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Releases Tomorrow! Jackson – SEALs of Honor Book 19 by Dale Mayer



Jackson
SEALs of Honor Book 19
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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A bullet takes out his rig,
but a mechanic captures his heart…

When Jackson is forced to pull his rig to the side of the road as the radiator overheats, he’s not impressed, but when a bouncy mechanic in camo drives back to help him, he’s even less enthralled – with himself. She’s smart, capable, single and knows a whole lot more about mechanical things than he does.

But when he hears that it’s a bullet that’s brought his rig to a stop, he knows exactly what to do – save the woman at his side and find the men who did this.

Deli was sent to assist Jackson and his sidelined rig. Only to find they are caught up in a double cross that has bullets flying and bodies dropping… some of them very close to her.

If only it was that simple… as the bodies start to fall, and their passion starts to heat up… who will be the final casualties in take the last shot in the final act?

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Okay so I’m going to be out of order here, because I was fortunate to get an ARC of this book. I had just started this series and I have reviewed the first two already. I’ve fallen in love with these guys, and the whole Keeper thing is hysterical, well for the guys not involved at the time anyway.

Like most of this team, Jackson isn’t actively looking for a girlfriend, the guys who have found their ‘Keeper’ have set the bar high. The ones who aren’t attached want women with all those same traits. Smart, loyal, and brave are just a few.

When Jackson Pearson’s convoy truck dies as he is trying to rejoin the group he meets someone and finds himself and her in a precarious situation.

When Dahlia ‘Deli’ Montgomery, one of the top mechanics backtracks to aid Jackson, she finds there is a bullet hole in the radiator. Before the tow truck can arrive a pickup drives by pelting the truck but fortunately not them with bullets.

“You know the MPs will be all over this one. They’ll probably tow it back for a forensic visit and then conclude it was just something to note in the files and to not worry about. As long as there are no casualties and not too much vehicular damage, then it won’t get very much publicity or investigation hours.”

“But somebody shot at the vehicle,” Jackson said in exasperation. “Were they shooting at me? Were they shooting to stop the vehicle down the road so they could hijack us? I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Then Mason hung up.

When Jackson put away his phone, he turned to look at Deli. “Mason doesn’t seem to think anybody’ll give a crap.”

At the name Mason, her face lit up. “Are you friends?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m relatively new to the unit, but all of us in that group are friends.”

“You’re a SEAL then?” She smiled. “But a green one.”

His hands went to his hips, and he glared at her. “Hardly green,” he snapped.

She chuckled. “We all have to start somewhere. What you don’t know is, I started at about age six with a wrench in my dad’s garage. I’ve been wrenching ever since.”

He just rolled his eyes.

At the sound of a vehicle they both stepped out of the way. A black pickup truck drove past at an exorbitant speed. When Jackson realized something had been stuck out the window, he grabbed Deli and pulled her to the ground.

Gunfire shattered the windshield of his rig, as the pickup drove right past them.

Jackson tried to identify the plates, but the truck was going too fast.

“Did they just try to kill us?” Deli gasped.

He nodded. “Looks like it. Or to scare the crap out of us at least.”

“Why the hell aren’t you armed?” Deli asked Jackson.

He pointed to his rig. “I had plenty of firepower when on assignment or on these exercises. It’s in back of this rig and the others.”

“You don’t even carry a knife?” she asked, incredulous.

“You are talking to a trained SEAL,” he informed her.

A second and third vehicle came down the road just then. This time there were two military rigs, one the tow truck.

Deli raced to the second vehicle and explained about the pickup that had just fired on them. It took off, giving chase as the tow truck pulled a U-turn and worked to hitch up the front of Jackson’s military rig. He had it ready to move in about five minutes, while Jackson kept watch on the road, alternating with checking his watch.

She turned to Jackson and asked, “Are you okay to ride in the cab of the tow truck? Or you can catch a ride when a driver comes for my rig.”

He still stared at the road where the others had gone. “Did you hear back from them?”

“No, not likely to either,” she said. “I don’t know who they were. But they could have caught the asshole already.”

“Shouldn’t they be back by now?” He didn’t like this at all. He pulled out his phone and called Tanner. “Are you around?”

“Yeah. Mason called me. I’m heading in your direction, buddy. You got a lift yet?”

“If I want to be a threesome inside a tow truck, I’ve got a lift, yeah,” he said with light sarcasm.

“I got your back. I’ll be there in ten.”

Feeling much better, Jackson turned to Deli and said, “Tanner is about to pick me up.”

She nodded, walked up to the tow truck and said, “Good for you.” She opened the door and started to climb in.

He walked over to her. “Hey, if you want to ride back with us, that’s cool too.”

She smiled but shook her head. “I don’t wanna let your vehicle out of my sight. We’ve got this.”

And, with that, the tow truck pulled away.
Dale Mayer. Jackson (Kindle Locations 107-139). Valley Publishing.

This is a situation nobody likes, everyone is military and stationed at the same place, which means it’s someone attached to the base. Nobody likes a traitor, and this convoy was returning from testing some very confidential weapons.

I really liked that Deli is in the military and is more than a match for Jackson. The dynamic between these two is fun and intense. His Alpha protection instincts definite run into resistance with her.

Lots of tense situations, action packed suspense and plenty of heat combine with some fun and heat as Jackson finds his ‘Keeper’.

