight.

He drew back enough to look into her eyes. “I don’t like business trips.”

She laughed and slipped off his lap, moving to hug the man standing beside them. “Hi, Chad. You let him drag you along, huh?”

Chad laughed, his blue eyes twinkling. He tipped his cream-colored hat back on his head. “He’s just so cute, Shannon, with those big dark eyes. He needed a battle buddy today taking the kids to the doctor, so I volunteered.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” John growled, swinging around. “You were just bored. I could have done it.”

Chad laughed and made a face. “Maybe.”

“John,” she admonished. “Language.”

Scowling, he looked at Chad. “Fudge you, asshole.”

Shannon shook her head, laughing at the banter. The two of them always had each other’s backs, so she shouldn’t have been surprised to see them together. She glanced over her shoulder. Logan had hung back, moving his bad side to the wall, but he watched the men, seeming a little shocked. She held out a hand and tried to remember if she had told him her husband was disabled. No, she didn’t think she had. She barely even thought about John being bound to a wheelchair anymore. It was just part of him.

Chad had more visible issues, but he didn’t try to hide them anymore. The tendons in his damaged left hand had contracted to the point of almost making a fist, and though they’d faded, the scars on the side of his neck were still visible.

“Logan Vance, this is my husband John Palmer and our good friend Chad Lowell, two of the partners from the Lost and Found Investigative Service.”

John reached out a gloved hand. “Were you hitting on my wife, Mr. Vance? Do I need to kick your ass?”

Logan blinked, obviously aggravated. “No, sir. Your wife was just being kind and helping me out with my bag. I didn’t hit on her, I swear.”

“John,” Shannon breathed. “Stop. You’re embarrassing the guy.”

Logan’s face had flushed, the scars going pale against the floridness of the rest of his skin. John continued to glower, even as he shook Logan’s hand. “Welcome to Colorado, then.”

Chad stretched out a hand as well. “Chad Lowell. You have family out here, Mr. Vance?”

Logan shook his head. “Not anymore, I don’t think. There’s a chance, I suppose. My father’s family was from here, but he said all the family was gone by the time he moved east. I just want to see our old house and the neighborhood where we lived.”

Shannon looked at John, widening her eyes, trying to convey that there was more to the story. Her brilliant husband seemed to understand. “Do you know where it is? We can do a quick search at the office.”

Logan’s face shifted into a frown. “No, thank you. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

John shrugged, negligently. “You haven’t taken up any of my time. Why don’t you come with us to the office? A few keystrokes and I should be able to tell you all you need to know about your family. I’ll be helping a fellow veteran out.”

Logan looked at his feet, then around the milling people of the airport. Shannon had a feeling he didn’t want to try to make his way through the mass alone. He would do it if he had to, but she could see the struggle in his face.

“Have you rented a car yet?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “I planned on seeing what kind of shuttles were running.”

“Then consider us your shuttle, for now,” she laughed. “You can get a taxi when you leave the office, if you want.”

His eyes slid over John’s chair before, with a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Let me grab my other bag.”

They walked over and retrieved their bags, the last ones on the belt. Chad took them both, motioning for Shannon and Logan to follow John through the throng. As usual, her husband plowed through people like he was in a race, glaring at those that took too long to move. A wheeled baggage cart drifted over, rubbing the wheels of his chair. The woman pushing the cart was talking to her companion and didn’t even see it happen.

“Hey, Oblivious,” John snapped. “Watch what the fuck you’re doing.”

The woman’s attention jerked around, and she corrected her cart. “I am so sorry,” she gasped, her face going pale.

Shannon followed along in her husband’s wake, keeping pace with Logan on his crutches. She leaned over conspiratorially. “John suffers from a particular form of wheelchair rage. He has no problem giving people a piece of his mind. Usually with the F-word involved.”

Logan smirked, the first humorous response she’d seen from him. “I think we can all appreciate the F word.”
Madden, J.M.. Embattled Return (Lost And Found Book 6). Kindle Locations (375-425). Kindle Edition.

We learn about Marigold, Shannon’s assistant and how John almost messed up her hiring. Yet more giggles from me.

Once at LNF Headquarters, John gets the information from Logan to start his search for his family. When that’s done he recruits Marigold to take Logan to a hotel.

Here we get a closer look at Marigold as she drops her act of annoyance with John. Logan appreciates the humor, and in spite of himself finds he’s attracted to her. Marigold too, is facing that pull and she isn’t quite sure how to handle it.

This is an intense yet enjoyable read, as Logan finds some peace and lots of other things including love.

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J.M. Madden writes compelling romances between ‘combat modified’ military men and the women who love them. J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories, most particularly her own. She has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes.

J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she’s at the computer, reading and writing, perfecting her craft. She occasionally takes breaks to feed her animal horde and is trying to control her office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is writing full-time and always has several projects in the works.

