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Diesel – The Mavericks Book 13 By Dale Mayer


What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks
A covert black ops team that steps up
and breaks all the rules …
but gets the job done.

Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

Diesel
The Mavericks Book 13
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Traveling to China to retrieve a kidnapped scientist shows Diesel the depths of human depravity. Not that he needs more proof. He’s been doing this type of work for a decade. This is the first time though the person he was rescuing was this interesting.

Eva Langston had been kidnapped while walking across the street and then locked up in a lab half a world away. Joining two other scientists, both letting her know there was no escape, she refuses to give up hope. When the rescue does come, it wasn’t smooth or easy.

Still she was damn glad to be free. Until she realizes that freedom is a long way off, as, one by one, her science team is picked off, leaving her the last one to be dealt with.

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Once again the partner from the last mission doesn’t have the chance to get settled in before being sent on his own mission. Diesel is more than willing to take on this task although there isn’t too much information as yet. What’s known is that Eva Langston was taken from outside her home, and at the moment is believed to be on a Chinese destroyer. She’s an epidemiologist who’s made some very significant discoveries recently. Discoveries that could change many treatment options.

It’s not until Diesel and Jerricho reach mainland China that they actually get the information they need, unfortunately they have company when they get to Eva. A Russian scientist had also been taken and now there’s a team of Russians looking too. There are three scientists they escort out of the laboratory, one of whom is shot before they make it to their getaway car.

This is just one of my favorite scenes in this book.

Diesel placed a finger against her lips and said, “Don’t speak again. Not until I say so.” And he quickly moved forward, giving her no choice but to follow, since they were still tied together. He heard the Chinese words firing rapidly up ahead and heard Jerricho respond.

He looked at her and whispered, “Do you understand Chinese?”

She shook her head.

So far, Jerricho was being treated with respect, so he must have said something, but Diesel didn’t have a clue what. His gear would have given him away if nothing else. But just one male was up against Jerricho and the two scientists with him.

As Diesel watched and waited, the lone man lifted his rifle and held it against Jerricho.

Diesel immediately drew his weapon, and, before the guy could fire, Diesel popped him.

Jerricho looked at him and asked, “What took you so long?”

“I was trying to figure out what was going on,” he said. “Anybody else around here?”

“No, I took two more down.”

“Good. Let’s go,” he said. He looked at the other two scientists. “Move it now.”

Paul struggled to his feet, and Diesel frowned, studying his weakened condition.

“We’ll head to the second floor, where there’s a balcony,” he said. “We’ve arranged to get out that way.”

“Good,” Paul said. “How far is it?”

“Directly above us,” Diesel said, “so not very far.” With that, he led them all back around up to the stairs. They cleared the hallway, moved across to the small sitting room, where the small balcony was, and stepped outside.

No alarms went off. No lights went on. No gunfire was heard.

He quickly dropped down the ropes, looked at Jerricho, and asked, “Do you want to go down, and we’ll take the other two between us?”

He nodded. Jerricho slipped over the balcony with Paul on one side and slowly lowered himself and Paul down.

Eva said, “I can go down on my own.”

Diesel untied the rope from her and quickly wrapped it around Marge. Diesel nodded at Eva to go first. Eva slowly climbed down the rope, keeping it wrapped around one leg, down from knot to knot, until she reached the pavement. After that, he picked up Marge and told her, “Put your arms around my neck, and hang as tight as you can.”

She nodded and buried her face against his neck, and he slowly lowered himself down with the older woman. When they hit the ground, Jerricho came up and helped him to release the hooks up above. They didn’t want to leave anything to show their exit passage.

As soon as they were on the ground and clear, they tied up the ropes and Diesel threw them over his shoulder. Grabbing Eva’s hand, he pulled her off to the side and whispered, “Stay close.”

She nodded. “We are.”

“I know, but what about those two?” He nodded in the direction of Paul and Marge. Diesel didn’t say anything, but Paul still worried him.

As they moved forward, Paul stumbled once and then again. Jerricho bent down, helped the older man to his feet, and asked, “Are you okay?”

Paul shook his head. “I’ll make it. I’ll make it.” But a desperate note was in his voice.

“You didn’t expect to make it out of there, did you?” Diesel asked Paul.

Paul looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Just something in your tone, something that’s not quite what I expected.”

Paul frowned at him. “How could I possibly have thought I’d be saved? I’ve been a captive for a year,” he said bitterly.

“I get it.” But Diesel kept an eye on him. He glanced at Jerricho, frowned, and shook his head.

It was enough that Jerricho knew Diesel was disturbed.

As they moved forward ever-so-quietly, Diesel stopped short of a corner. As they came around the corner, Jerricho swept low and Diesel swept high, and then Paul stepped out. Seeing a vehicle, he raced forward. Then came a single shot, as Paul’s head exploded, and he dropped to the pavement.

Jerricho immediately rolled behind another vehicle, and, all of a sudden, he stood, leaned over the trunk of the car, raised his rifle, and he fired off three shots. There was a groan and then silence, before a heavy thud was heard. Jerricho immediately raised his hand and motioned for his partner.

Diesel swept the two women forward into the back seat of the car, as Jerricho jumped into the driver’s side, and Diesel too landed in the front seat.

“Is this your car?” Eva asked from behind them.

“No,” Diesel said, with a grin. “Not sure whose getaway car it is at all.”

“So how do you know it’s safe?”

“We don’t,” he said cheerfully.

“Jesus,” she muttered.

“You want to stay there and discuss it?” Jerricho asked her in surprise.

“No,” she said. She looked at him and frowned. “Did you get him? The man who killed Paul?”