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Dane – SEALs of Honor Book 3 by Dale Mayer



Dane
SEALs of Honor Book 3
By
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Dale Mayer

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Since achieving his lifelong goal of becoming a Navy SEAL, Dane’s life has been packed with action. He hasn’t had the time or inclination to realize he wants and needs more. After seeing several of his closest friends fall in love with that someone special, he longs for something similar in his own life.

While on a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a woman who not only captivates him but fulfills his deepest desires. Unfortunately, the circumstances of her presence on the scene are more than a little suspicious. Damnably, Dane can’t determine whose side she’s actually on.

Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday. She’d never expected to be running away from the very person she’d gone there to see–nor running into the arms of a man she’s tempted to give herself to even knowing she can’t keep him the way she wants to.

As the situation ping-pongs from bad to worse to utter desperation, lives–and hearts–are on the razor-edge between life and death.

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Marielle thought she was going to visit a colleague who had at one time been her professor. She was looking forward to the discussions and wandering through the village where he lives.

Dane and his team were after a chemical weapons terrorist, as they were closing in Marielle exited the house that had been empty previously. In an unexpected occurrence he was spotted, but had no time to do anything about it.

Confronted by the man she was to visit, Marielle realizes that his motives were nefarious. Managing to escape, she runs where she believes she would find help. The house the strange man was heading toward.

Ascertaining that she isn’t a threat, the guys find Marielle to be quite the asset, knowing the professor’s password was a great help.

A favorite scene is when the cat Masters make an appearance.

He studied Marielle. Trust him to trip over a woman who he might not even be able to trust. Mason rescued a brainiac programmer and Hawk found a beautiful search and rescue specialist.

Marielle stared at him, her demeanor changing from comfortable to openly hostile. “What?” she cried. “I didn’t do anything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No,” she said, her tone dropping. “But the look on your face changed. As if I wasn’t quite who you wanted to be here.”

“Ignore him,” Shadow said. “He wouldn’t know what he wanted even after he tripped over her.”

There was a furious pounding on the keys then a sudden, “Come to me, lovely. Come to me.”

Dane stood up and walked over, keeping an eye on Marielle to make sure she didn’t bolt. “What did you find?”

“An FTP server that he had on automatic log in.”

“Hmmm.” Not knowing what an FTP server was, Dane kept quiet. They all needed to have a modicum of computer knowledge and he did, but for Shadow, the computers just opened up and talked to him. No one else on the team had that touch. Shadow was known for getting in and out of places without being seen or heard. His nickname suited him.

He knew how and when to move to stay out of sight. The team knew how to move quietly, but Shadow was silent.

Just as Dane turned away he heard an odd noise in the hallway. He was at the door in seconds. And waited out of sight.

The biggest, fattest, orangest tomcat he had seen walked into the room. And stopped at the entrance, a king surveying his property.

“Masters,” Marielle jumped up and raced to the cat’s side. The orange cat was picked up and waltzed around as she hugged him close. The cat didn’t appear to be upset in any way. As Dane watched, the big tomcat rubbed his head against hers.

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you,” she cried.

“You know his cat?” He couldn’t quite keep the suspicion out of his voice.

She didn’t seem to mind this time. “Michaels had him at the university some days. We all loved him, but I used to look after him when the professor was out of town.” She scratched the guy’s head. The cat closed his eyes in ecstasy. “I really missed him.”

“He’s big enough to fend off most intruders, but I’m surprised Michaels took him to his office.”

“Sometimes he was there for long days, working. We all loved Masters and often asked Michaels to bring him in if he could.”

“And the university rules?”

She laughed. “Can’t say any of us cared.”

He nodded and walked close. Masters grabbed his hand in his paw and head butted his fingers. “Friendly guy.”

“As long as you are too. He’s a very good judge of character.” She squeezed him tight, and the cat’s engine kicked in so loud Shadow spun around to see what the ruckus was all about.

“Now that is a big ass cat,” he called out in surprise.

Marielle laughed. “Yeah, he is.”

The cat jumped out of her arms and strutted over to Dane. He rubbed against his legs and did his best to wind himself in circles.

“He probably needs to be fed,” she said, frowning down at him. “Surely Professor Michaels wouldn’t leave him behind.”

“I don’t think he’d planned on leaving.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked him wryly. “It’s not like you can wait here until he comes back.”

“We have ways of finding out when he returns.”

She nodded. “And I really don’t want to know. Can I go home now? I want to see my mother.”

Shadow spun around from the computer. “No, you can’t.”

She gasped and turned to stare at him. “Why not?” she cried. “I can’t stay here anymore.”

“You were next door, right?”

She nodded. “I was supposed to be there for the week, but that’s not happening now, so I want to go home.”

“Not happening. At least not yet.”

“Why?” she asked, a forlorn sound to her voice.

“We need you. You’re the only connection we have to the perp,” Dane snapped. “You aren’t leaving.”

And besides, I can’t trust that you’re not involved yet. But he kept that thought to himself. He didn’t see her as a femme fatale. She was too…he didn’t know, maybe honest was the word he was searching for. Then again, he had nothing to go by other than instinct. But he’d learned to trust his instincts.

Shadow called him over. “Take a look at this.” Dane, after a warning glance in Marielle’s direction, walked over to see what Shadow had found.

“It’s a series of files. Called Michaels’ Miracle.”

“That’s what he called his project,” Marielle said, jumping up to join them. “Those will be part of his research.”

Shadow clicked several buttons and files copied over.

“Where are you sending them?”

“For safekeeping so we can take a look at it later.”

Shadow nodded his gaze on the monitor, his mind on the implications.

“How would a company like his keep this type of research?”