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Ice Maiden – Psychic Visions Book 18 by Dale Mayer

Ice Maiden
Psychic Visions Book 18
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Gabby Mulder was loving her winter in Aspen, Colorado, until a dangerous event with a ghost nearly killed her. Not that she was a believer but, given the circumstances, she had to be open to such a possibility. When one of her roommates is brutally murdered in their shared apartment, rumors circulate of a serial killer returning, which just adds to Gabby’s pain. Confused and grieving, Gabby is forced to move to a new residence, while the police investigate the death, the crime scene at the apartment, and her.

Detective Damon Fletcher considered Gabby a flighty troublemaker after an incident at the bookstore where she worked and then later on the slopes. But when one of her roommates is murdered, his interest in her grows to a whole new level.

When another of Gabby’s roommates is killed, Gabby is caught in the middle, as suspicious gazes turn her way. What had she gotten mixed up in? Even worse how are these deaths connected to several cold cases? The danger escalates as events, ghostly and otherwise, strike closer to both Gabby and all those who she holds dear.

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When Gabby Mulder and her best friend Wendy decided to spend the winter in Aspen she never expected to feel so at home there. She has a job she loves at a bookstore in spite of the prickly owner and on her days off she loves snowboarding with her roommates. Aspen is extremely expensive and along with Wendy they share an apartment with three other girls.

As this book opens Gabby has a very scary experience on the slopes, almost going over a precipice. Observers say it looked like she just went crazy with speed and lost control, but it’s what she thinks she heard and felt that is truly puzzling to her. She’s sure she was pushed, but there was no one around.

Detective Damon Fletcher was working with the ski patrol when Gabby had the accident. He’s not convinced of her story but the ER doctor has him thinking about ghosts and the reputation of the mountain.

Damon also comes by to check on her and speak with her friend Wendy. It’s then he learns of a book about the darker side of Aspen that Gabby purchased from the other bookstore in town.

Wendy starts discussing the fact spring was coming to Aspen and they said just one winter but they leave it at that to go to bed. Only to be awakened by strange and downright scary noises coming from the living room. Terrified Gabby calls the number the detective gave her.

This is a favorite scene.

“I just feel like we could do so much more with our lives if we weren’t here.”

“I know, and that’s why we said one winter. Remember?”

“I remember,” she said. “It’s almost April. Remember that?”

Gabby frowned. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, when is winter over here? It’s not like we set any guidelines for that.” “I know,” Gabby whispered. “Let’s not talk about it tonight though, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, “but it’s not something we can keep pushing off.”

“Maybe we can, though.”

“And maybe we can’t.”

With that in mind, the two friends split to their separate bedrooms. As she curled up in bed, Gabby realized that Wendy was right, of course. They had made the decision to come for a winter but had never discussed at what point winter was to be considered over. She hated to think that her best friend would move away because this wasn’t where Wendy wanted to be. But, at the same time, it was exactly where Gabby wanted to be, so she had some decisions to make herself. One of the realities of living here was that it was very expensive, particularly when they had low-end paying jobs.

She groaned on that note, determined to get through the night with some rest and to wake up nice and happy again tomorrow. Soon she drifted off to sleep. The next thing she knew, she heard all kinds of odd sounds in the apartment. She sat up in bed, wondering if one of the windows had been left open. She walked over and opened her door just a hair, only to hear an odd wail coming from the living room. Wendy’s door beside Gabby’s door opened up, and the two of them stared at each other, terrified.

“What the hell is that?” Gabby whispered.

Wendy immediately shook her head. “I have no idea,” she said, “but I don’t like the sound of it.”

Both of them were too terrified to go into the living room.

“You should call somebody,” Wendy said.

Gabby grabbed her phone and called the police. And, for whatever reason, her fingers ended up connecting her to the same detective. When his sleep-clogged voice answered, she said, “I don’t know if you can hear this going on in the background,” she said, “but that’s happening in my living room.” He came awake almost instantly.

“What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed, as softly as she could. “I don’t know. It’s coming from the living room.”

“Stay in your room,” he said, “and lock your door, if you can. I’m on my way.”

As she turned, Wendy was here in the room with her, shutting the door quietly, and the two of them sat and waited on the floor, their backs against the door. Then, all of a sudden, the noises stopped.

They looked at each other, and Gabby jumped up. “I don’t know, but maybe it’s safe to look now.”

“Hell no, it’s not safe,” Wendy said, in an adamant voice, rising to her feet. “We’ll wait for the detective to come through.”

“But what if he doesn’t come?” Gabby said.

“I’m not going anywhere until the detective gets here! Did he say he was coming?”

“Yes. He said he’s on his way,” she replied. She turned to the door, put her ear against it, and looked at her friend. “It’s quiet out there.”