“Under lock and key,” she snapped, watching the files copy. “Corporate espionage is a huge industry. Think about warfare and the implications for the Far East.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Exactly.” She wandered the room. “I wonder if he has access to his lab in this house.”

“You mean a lab in this house or access digitally to a lab via this house?”

She stopped and stared. “He could have a lab here.”

“Could he?” Dane couldn’t imagine all the chemicals. “Surely that’s too dangerous.”

“No more dangerous than any other science,” she said. “Still, he’d need the filters and safety equipment.” She shook her head. “I don’t think I saw anything like that.”

Dane wondered, “How hard would it be to hide a lab?”

She frowned. “In theory, not hard at all.”
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 1-3 (pp. 448-452). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately her knowledge of the professor and knowing he wanted her research has put Marielle in more danger than she realizes. Dane and the team need to keep her safe, and Dane has more than a little interest in her.

A tense, emotional, suspenseful, sometimes funny and definitely hot page turner.

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Hawk – SEALs of Honor Book 2 By Dale Mayer


Hawk
SEALs of Honor Book 2
By
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Dale Mayer


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Stumbling over a dead body is one hell of a way to start a vacation…

While growing up, Hawk was always the wild card, the one who couldn’t sit still or find a place to belong. Becoming a SEAL gave him a niche and a purpose in the world like no other. Nevertheless, the wild man remains under the surface, waiting for the match to his flame. Ending up back home for a few days’ R&R, Hawk notices a new, darker element has moved in next door–and, at least in part, it appears to involve a freckle-faced redhead from his past, the girl he never forgot.

Mia remembers her best friend’s brother from her childhood only too well. What girl in her right mind could forget Hawk? As a boy, he’d been 24-7 fireworks, lighting up her life. Every encounter with him took her breath away and made her heart beat too fast. But Hawk, the man, home for a holiday, is harder, dangerous–and impossibly sexier than he’d been when she was just a star-struck kid longing to catch his eye.

Even as Mia is swept off her feet by her teenage-crush-turned-grownup-acute feelings for him, the town is hit by unprecedented violence…and Mia’s smack-dab in the middle of the explosion.

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When Hawk goes on R&R he heads home. He wants to visit with his sister and catch up. Life has other plans though. The town is in chaos when he arrives, so he stops at the General Store and finds who he believes is the owner shot. The response from the Sheriff is less than promising and he reaches out to his sister to find the man’s daughter, Mia.

Mia is a search and rescue professional. When Hawk arrives in town she is deep in the caves with two experienced spelunkers. She is only vaguely aware of the drama now centered in town now that a cache of weapons and ammunition has been found in the caves. When she gets the messages about her father being dead she rushes to his store. It’s then she discovers it’s her uncle. Rushing home to check on her father she finds herself and her father in a most precarious situation.

This is a favorite scene when Hawk shows up.

Mia sat huddled against the wall. She wished she could see them clearly enough to memorize their faces, like she’d committed their names to memory. They knew where she was, and it wasn’t like she had a way to escape, but damn it, she wanted one. There was too much firepower here to fight off on her own. She glanced around. There were a few cracks in the shed where daylight snuck in, but they were between the metal strips. Her father had been lamenting the need to fix the storehouse for years, but it was backed against the cliff so even if she could get out, she couldn’t get anywhere.

A small scratching sound came from directly behind, then something poked her. She twisted to see a hand come through the back wall. A large male hand. She grabbed it and squeezed. He squeezed back then tried to pull back but she couldn’t let him. She didn’t want to be alone. But he couldn’t help her if she didn’t let him go.

Biting her lip, she let go.

“Faster, we’re wasting time, move it.” The men jumped to it, loading up crates and boxes faster. Her heart pounded as she heard noises behind her. Could the men hear? But they were making so much noise themselves as they loaded up she could only hope they couldn’t. And she had no idea how she could get out behind the damn shed if Hawk did get that hole open enough. She had no doubt that was who was here. It had to be Hawk. No one else would be foolish enough. Heart pounding, she silently urged him on. She kept twisting to see his progress behind her then to the men’s progress in front of her. When she got a hard jab to her back, she spun and saw a corner of the metal sheeting lifted barely high enough for her head to go through. She wasn’t going to get out there.

“Now,” came the hoarse whisper. Shaking her head but already trying to get through, she realized he was standing over top and lifting the edge of the sheeting up barely enough for her to wiggle under. Her shoulders were a tight squeeze, and with the rocks right there, she had no space to move. Who’d have thought her morning squirming through cave tunnels would hold her in good stead. She managed a little further then strong arms grabbed her under her arms and yanked her free. She scrambled to her feet and whispered, “My father.”

Damn. Hawk peeked under the sheet metal flap. He wasn’t going to be able to save Gordon. But he had to try. They had seconds before the men would be coming for Mia. But Gordon was his friend. If there was anything he could do… Hawk quickly shoved Mia to the side and crawled in. Gordon’s arm was only a couple of feet away, but he wasn’t a small man. Hawk grabbed the arm and tugged the big man toward him. It was slow going, but he was gaining traction. Finally, he could grab under the back arm pit and he struggled backwards. Not being able to stand up, he couldn’t get any leverage to pull.

Up ahead he could hear the men were laughing and joking. “Okay, that’s the last box. Now the girl and get out of here.”

“Wait, these damn boxes are going to shift. We can’t have that. Come on. We have to spread them out. We’ll need to repack when the bombs are loaded.”

Hawk froze. Bombs?

He gathered his strength and dragged Gordon the last bit to the hole that was too damn small.

Mia jumped forward and pulled the metal sheeting back.

“I told you to run,” he whispered.

“Not without you and my father.”

He shook his head and dragged Gordon through the damn hole. “We’re killing him, moving him like this.”

“He has a chance this way. He has no chance against a bullet.”

He couldn’t argue that. Finally like a dam suddenly coming unstuck, Gordon slid through. Hawk grabbed his lax body and threw him over his shoulder. Mia bolted ahead of him toward the front.

“Psst,” Hawk whispered and ran up the hill behind the shed. The men would be less likely to chase them if it was hard work. He checked to make sure Mia was following. She was now running behind him. He motioned for her to go ahead.

“We need to go up about five hundred yards then down to the road and come around. My Jeep is hidden in the trees.”

Relief blasted across her face and she moved off in the direction he pointed.
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 1-3 (pp. 249-252). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book dives into the action fast and furiously, with Hawk having to start things on his own. The team follows quickly and the implications of the weapon cache go much further than just this small town.

Mia is strong and feisty, giving Hawk a run for his money even as their attraction grows hotter.

I couldn’t stop reading and Dale is definitely rough on her heroines, good thing they are as strong as the SEALs that win their hearts.

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Mason – SEALs of Honor Book 1 By Dale Mayer



Mason
SEALs of Honor Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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In a dangerous profession where it’s kill or be killed, Mason undertakes the dirty jobs others would rather not do–and invariably don’t possess the skills he does to get done right. While on an assignment, he’s single-minded in his dedication and focus. When he’s not, this warrior plays as hard as he fights. The last thing he anticipates is meeting the one woman he wants but can’t have…and equally can’t forget.

Tesla, a software designer, lost her brother in combat. Getting close to another man enlisted in the military is something she refuses to do. In her quest to save other United States soldiers from her sibling’s tragic fate, she’s created a computer program capable of saving lives. When other countries find out about the program, her good intentions are met with hostility and greed. They won’t stop until they get their hands on it, and damn anyone who gets in the way. Realizing she’s in danger, Tesla turns to Mason, the only man who might be able to save her–the very one she doesn’t dare fall in love with…

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Let me say this, I know of several authors who like to torment their heroines, but this book takes that torment to a new extreme.

Tesla is developing new software for detecting IEDs, something she started because her father and brother were a SEALs and continued because that’s how her brother died.

This books opens with Tesla captive, having been taking as she was traveling to Coronado to present her software. Mason’s team is tasked with capturing the traitor who took her and the rescue.

With inner strength that has Mason and the team admiring her, they find she is the sister of a fallen SEAL. They all knew Harry even though he wasn’t on their team.

This is a favorite scene as the initial rescue goes fubar.

She sat back, not surprised. Then all SEALs had a camaraderie that was second to none. She might have gotten to know some of them if she’d lived closer to Harry. Had these ones been at his funeral? They might have been. She’d been so blind to everything but her grief. Now that she understood, she could see the resemblance in their faces. The same hard, dangerous look to them. Harry had sent her dozens of photos of men. Some here and many others. “I have a photo of you all. And more. From Harry.”

They looked at her, gazes narrow, considering. She didn’t know if they were worried about the type of photo she had. “He kept it with him all the time. You’re all on a large boat, grinning.”

“Ship,” one of the darker haired men said in a pained voice. “It’s called a ship.”

She chuckled. “I know that. It used to bug Harry too. That’s why I still say it.”

The men’s eyes widened in shock then the air warmed up noticeably as they laughed.

Harry had loved her teasing. It was one of the things she missed most. Teasing him and knowing it was part of the relationship. Part of the joy between them. They’d been so different. So much the same. God she missed him.

As she struggled to pull her painful memories back to the present, there was a flash of light and a huge explosion. A high pitch mechanical scream ripped through the helicopter. It listed sideways. She shrieked.

Mason grabbed her and held her close. Several of the men raced to the front of the injured machine.

She didn’t have time to think what anyone was doing. Mason had his hand wrapped around her wrist like a vice on a board. But he was dragging her to the back, then he slammed something large and heavy against her chest.

“Hold this,” he shouted at her.

Her arms closed instinctively around the harness. Before she could understand, he spun her around against his chest. “Now if we get separated, pull this.” And he stuck a cord in between her frozen fingers. “Ready?”

She stared panicked into his gaze. “For what,” she screamed over the noise. “Are we going down?”

“Yes, the easy way.” He dragged her to the side, the wind gusting into the helicopter. “We’re going to jump. Hang on to me.” He reached down and clipped their chest straps together. Outside the ground fell away to a valley way down there. Oh hell no.

“No. No.” She shook her head. “No, it’s not possible.”

“Three, two, one…”

And he jumped, dragging her out of the machine.

Cold wind pricked her face, head and hands, but it was her endless scream that killed her throat. He finally grabbed her head by the hair and tugged it backwards. He lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss.

She clung to him, her hands clutching his chest straps as her mouth soaked up his comfort. Whimpers escaped out of her throat.

It took her a long moment to realize her legs were wrapped around him, and she was kissing him back as much as he was kissing her.

If she had to be thrown out of a helicopter then it was a hell of a way to go.

She shuddered by the time he finally lifted his head.

“Better?” he asked, humor in his voice.

She heard it – barely. There was just enough volume in his voice to hear him over the wind streaming past her head. “As far as I can be…” she snapped. “Considering someone just threw me out of a helicopter.”