“I know,” Wendy said, “and somehow, somehow that seems even worse.”

Gabby hated to agree with her, but, when she opened the door a bit, she heard just this weird deathly silence. She immediately slammed the door shut again, then turned to look at her friend.

When a loud bang came from the living room, the two women jumped together, arms around each other, as they clung tightly. Then they heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom door.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” Wendy whispered, and they backed up toward the window, where they could look out of their third-floor apartment. “We’re never getting a third-floor apartment again,” Wendy whispered. “If we were on the first floor, we could be out and gone by now.”

The two women trembled as the footsteps stopped just outside the bedroom door. Gabby’s phone rang. With their arms clenched around each other, Gabby was too scared to even look at her cell. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she said, quickly trying to turn off the noise. If the intruder didn’t know someone was here, he did now. But her cell rang on, and, as her fingers fumbled, she answered it.

“It’s me. I’m outside your building now.”

“Oh, my God,” she said. “Come in. Come in. Come in. He’s right at our bedroom door.”

“I’m here,” he said. “Just stay on the phone with me. I’m on my way in. Did you see him?”

“I can’t see anything,” she said. “Whoever it was stopped just outside my bedroom door. Some horrible noises were out there.”

“Okay. I’m at the front door. I’m putting the phone in my pocket, just stay on the line.”

And, with that, the two women grabbed hold and waited. They heard something more in their apartment, but Gabby didn’t know what it was. Then more footsteps. Finally the bedroom door opened, and it was Damon. She looked at him in shock; then she raced toward him. “Oh, my God,” she said. “What happened?” And then, as he reached out to her, she didn’t give a damn. She threw herself into his arms, and he wrapped them around her.

Damon said, “I’m here. Easy now. Take it easy.”

Now Wendy clutched him, right beside Gabby. With his arms around both women, they burrowed close, looking for that reassurance that whatever hell had gone on was okay now. Finally they calmed down enough to look up at him, questions written all over their expressions.

“Give me a moment. Just step back in your room and stay here.”

“No problem,” Gabby said. The women both stepped back, but, with the door open, they could watch as he headed back out to the living room. Then she heard him on the phone but couldn’t understand what he said. Gabby looked at Wendy, the two of them standing there, close to each other.

When he finally came back, his face was grim.

“What did you find?” Gabby asked.

“I think it’s one of your roommates,” he said hesitantly.
Dale Mayer. Ice Maiden (Kindle Locations 579-629). Valley Publishing.

Damon breaks the horrific news of finding possibly one of their roommates and says he needs a description of all of them. When Damon’s partner arrives he delivers the news that the MO of this crime is like a serial killer from the past, a killer that is dead.

Now the girls can’t leave town but neither can they stay in their apartment. While Wendy does have a place to go, Gabby doesn’t. Damon steps up and offers her the use of a small furnished apartment over the garage of the place he just inherited.

Things start getting a bit weirder as Gabby has a revelation thinking she’s arguing with herself. In fact she’s arguing with the ‘ghost’. It’s Damon who suggests she see someone, a specialist of sorts. Dr. Mica is speaking with Gabby about the events of the previous days when she says the entity is there. Both Dr. Mica and Damon can feel the cold, but Gabby can’t shake the cold off.

Things start getting even stranger as more bodies start turning up. There has to be a connection to Gabby somewhere.

Stefan gets involved at Dr. Mica’s request and things start getting more intense as he discovers it’s some sort of a possession.

Full of suspense and plenty of surprises and that simmer to sizzle romance I love.

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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.

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Eye of the Falcon & Itsy Bitsy Spider Psychic Visions Books 12 & 13 By Dale Mayer

Eye of the Falcon & Itsy Bitsy Spider
Psychic Visions Books 12 & 13
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Eye of the Falcon

Back in Ireland as a young girl, Issa had formed a strong bond with the falcon her father used as the lookout for his smuggling operation. One night, during a job gone wrong, her father and brothers were killed. Issa’s mother wanted a fresh start, and they immigrated to America.

Issa pursues a career in environmental sciences and continues her passion for falconry. Unable to find a special falcon like the one she’d had in Ireland is a constant disappointment for her…until the fateful day her world explodes yet again.

Eagle is a retired military pilot. He’s set up a small ranch outside Denver, Colorado where he runs a rescue center for raptors. When one of his newest arrivals, a sharp-eyed falcon, begins acting irrationally, Eagle hates the thought but knows his only choice is to euthanize it. Only the wounded bird rips free.

Badly hurt, somehow it manages to disappear into the skies only to return the very next night with a beautiful, injured woman…and a message of death and destruction for both Eagle and Issa.

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Queenie Landry’s job as a fortune teller at an amusement park pays the bills but it’s a far cry from the respectable psychic advisor role she once filled at the police station where the love of her life, Kirk Wallace, was a detective. A case went bad when she steered the team in the wrong direction and a woman died. Queenie experienced a horrific crisis of faith in her own abilities and pushed everyone away.

Nine months later, alone and denying her psychic gift, she gives birth to a son and feels redeemed. But a happily-ever-after isn’t to be. Following a severe illness, Queenie wakes up eighteen months later only to be told her son died. Unable to handle her grief, she opens herself once more to her abilities, desperate to connect with her child. Resigned to telling fortunes at the park, she’s stunned when a man walks into her tent and she sees a vision of a woman he’s murdered. She realizes she has to contact Kirk again.

Kirk left under duress. Though he regrets his decision, he’s never forgotten Queenie or found anyone to replace her. Having to be the one to tell her about her son’s death all but destroyed him because he knew it would unhinge her and he isn’t sure how she’ll ever find stability again.

Unknown to either of them, someone has been watching her for a long time, someone who likes to play games with other people’s lives–as he has Queenie’s. But even he’s confused by the creepy spiders amassing all around her. What message are they trying to convey to her that she’s stubbornly refused to hear…and what price will she have to pay if she fails?

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As a child Issa bonded with a falcon in Ireland, circumstances had her mother moving them to the US. It’s now years later, Issa has just cleaned out her mother’s apartment following her death. She lives out in the wilds because she needs the wide open spaces. Her cabin is small but functional and away from the boxed in feel she gets from the city. She’s a bit distraught but gets a bit of solace from the birds she cares for. A beautiful falcon, Roash, a Snowy Owl, Humbug and a tiny saw-whet owl, Gillian all have special needs and Issa is more than happy to meet them. She’s yet to find a job even as a biologist with a PhD in Environmental science the offers haven’t exactly been flooding in. After storing the boxes in her root cellar, she hears a disturbance outside. A gunshot has her tearing out the door only to be captured by strong arms and then encased in some sort of sack.

Eagle has a small ranch outside of Denver, he’s set up a sort of wild bird rescue, treating injured birds of prey. An injured falcon had shown up a few days earlier and now Eagle is afraid he’s going to have to put it down. However, the moment they’re outside the bird flies off. Something he shouldn’t be able to do with his injuries.

Eagle then realized all the birds were eerily quiet. As he investigates with his rifle and his dogs at his side, the falcon he calls Rikker flies up from the brush and then goes back down. What Eagle finds when he gets closer stuns him.

This is a favorite scene.

But Eagle found none of those four-legged creatures.

And still behind Eagle was only silence. Every bird watched his progress. He kept glancing into the pens for any clue. Something was seriously off. A thick dark growl erupted from Gunner’s throat. The huge sheepdog ambled forward, his ears up, his back raised. Hatter raced behind with a lesser sense of smell. More concerned with the joys of puppyhood, he pranced and jumped around Gunner, trying to figure out what this new game was all about.

Unfortunately Hatter was no puppy— he was just stunted in growth and seriously stupid.

Eagle walked past, dropping a soothing hand on the back of Gunner’s neck. “What is it, boy?”

Gunner hunkered down as the hair on the back of his neck rose again. Eagle studied the long grass and the thick forest beyond. The air was still, heavy. Nothing moved. Not even the wind.

A negative space was up ahead where the ground cover appeared flattened. A trail of broken and trampled grass led to it, but, unless the animal left the same way, no path exited the hollow. With Gunner at his side, Hatter loping behind, Eagle slowly approached. Reaching the first fence line, he stood on the bottom rail and stretched up, hoping to see what was hiding.

Just then something erupted from the long grass.

He watched in amazement as Rikker soared high above, splitting the air with its piercing screech, only to circle back around again and again and slowly lower itself down. Eagle could see its broken wing, and yet the bird still flew straight. Eagle didn’t understand— but he wanted to. He swung a leg over the top rail of the fence and jumped down on the other side.

He ordered the dogs to stay. Gunner broke into furious barking, as if warning Eagle not to go there. But the big heavy dog couldn’t jump this fence easily. With his weapon ready, Eagle slowly parted the long grass. Just as he caught a glimpse of something white on the ground, the falcon rose once again, flapping its big wings in front of him.

“Easy, Rikker. Take it easy now. Let me see what’s going on.”

Unable to see around the irate bird, Eagle stepped forward, using his arms to brush back the raptor. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he froze, his mind struggling to compute the scene before him.

A nude woman— bloody, bruised, and scratched to hell— lay collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Or dead.

“Jesus Christ.” He put away his weapon and dropped to her side. She was on her side, but Eagle could see she was young, with long dark-red hair half covering her face, skinny to the point of being gaunt. Her bare feet were bloody and torn. As if she’d run until she couldn’t take one more step …

Instinctively he searched for a pulse, only to have Rikker flap his dangerously large wings in Eagle’s face and claw at his hands.