“Would you prefer to have stayed inside?” he said against her ear. He moved his head to the side. And a whole different vista opened up. The other men in parachutes floated around them, apparently all safe. Thank heavens. Just then a huge blast split the skies behind them. A cry escaped as she watched pieces of the helicopter fly through the sky.

That was the first she realized only one big white parachute floated above their heads. She’d had no idea. Somehow she’d seen enough to know Mason would take care of her regardless of the danger to himself. Clipped together, their parachute was carrying twice the weight. So not good. Thankfully she was a lightweight. Still, she had one on her back so maybe that was a precaution only. “Here we come,” he warned. “We’re going to come down hard and roll.”

She had no chance to decipher what he was saying as the ground came up awfully fast. She screamed as they approached. A hard jolt, a series of tumbling rolls and he was on his feet, again stabilizing her as she struggled to sort out vertical from horizontal.

“Is it over?” she asked, hating the shakiness in her voice, clinging to him, desperate to have the world steady.

“It is.” He was busy unclipping, unhooking and undoing straps and clasps until they were separated. And the parachute harnesses were on the ground. He quickly spun around and rolled up the parachute as it slowly floated to the ground behind them. The sky was black. Their new world a myriad of shadows. She crouched down wondering what the hell they were going to do from here? The cold was seeping through her. That wind on the way down had been biting. With no coat, she was damn near numb. She was dressed in only lightweight jeans, a t-shirt, with a light sweater over top.

Riding double, they’d landed ahead of the other men. She watched as the big white balloons floated down around them, the moonlight easily helping her to spot them. They were all several hundred yards away though. As if timed, they landed one by one and winked out of her sight. How could they find each other in this darkness?

The answer was so obvious she almost laughed. They were SEALs. They could do this blindfolded.
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 1-3 (pp. 23-26). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This becomes even more intense than it already was. Tesla still has to make a presentation and then do the demonstration before the government commits to purchasing her software. Some one else wants it, and she’s just as determined they won’t get it.

Nail biting tension, edge of your seat action, simmer to sizzle heat, with some laughs thrown in for stress relief.

Don’t miss this page turner!

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Corpse in the Carnations – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 3 by Dale Mayer



Corpse in the Carnations
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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After getting involved in two murder cases in the short time she’s lived in picturesque Kelowna, divorcee and gardener Doreen Montgomery has developed a reputation almost as notorious as her Nan’s. The only way to stop people from speculating, is to live a life of unrelieved boredom until the media and the neighbors forget about her. And Doreen aims to do just that with a tour of Kelowna’s famed Carnation Gardens. Plants, more plants, and nothing whatsoever that anyone could object to.

But when she sees a fight between a beautiful young woman and her boyfriend, she can’t help but be concerned. Concerned enough that she follows the couple out of the parking lot and through town. And when gunshots interrupt the placid afternoon, it’s too late to worry about how her nemesis, Corporal Mack Moreau, will feel about her getting involved in yet another of his cases.

With bodies turning up in the carnations, and a connection to a cold case of a missing child from long ago, Doreen has her hands full, not least with trying to keep her involvement in the investigations a secret from her Nan, Mack Moreau, and especially the media. But someone’s keeping up with Doreen’s doings… and that someone can’t afford for her to find the answers to the questions she’s asking.

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These books just get better and better! Mack has been visiting more and more, whether to try to keep Doreen in line or just because is still in question.

Doreen has been getting by with the money she’s found stashed in pockets and pinned in the clothing her Nan left behind when she moved to assisted living. She really wants a job, and she really wants to clear some addition space in the home. So much furniture is cluttering the space, some antiques, so she needs to get someone to appraise the items.

Mack does have an idea for her to make money though and that is to bid on the flower bed around the town sign. The Town Council is taking bids as they prepare to replace the current sign.

This is a favorite scene. These two are priceless.

“I didn’t say a death was involved.”

“That would be even better,” she said. “Then I wouldn’t trip over any more bodies, at least not right away.”

“I’d be totally okay if you wouldn’t trip over any more anytime,” he said.

“Suits me,” she said. “I’m okay to not find dead bodies ever again.”

“Besides, it’s not a cold case I wanted to talk to you about. I’ll think about that first.”

“Damn.” She let out a heavy sigh. “So what is it then?”

“I was talking to the city council. They want to redo the big sign with the garden as you enter the city limits. You know the Welcome to Kelowna sign surrounded by flower beds?”

“Yeah, mostly begonias I think,” she said. “At least one of the rings around the sign are begonias.”

“Ugh,” he said. “I’d be happy not to see any more of those anytime soon.”

She nodded. “They’re nice to look after, and they don’t grow too crazy outside, so they don’t need a ton of maintenance. They’re easy for large gardens and make great borders or plots.” At the word plot she winced.

He chuckled. “I can see that having you around will be a constant reminder of dead things and everything associated with them.”

“Maybe. And what about the city council? What were you talking to them about?” Her mind zinged to her ever-dwindling pile of money, and she was deeply concerned about it. “Hope it’s important. And, if it involves money for me, the answer is yes.”

He chuckled. “You don’t even know what it could entail.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m about out of the money I found in Nan’s pockets before donating and trying to resell some of her unwanted clothes. Which means I’ll be diving into that little bit of savings I have.”

“And the gardening you did at my mom’s place? That’ll be a regular thing, if you’re okay with that.”

“I am absolutely okay with that,” she said. “What you pay me will put food on my table.”

“Speaking of food,” he said. “Did you turn on the new stove?”