“Stop. I must help her. Just like I helped you.”

With a wary eye on the bird, Eagle was determined to subdue the falcon if he wouldn’t let Eagle check out the woman. He slowly outstretched his arm again. Rikker made a harsh cry but settled onto the woman’s shoulder.

Not the best place, but it would do for the moment. Eagle found a pulse at her wrist. Slow and steady. He did a quick check for injuries. He ran experienced fingers down her spine, her extremities, looking for breaks. He couldn’t find any broken bones, but her right ankle was swollen, and one shoulder badly cut, and any internal fractures would be hard to confirm without X-rays. He frowned, his mind racing to identify the wounds and their cause.

Keeping his face and eyes protected from the falcon, still uncertain of the reason for the bird’s presence, Eagle searched the woman’s back and chest again and found a small hole on the shoulder she lay on. He settled on his heels. He knew that wound.

She’d been shot by a small caliber handgun at close range. He gently rolled her forward and found no exit wound.

“Goddammit.” He glared at Rikker. “What the hell is going on here?”

In a move that shocked Eagle into silence, Rikker slowly lowered his head and stroked the woman’s cheek with his beak.

“Well, shit,” he whispered. Eagle pulled off his shirt, throwing it across her form. Wishing he had a blanket with him, he glanced at the house and realized it’d be better to pick her up and take her back, but how badly wounded was she? He worried about internal injuries the most. Still, she couldn’t stay here. That’s when he noticed the bright red blood on the grass beside her head. As soon as he probed that side, she moaned. In a gentle voice he whispered, “Take it easy. You’re safe now.”

Just then she rolled to her back. Her eyes opened, and cloudy midnight-blue irises gazed at him. She seemed to focus, only to have her lashes slowly drop again. Her mouth worked, and he could sense the effort behind her need to speak.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Her eyes opened, this time with more clarity, and landed on Rikker. Instead of crying out or screaming in terror, she murmured, “Mo chara, you found me.” She gently stroked the falcon. He crooned at her touch, and her eyes drifted closed again.

Aware of time passing, but also aware of something magical happening, Eagle studied her waxy features, his gaze catching sight of the fresh blood on her forehead.

He slipped his arms under her frail form and lifted her. As if Mother Nature herself was helping, the wind picked up, making the trees bow around him, the branches forming a protective curtain for him to carry her through, unseen by others. The air held an eeriness, like something otherworldly. The dust swirled up at his feet, taking away his footprints, even though it had rained just that morning. And then a rumble sounded, … as if someone gave them cover to hide the noise Eagle now made.

Unnerved, but understanding an opportunity had presented itself, he cradled her against his chest and strode back to the dogs. He awkwardly made it over the fence and froze. Rikker stood on Gunner’s back, both ahead of Eagle as if urging him to move faster, with neither complaining about the odd transportation system. Even Hatter was out in front, for once a serious look in his eye.

Eagle didn’t have a clue what was going on, but, whatever it was, it had to do with the injured woman in his arms. He picked up speed, almost running to his house. As he came to the large falcon pens, the silence was suffocating. His heart slammed against his chest, and he could hardly breathe for the tension coiling inside.

As soon as he pounded up the steps to his house and bolted inside, the dogs barked and the raptors screeched, filling his world with a cacophony of sounds— like some invisible command had been released.

He stared down at the frail woman in his arms and asked in a low shocked voice, “Who are you? And what the hell just happened to my world?”
Dale Mayer. Eye of the Falcon (Kindle Locations 176-229). Valley Publishing.

Eagle calls in some help, and when Issa wakes she doesn’t remember much. A vet, a doctor both say she should go to the hospital and he should call the sheriff but he knows something bigger is involved and won’t do that.

Both Stefan and Tabitha get involved in the most unusual way. I have to admit I was a bit puzzled when Stefan had to be pulled back by both Dr. Maddy and Celina. It’s the after affects of that bit of ‘flying’ that really had me laughing out loud as everything Stefan starts painting ends up with an owl in it.

Plenty of tension as Eagle helps Issa and tries to get her to remember what happened. Everything seems to lead back to her childhood some how, and Stefan encourages her to look further therein.

I couldn’t put this book down as the pieces start to form and come together. The relationship between Eagle and Issa simmers before it sizzles.

A fun and interesting tale with yet another unique ability and lots of intrigue and suspense.

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

Queenie is a psychic, the real deal like Stefan. She’s working at an amusement park answering a question for five dollars. She is using her gifts, but her boss Carlos isn’t a believer so he’s tending to overwork her. This particular day a spider decides to show up and walk across her table. Now spiders aren’t her favorite things so the urge to pick it up surprises her. The images she sees with the spider on her hand are startling and bring back painful memories. This was immediately followed by a man wanting to know if he would be acquiring a particular property. The vision Queenie gets is fast and overwhelming. This man had killed. Then the spider was back and what she hears really sets her off balance.

This event starts Queenie on a different kind of journey. She contacts her ex Kirk a Seattle detective, only to regret the call and sends an email with the visions details. They aren’t enough to pinpoint the body or convict the killer but they were something to follow up on.

Kirk and Queenie broke up after she fell into the depths of despair after losing her son to illness. She herself was in a coma when he died, and although they have the signed cremation documents she doesn’t remember ever signing them. She sent him away and he didn’t come back.

Kirk pays her a visit after a woman comes to the station to report her mother missing. The details fit.

This is a favorite scene.

Kirk stared at Queenie, hating the fear on her face as soon as she saw him.

She stared at him, walked around to the table and sagged into the chair. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He stroked a hand through his hair. How did he explain when he wasn’t even sure himself? They had so much history. So many highs, so many lows, such a mess of a relationship, so much pain and ugliness … He’d done his damnedest to weather it all, but, in the end, it had broken them. He wasn’t even sure what words to give her to make her feel more at ease. “Your email.”

He could almost see the wave of fear falling from her shoulders like a shawl she took off and laid on the chair behind her. Why? What was she afraid of?

“What about it?” she asked. “I told you all I knew.”

“Did you?”

She glared at him, getting her spunk back. He loved that. She was never the kind to stay down for long. Even when she was at her absolutely most broken, she’d come out in the ring fighting. Unfortunately it seemed like she’d been fighting everyone, even him. All he’d tried to do was help her, but she couldn’t tell who was helping and who wasn’t. She’d sent him away, and, to his everlasting regret, he’d gone.

She nodded. “He was only here for a couple minutes. He laughed at me because I was bothered by a spider, but he left, outraged at my words.”

His heart slammed against his chest. “You told him something that upset him?” He watched the regret whisper across her face.

“I didn’t think before it came out,” she said. “I was so upset at what I saw that I said something to him about him already knowing the owner was dead.”

Kirk leaned over, placed his hands firmly on the table in front of her and glared at her. “Did you in any way indicate you knew he’d murdered this woman?”

Her face went blank. And then she shrugged. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know. You know what it’s like when I get the visions. They come and they go. I grasp bits and pieces, but I don’t record everything.”

He looked around at the table she worked behind and the absolutely ridiculous headdress sitting on the side of it. “What the hell are you even doing here? You have talent, real talent, and you’re sitting here, acting like some charlatan.”

“I’m doing what I do because it’s what I do,” she said, her tone hard. “I don’t exactly have much in the way of career options. Nor can I keep working for the police when they’ve decided I was half-cocked and unstable. Plus they never paid for my assistance either— they didn’t want anyone to know they were listening to a psychic. So … that doesn’t work. … At least not anymore.”

He hated the note of accusation in her voice. He understood it, but he hated it. “I didn’t have anything to do with that,” he said.

Her smile, if anything, went more blank. She stared at him, her eyes, as always, huge wells of deep midnight blue. For the longest time he would succumb to the lure and completely bury himself in those eyes, in her life, their love all-encompassing, their passion all-overwhelming. When they made love, it was completely transported to something else. They forgot their surroundings; they forgot everything but what they were feeling. He wondered if her psychic ability had wrapped him into her same weird slice of life because it never felt the same before or after. He’d had relationships since, more to help him forget what he’d lost, and had never found anything even close.

“Why do you keep putting yourself in danger?” he cried out in frustration.

She looked at him. “Are you serious? Look where I am. What danger am I in?”

“You called out a murderer.”

“I don’t know that for sure,” she said instantly. “Besides, I was … off. … That damn spider had me off my game, so the murderer surprised me.”

“Explain.” His voice was direct and hard, uncompromising.

She shrugged. “It wasn’t much. Just something unusual.” At his look, she groaned and explained about the spider’s and this man’s arrival at the time. “I don’t know. I’m still not myself,” she muttered.

“But you were sure enough that you contacted me.”

Her back stiffened, and she just glared at him.

He was sorry for making it sound so heartless. He knew she came from a place of deep pain, and he wished he could do something to help her. But there wasn’t anything. He’d already tried many times. “Back to this man. Can you describe him?”

He watched as she closed her eyes and gave him a recital. “Six foot two, at least 280, most of it chest and belly. Blustery, arrogant, the world is his, and the rules don’t apply to him.”

“Anything else?”

“Going slightly bald on the top. His hair is dark, almost black, but gray’s etching in. His face has a florid complexion, definitely a double chin, dressed well. The child was more easily identifiable.”

“What child?”

“He came in with a small boy, holding his hand.”

“What can you tell me about the boy?”