She pivoted and walked out of the kitchen. “What stove?”

He sighed. “The stove you paid one hundred dollars to replace. A lot of people went to a lot of trouble to make sure you had something safe to cook on.”

“There’s the trick,” she said, “the word cook.”

“I’ll tell you what. How about this Sunday I bring over the fixings for something simple for breakfast or lunch, and I’ll show you how to cook it.”

“Simple would be, like, eggs,” she said, “and I highly doubt you want eggs for lunch, do you?”

“Not an issue for me. I love eggs anytime,” he said. “Don’t you know how to cook eggs?”

She pulled the cell from her ear so she could glare at the blank screen.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he said. “Stop glaring at me.”

She gasped. “How did you know I was glaring at you?”

“I could hear it in the heavy silence of the phone’s speaker,” he said drily. “And eggs are easy. How about we do omelets? They are a little more substantial than plain eggs.”

Her mind filled with the soft fluffy omelets her chef used to make for her. “With spinach and caviar and gruyere?”

Mack replied with that heavy silence again.

“Oh. Okay, so what do your omelets normally contain?” she asked.

“Well, spinach is one possible ingredient,” he said, “but anything I have on hand. Like bacon, ham, leftover meat. You can put veggies in it if you want.” His tone said he really didn’t see the point. “Meat and eggs are a perfect combo. … Plus cheese.”

“Well, ham and cheese omelets are good too,” she said. “Can we add mushrooms?”

“Sure,” he said. “We can sauté a few mushrooms. So are you up for a cooking lesson?”

“Yes,” she said slowly. But she needed to ask him something, and it was kind of embarrassing.

“Speak up,” he said in that long-drawn-out sighing way of his.

As if he knew she was making a big deal out of nothing but needed to get it out first. “Am I paying you for it?” she asked in a rush.

He laughed. “No, you’re not paying me for a cooking lesson. Not with money, not with gardening work, not with bartering or any other method.”

She beamed. “In that case, I’m looking forward to cooking lesson number one coming up. Omelets it is.”

“I’ll bring the ingredients. You’ll write down everything I do, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And, on Tuesday, you’ll repeat the menu, on your own,” he said. “You’ll take a picture and send the final results to me, so I can see how you did.”

She chuckled. “Probably better if you come back and watch me make it the second time, and then you can taste the results.”

“Done,” he said.

She frowned suspiciously, wondering if he hadn’t planned on that in the first place. “So you need to bring ingredients for two meals,” she said swiftly.

He howled with laughter. “You know what? You might not know how to cook, but you sure know how to negotiate a deal.” And, on that note, he hung up.
Dale Mayer. Corpse in the Carnations (Kindle Locations 80-124). Valley Publishing.

Of course this wouldn’t be a murder mystery without a body so, yes she does manage to find one of those in a display of carnations by the Family Planning Center that was currently closed.

However, I found her other little investigation just as interesting and heartrending. That starts when Thaddeus finds a license plate buried by the creek.

Antiques, murder, a cold case, a break-in or two, her animals, her Nan, Mack and his team all will have you turning the pages.

I really think Mack is interested, we get a little clue in this one and he does give Doreen a kiss on the forehead.

Laughing, crying and holding my breath seem to be things I do while reading this series.

I wish it was April, because that’s when the next book in this series is scheduled to be released.

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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OMG This Book! Jager – SEALs of Steel Book 7 By Dale Mayer




Jager
SEALs of Steel Book 7
By
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Dale Mayer

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Jager Hannover, a former SEAL, has recovered from the damage done when his squad’s truck drove over an antitank landmine more than two years ago. Six other team-mates were also badly injured, the seventh–Mouse–dead, in what their team leader Badger Horley realized later had to be a trap. On the hunt for answers about Mouse’s history and the one who set up the trap, Jager ends up in Vail, Colorado.

He followed Mouse’s best friend here only to discover he’s already disappeared, leaving a trail of death in his wake. Getting himself to this particular place wasn’t easy as it’s also where his parents died in a tragic accident. While on a cross-country road trip, their motorhome went off a corner of the mountain and plunged them to their deaths. Considering the information he’s found thus far, he fears this was no accident.

Allison Monroe is a police officer in Vail, Colorado. Her husband, who was also a cop, died a couple years ago in a skiing accident. Staying in the place where her dreams were shattered has given her time to sort out her grief and evaluate the direction she wants to go with her life. Getting caught up in Jager’s investigation of someone she knows only as a party animal and womanizer isn’t what she intended, but the attraction between the two of them is instant and undeniable. Passion turns to deadly purpose in a race against time when they follow a killer to Santa Fe, where he’s hunting badgers…


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Wow, just WOW! This book, had me gasping in disbelief as this series unwinds its final episode.

The book opens with the entire crew discussing where to go next and who should go. There’s also a little surprise in there for Geir.

Jager doesn’t give the guys a chance to pair him up, he leaves Badger’s home, grabs his go bag and books a flight to Vail. His goal find this latest connection to Mouse and see if he’s the answer they’ve been looking for. In the process he pisses everyone off, because they are a team and they didn’t want him going without backup.

He does find backup in an unusual way once he’s there, as he questions various hotel workers about Freddie Brown. Freddie is supposedly a good friend of Mouse and works at one of the hotels in Vail. He also wants the opportunity to find out more about his parent’s motorhome accident that happened right outside town.

Allison Monroe is contacted by one of her friends after Jager was there questioning her. The evasive way the questions were asked raised flags and since Allison is a police officer, she would be the best person to approach the stranger in town.