“Five-years-old, wearing jeans with the cuffs rolled up, sneakers that had little lights when he walked.” Her voice softened as she described the child. “Plaid shirt. He wasn’t happy. He didn’t like being in the tent, and he didn’t like it when the man got angry. He flinched at the tone of voice the man used, and, when they turned, he was dragged out of the tent by the big man.”

“What did he tell you exactly?”

“He asked if he would get the property he was after.”

Kirk listened while she continued with the message she gave him.

“Tell me what you saw in your vision.”

“A woman, early fifties, maybe blond hair, longish, floating around her head. She was just beneath the surface of the lake, maybe an hour’s drive from here. Her property borders a lake. There’s an old home. She’s slim, maybe too slim. But she’s at peace.”

“What do you mean, she’s at peace?”

“Her face is peaceful.” Queenie stopped, confused. “At least it feels that way.”

“She’s dead,” he said. “Right?”

Queenie nodded. “She’s dead. And it was not a natural death.”

“How do you know that?”

“Her throat has been sliced,” she said quietly. “But it’s still not enough for you to go on. It never is.”

He stood back, his fingers jiggling the coins in his pocket as he studied her. “Something’s different this time though.”

She stared at him. “What?”

He lifted his gaze to a point in the tent behind her. “I had a young woman come in, reporting her mother as missing. Her property borders a lake. And it’s about an hour out of town.”

Queenie stared at him. Then she held out her hand. He hated this part. It didn’t always happen when they touched— and it never happened, at least he didn’t think it ever happened, when they had sex— but, when she wanted to know something, it was her way of accessing it. He stared down at her hand.

“Scared?” she challenged.

He extended his hand and placed it on hers, hating she could still get that response from him. It wasn’t that he was scared; it was—

“It’s her,” Queenie said softly. “It’s her mother.”

“Every time you do that is so damn freaky.”

Cautiously he added, “So you’re saying, if we go to that property … How will we find the mother’s body?”

Queenie gave a sad smile. “She’s under the lake’s surface. You won’t see her unless you are almost on top of her. But she’s not close to her property. She’s on the far side of the lake.”

“How did she get there?”

“He used the woman’s boat, rowed it across and dumped her out. Other houses are around. He believes nobody saw him.”

Believes?” he pounced. He watched her eyes unfocus, going wide and black. Another process of hers that always unnerved him. “Who?” he asked urgently. “You know we need witnesses.”

But no answer was immediately forthcoming.

He slowly went to pull away his hand, but she grasped it firmly. He waited, not sure what she was up to. With Queenie, one never knew.

Her voice changed, became someone else’s voice. A man’s voice. “Somebody else saw him,” she said, almost trancelike.

He stared at her, instinctively pulling back, but she wouldn’t let Kirk go.

“Somebody not of this world. Somebody with abilities like mine. Somebody who’s watching him.”

“Watching who?”

“Watching the killer.”

“Why would he do that?” They’d handled a couple twisted cases earlier on. Cases he still had trouble sleeping with. The last thing he wanted was to have another one.

“It’s a game to him.” She opened her eyes, dropped his hand and stared at him, her eyes coming around, focusing on Kirk. “I didn’t just say that, did I?”

He nodded. “Oh, hell yeah, you did.” He shook his head. “But I sure wish you hadn’t. You need to tell me who he is.”

“I don’t know,” she said in a flat tone. “I don’t know who he is.”

“How is that possible? He just took over your body, spoke the words you were thinking.” Shocked, he whispered, “Can you make sure he can’t connect again?”

She gave a broken laugh. “I didn’t expect to connect now. … How can I stop him if he tries again?”

“Did you learn to protect yourself at all?” he asked. “You always talked about needing to do more of that.”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve done a lot of work in that area. You’re right. The next time he tries, maybe I’ll stop him, now that I know he’s there.”

“Next time?” he asked, his heart sinking. “How do you know there will be a next time?”

“He’s not done,” she whispered, her eyes huge wells of grief. “He’s a killer himself. And he’ll kill again. But now that he knows I’m here, he wants to show me what he can do.”
Dale Mayer. Itsy-Bitsy Spider (Kindle Locations 611-694). Valley Publishing.

Stefan answers her call for help, but he also tells her he can’t see the entity. For Stefan that is unusual and a bit scary. He also helps her with the spider issue she appears to be dealing with, they hold some very interesting information.

Kirk works on finding the missing woman, and finds himself more and more intrigued as to Queenie’s abilities. They are so much more than they were before.

I loved the way things slowly build and intertwine in this one with intrigue, suspense and a second chance romance.

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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.

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Seeds of Malice – Psychic Visions Book 11 By Dale Mayer

Seeds of Malice
Psychic Visions Book 11
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


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Shunned by her friends,
betrayed by her lover,
charged with murder.
Rinse, repeat…

After being acquitted of murder, botanist Fern Geller tells herself she’s turning her back on the past. She intends to learn everything she can about poisonous plants by completing a six-month contract at the Garden of Death. Only then does she find the answer she seeks. But, when she returns to the conservatory where the first murder took place, she discovers the new boss is missing and several others are dead. Fern is once again the chief suspect.

FBI agent London Behring should know best that appearances can be deceptive…and deadly. Fern is as beautiful as an angel, and just as gentle. He can hardly believe someone would accuse her of murder. The first set of murder charges against her had been dismissed. The question is, why would she come back to the scene of the crime – at the very moment she would fall under suspicion a second time? Does she possess the seeds of malice that would be required to walk away after committing so many crimes?

The one thing London knows he needs to do is keep his guard up at all times while he finds out the truth. Fern’s charm could prove to be the very lure that’s impossible for him to resist.

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Fern Geller is a PhD botanist who’s been working in England at the Garden of Death.  Her specialty is poisonous plants and before leaving the US had been working to find antidotes for them. Her interest in those plants earned her the nickname Dr. Death. Now she’s returned and looking for the director of the Conservatory Reginald Drover. She informed him she needed to talk to him when she landed but hadn’t yet heard back.

As she starts her search for the elusive man she runs into a tour group and speaks with her friend Brittany who’s leading the tour.
She learns there have been a couple of deaths at here that have caused issues for funding. What she doesn’t expect is to run into a couple of FBI agents in the coffee room near Reggie’s office. One of them informs her Reggie is missing and not just for an hour or two. When she sees the other, London, she wasn’t thrilled either. In those agonizing days of her trial he hadn’t helped, he believed what his brother Derek was saying and in spite of the fact they loved each other, he stayed away.

Fern’s next interaction with London was in the backyard of Reggie’s home as she backed away from the porch, she smelled the poison and wasn’t going any closer.

This is a favorite scene.

She left the parking lot and drove to Reggie’s home. She still wasn’t sure he lived in the same place. She’d kept in contact with him for the last six months, and he hadn’t said anything about moving, but that didn’t mean anything. Reginald was just as forgetful as he was good at avoiding people. She pulled into his driveway, happy to see it looked the same as it had late last night. She got out and checked the side garage door. She recognized Reggie’s vehicle inside. That was a good sign, right? Although, last night she hadn’t exited her vehicle to check Reggie’s garage. The car may have been there even then. She walked up to the front door and knocked.

No answer. She pressed the doorbell and waited. And waited. Nothing. She was afraid to open the front door. She looked in through the windows but couldn’t see anything. Not quite knowing what else to do, she walked around to the back door where the kitchen veranda was. As she neared the porch, she froze.

She saw no sign of anyone. It was quiet. However, there was a smell, not of death or decay— although both were here.

But of poison.

She slowly backtracked and came up against a hard body. She screamed and bolted. Only to get snagged and held firm. She twisted in hard arms to glare at London. Of course it was him. “What the hell are you doing scaring me like that?”

He raised an eyebrow and stared at her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told you at the conservatory, I’m looking for Reggie. You say he’s missing. Well, I’m worried. Did you get a warrant to go in?”

He just stared at her, as uncompromising and unhelpful as always. “Why were you backing up?”

“Because I didn’t like the smell,” she snapped. She didn’t know if he understood. Probably not. In London’s case, it was way too confusing to know what he thought.

He raised his head and sniffed the air. Shrugged. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Of course you don’t.” She shook her head, freed herself of his hands that he still hadn’t dropped and turned to walk around the house to her car.

“Where are you going now?”


“What about this smell you were talking about?” he asked in a mocking voice.

She shrugged. “The only thing I can do is tell law enforcement. Since I’ve told you, I’ve taken care of my civic duty.”

She picked up speed. She didn’t know if he would continue to follow her or not, but she wasn’t hanging around. She had no idea if Reginald lay inside the house, but now that more suspicious circumstances had been encountered, she hoped London would do the right thing.
Dale Mayer. Seeds of Malice (Kindle Locations 184-205). Valley Publishing.

We met FBI agent Grant Summer in ‘Hide’n Go Seek’, in this book Stefan has asked him to talk to Fern. She has an extreme dislike for the FBI and police for the way she was treated. She has an odd sense of déjà vu as bodies start turning up. To add even more angst neither Reggie or Derek can be located.

Thankfully the times of death put her with solid alibis but the use of poison and the connections of the deceased to the conservatory have Fern with London’s help re-examining her past.

I love the way Stefan has helped Fern in the past and the way Grant steps in to help as well.

Twists and turns, suspense and intrigue and a rekindled romance that simmers then sizzles.

Just two more books and I’m caught up! I started this series on book 14.

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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.

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