This is a favorite scene as Jager is confronted by Allison and essentially gets his backup.

That wasn’t what Allison had expected when she sat down at the table.

Candy, from the hotel, had called to tell her this guy was determined to get answers. There had been something about him. Dangerous, not to her but maybe to Freddie. “Like the guy had an uncut edge to him,” Candy had said. “So I don’t know that there’s anything you can do, Allison, but maybe talk to him? See if you can find out what’s going on. I didn’t tell him that Freddie was missing. I just didn’t know what to say.”

Allison had been happy to talk to him as she was hoping for news on Freddie’s disappearance herself. Instead this guy didn’t appear to know anything. But, when he brought up the car accident, it was all she could do to hold back the tears. Fatalities happened all the time. Death by car accident happened all the time. And she had been at one or two where the person was still alive and had later passed away in the hospital. But, in this case, Emelia had died in her arms. Allison had helped the emergency crew cut her out of the vehicle. She’d been alive then, and Emelia had grabbed Allison’s hand, and they’d stopped the stretcher long enough for her to talk.

“I’m sorry, but she died soon afterward. She didn’t even make it long enough for the ambulance to pull away.”

“They could have done more to save her,” he said, his voice harsh.

She looked at him sadly and shook her head. “No, there was no way. I’m surprised she lived as long as she did. Her chest was badly damaged, and she had a major head injury. She did ask about her husband, but she already knew he was gone. She basically said she wanted to join him.”

The man across from her stared out the window, and she could tell how much the news affected him. “I’m sorry.”

He nodded. “Just when you think you’ve dealt with it, you find out you haven’t dealt with it at all.”

The waitress returned with a cup of coffee for Allison. “How’s my favorite police officer?” she beamed.

Allison chuckled. “I’m doing well. How are you?”

The waitress grinned. “I’m, as always, doing fine. We’re skiing up in the glacier all weekend.”

Allison’s eyebrows rose. “Rich boyfriend again, huh?”

The waitress chuckled. “The only kind to have.” She nodded toward the menu. “Did you make up your mind yet?”

He looked at the menu, and Allison could tell he didn’t give a damn about what he ate at the moment. “What’s the special?” she asked.

“Roast beef sandwiches. And darn good too. Nice sliced beef covered in gravy. Lots of fries on the side. I can add a salad for you too if you want.”

Allison nodded. “Sounds perfect.”

She glanced at Jager. “What about you?” Clearly disinterested and still reeling from the shock of her words, he pulled himself together as she watched him.

A trick she admired. She didn’t think she’d have the presence of mind to do that.

He looked up at the waitress and nodded. “I’ll have that too.”

As if happy that she finally got him to order, she didn’t appear to notice his state and promptly left.

“I guess in a small town like this, she gets to know everybody, particularly in her job?”

Allison nodded. “I think that goes for most small tourist areas. The tourists come and go, but the locals stay behind and reconnect every off-season.”

“I gather you’re here for the skiing?” She laughed. “No, not at all. I’m not much of a skier. I’m also not much of a cold-weather person,” she confessed.

He stared at her. “So what the hell are you doing here?”

She shrugged. “It’s where I landed.”

“Just because a person lands somewhere doesn’t mean they have to stay there.”

She nodded. “But then there are other reasons for staying. One grows attached to the people.” She watched as his gaze went straight to her wedding ring finger. A pale band of skin said a ring used to be there but no longer.

He frowned but refrained from asking.

She appreciated that. It was enough to have his personal issues brought up without bringing up her grief too.

“So there’s nothing you can tell me about Freddie?”

“No, I was hoping you would have something to tell me,” she said.

He nodded. “That’s the problem with missing people. Sometimes they want to go missing, and sometimes they went missing by accident or by someone else’s choice.”

She nodded. “What I don’t know is, which applies in this case?”

“Friends, family here? Anybody report him missing?”

“A friend he was supposed to meet. The friend got pissed when Freddie didn’t show and sent a few texts, then started looking for him, finally coming to the station to file a report.”

“Did he live with anyone?”

She chuckled. “As is very common with a lot of young people, five of them lived in the same house. I was the one to break the news to them after the friend contacted the police. They’d figured Freddie was just off with a new friend because his stuff was still in the house,” she added quickly.

At that, his gaze seemed to pour into hers. “In which case, we have to assume he’s either gone off alone, visiting a friend, or we need to consider his disappearance was under less-than-ideal circumstances.”

“In this case we can’t because none of the stuff he left behind was worth anything.”

“I guess that happens too sometimes.” But his tone was absentminded, as if processing information.

She dropped her gaze back to his hands, wondering how long ago he had had the skin grafts. They’d healed, but, like so many injuries, there would always be that mark that said the repair was never as good as the original.

“Did he have any friends, any family who called in to say he was missing? People out of town?”

“I contacted his next of kin according to his housemates. But it was a wrong number. I checked with his employers, but he hadn’t booked time off. I tried to talk to the girlfriends, but no one knew much at all. He appeared to change girlfriends like he did socks.” She leaned forward. “How important is this?”

“A friend of mine passed away. I’d heard Freddie was a good friend of his. We’re getting to know everybody who was in his life, and this was one of the last links.”

“Why are you looking into his past? And, if he was a friend of yours, didn’t you already know all this?”

That seemed to startle him. “Do you know everything about all your friends?” he asked curiously, that odd gaze shining down on her. “The friend of mine who died was gay. It never mattered to us.”
Dale Mayer. Jager: SEALs of Steel Book 7. (Kindle Locations 321-325). Valley Publishing Ltd.

Jager gets far more than he expected out of Freddie’s roommates leading him to the conclusion that everything would come to a head in Santa Fe.

So much insight from Allison, I loved the way she thought out of the box. I loved all the interactions with the team, this book totally took me off guard as I realized I too had missed the clues.

Hold your breath moments, laughter, tears and some sizzle. Don’t miss this stunning conclusion to SEALs of Steel!

I can’t wait to see what’s next for Dale Mayer, she hasn’t disappointed me yet!

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  Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Bones in the Begonias – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 2 by Dale Mayer



Bones in the Begonias
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 2
By
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Dale Mayer

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Doreen Montgomery’s new life in Kelowna was supposed to be a fresh start after a nasty split from her husband of fourteen years, plus a chance to get her bearings and her life back on track. Instead her first week in her new hometown was spent digging up dead bodies, chasing clues, and getting in Corporal Mack Moreau’s way.

But now that the old cold case has been solved, and the murderer brought to justice, Doreen believes things might go her way this week. When Mack hires her to whip his mother’s garden into shape, it seems like a second chance, both for Doreen’s new beginning in Kelowna and for her budding relationship with Mack.

But, instead of digging up Mrs. Moreau’s struggling begonias and planting them in a better location, Doreen discovers another set of bones … and another mystery to solve. As the clues pile up, Mack makes it abundantly clear that he doesn’t want or need her help, but Doreen can’t resist the lure of another whodunit. As she and Mack butt heads and chase red herrings, Doreen’s grandmother, Nan, sets odds and places bets on who solves the crime first.

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I love this series! I start off laughing, and then enjoy every word as the mystery plays out. I love Doreen, she doesn’t know how smart and strong she really is. Her pets are atrociously amusing. Thaddeus is the absolute best with the words he keeps picking up and Mugs and Goliath have become quite the pair.

In the first book, Mack asks Doreen if she would work on his mother’s garden. She is unable to give it the attention it needs and she’s worried about her begonias. They don’t seem to be doing well. This book opens with them going to work on that garden.

This is a favorite scene and started me giggling.

He shook his head. “I’ll take a rain check on that. I stopped by to ask if you could come to my mother’s house. She’s got a patch of begonias she’s fretting about. I don’t know if you can fix them. But, while we’re there, we could discuss what to do and when.”

Doreen donned her expert gardener face. “Of course I know how to deal with ailing begonias. I have begonias here that need to get into the ground. They were dug out when your department came and removed the body. The first one.”

He nodded. “And since I mentioned that begonias had been pulled out here, my mother has been fretting over the begonias in her garden.”

“When do you want to go?”

He hesitated. “I don’t want her to worry, so would you mind coming with me now, just to take a quick look? We’ll come up with a plan on what we can do with them.”

Excited, Doreen said, “Absolutely. Let’s go.”

They walked around to the driveway. Ignoring the people standing and staring outside her house, not saying a word to anyone, Doreen hopped into his truck, Mugs trying to follow her. “Okay if Mugs rides with us?”

Only it wasn’t just Mugs as Goliath raced toward them, Thaddeus squawking from the porch before soaring in their direction.

“Everyone? Really?” Mack sighed and allowed time for Doreen to pick up her menagerie. When they were all in the vehicle, he reversed out of her driveway and drove the five minutes to his mother’s house. It was close enough to walk, but then they would have been accosted by all the curious onlookers.

As they got out of his vehicle, he said, “She should be napping still. I left her ready to go to sleep and came straight to your place.” They slipped around to the back, and he pointed out a large patch that wasn’t doing very well.

Doreen sighed. “If these are begonias, they’ve definitely seen better days.” She wandered the large six-foot-plus patch and then bent down on her hands and knees, plunging her fingers into the dirt, checking and testing the soil. “I’m not exactly sure what’s wrong with them. Is there a shovel handy?”

He brought over a small spade. She dug in close to the roots on the first bush, pulling up some of the dirt so she could see the root system. After scooping away several spades full, she stopped, brushed off some of the dirt against the tubers, and took a closer look. “They’re definitely not happy. How often are they getting water?”

“There are sprinklers and soaker hoses on timers. So they should be getting plenty.”

She nodded and shifted her spade back a little bit, so she could pull out more dirt. Some perlite was all around the base of the plant, but the black dirt was decent. Although plenty of clay was here too, it appeared to be absorbing enough water. As she pulled up another handful, she froze.

Mack bent down beside her. “What’s the matter?”

She plucked up something white, dropping it in his hand. She turned to look at him. “Is this what I think it is?”

He frowned, shook his head, but his mouth opened, and then he froze. “I sure as hell hope not.”
“It would be fitting,” she said in a dark tone.

“How?” he barked, his gaze on what was in his hand.

She snickered. “Bones in the begonias, anyone?”
Dale Mayer. Bones in the Begonias (Kindle Locations 247-273). Valley Publishing.

I’m not sure if I feel sorry for Mack or not. Doreen listens but doesn’t, and she has more than her fair share of problems with the house and money.

Her struggles are real and when her pets find more stuff at the creek she delves even deeper in to the mysterious disappearance of a young girl.

I couldn’t put this book down. Between Doreen’s comments to her stove and her pets. Add in Mack’s frustration with her investigating and you will be intrigued, laughing and turning the pages.

There is definitely an attraction between these two, that I’m sure her Nan wants to see come to fruition as well.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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