“I did.”

“Good,” Marge said passionately. “Paul didn’t deserve that.”

Diesel looked at Jerricho and shrugged.

“What do you mean by that?” Eva asked him.

“By what?”

“That look.”

“Something was going on with Paul that I didn’t understand,” Diesel said.

“Like what?”

Diesel sighed and said, “It crossed my mind that he might have been a spy. He might have been making his life a little easier by tattling on whatever conversations you guys were having in the lab.”

Eva just stared at him blankly.

Marge cried out, and then, in shock and anger, she said, “He wouldn’t do that.”

Diesel looked at Eva and asked, “Would he?”

She stared at him wordlessly, considering his question.

He nodded. “Think about how long he’s been here. Think about what his future looked like. Think about what the hope of actually being released would do for him.”

Eva nodded slowly. “Paul was very conflicted, and we never quite understood why.”

“You can’t surely believe him,” Marge said, motioning at Diesel.

“I don’t know what I believe,” Eva said, turning to look at the older woman. “You know Paul better than I do.”

“Of course I do,” she said passionately, “and he wasn’t the kind to do that.”

Eva nodded. “And again, in your case, would you have done something like that?”

The older woman looked at her in horror.

“Think about it. If you were promised to get out of here in a couple days or a couple weeks, would you have reported on our conversations?”

Marge stared at her, and her shoulders slumped. “I would have,” she admitted. “And honestly I would be very angry right now if that’s what Paul had had for a deal, and he hadn’t shared it.”

“He couldn’t have shared it,” Eva said.

“I hope he didn’t have that as a deal,” she said, “because then that freedom was taken away from him as well.”

“It’s pretty hard not to think about a deal like this,” Eva said to her.

“I really liked him,” Marge whispered.

“So did I, and I certainly wouldn’t judge him for trying to end this hell.”

“No,” Marge said, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes. “He was a good man. I refuse to believe anything different.”

“You don’t have to,” she said gently. “Even if he did whatever he needed to do to get out of here, we can’t hold that against him. You and I both know how terrible it was in there. And we haven’t been here as long as Paul was.”

Marge nodded slowly. “It was so awful.” And she started to cry softly, her tears painful in the silence.

Jerricho turned to check the rearview and side mirrors.

“Are we being followed?” Diesel asked.

“No,” he said, “nothing that I can see.”

“What a mess,” Eva said.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting the Russians,” Diesel said.

“We need to get the word out,” Jerricho said.

Diesel pulled out his phone and sent Shane a message. We are out plus 2. Gunfire in lab building. Probably Russians cleaning house. Need safe house. He turned to Jerricho. “What do you want to tell him?”

“That the Russian kidnapped scientist died a couple weeks ago.”

Diesel turned to Eva. “Do you know any of the details?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t.” She looked at Marge, but she still sobbed in the corner.

“I’ve asked for a safe place for the night,” Diesel said, quickly reading the answering text.

“Good,” Jerricho said. “We need a place to rest, and I don’t know if the women need medical attention.”

Diesel looked at the other two. Eva shook her head, but then she nodded toward Marge. “Marge, are you okay physically?”

She looked up with tears washing her cheeks, still experiencing heavy sorrow. “I’m okay. If I can get out of here, I’ll be that much better, and I will recover,” she said a little more robustly.
Dale Mayer. Diesel (Kindle Locations 598-675). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Eva and Marge make it to their first stop in the getaway, but both men suspect Marge is very ill regardless of her protests of being fine.

It’s when a plane taking Marge for treatment is shot down that Diesel and Jerricho realize whoever had take them to begin with has a far reach and doesn’t want anyone to survive being released.

Eva is steady and strong, going with the flow of things but frightened as well. It seems no matter how stealthy they are they run into something that’s just not right. There’s also a little more than just a little attraction between Diesel and Eva. Jerricho sees it long before Diesel can admit it though.

I really love these books, the escape routes are not only dangerous they’re creative. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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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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Eton’s Escape – Bullard’s Battle Book 3 By Dale Mayer


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Eton’s Escape
Bullard’s Battle Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Eton journeys to Switzerland, unimpressed at finding Garret there as his backup. Barely recovered but pissed and mobile, Garret refuses to be kept out of service any longer. Eton’s intel leads them to a small village, to a woman in distress, and to someone who likes cleaning up a trail a little too much.

Living a quiet life with her aging father, Sammy is surprised by an offer of help when she gets an unexpected flat tire. Strangers in this area are not common, and neither are they well received. Still this stranger’s a can-do person, and she instinctively turns to him when she soon needs additional help.

Only to find he’s partly why she’s in trouble—and he’s got bigger troubles of his own. Now they both had to get out of this nightmare and somewhere safe and sound, … before it’s too late.

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The next clues in the every frustrating search for answers lead to Switzerland. Eton follows directions to a relatively remote Chalet and on the way stops to aid a young woman changing a flat tire. All he had to do was tighten the lug nuts on the spare she already had on. Although the encounter was innocent he sends the info to Cain to check out.

Arriving at the Chalet, Eton is pissed to find Garrett. The man has barely been out of the coma and he’s back in the field. Garrett is having none of it though and reiterates he can do the job and rest at the same time. Stubborn males! They need to set up to capture the location of the phone they’re tracking so they climb behind the chalet to the top of the hill that separates them from the village where the last signal originated.

They have an unexpected visitor while up there, Sammy apparently likes to run cross country at night to relax. She’s a local and doesn’t seem concerned about the darkness. She does give a bit more information about her tire and her father, which was a bit strange, but she seems to sense Eton and Garrett are okay. Although she does get a bit wary by the end of their conversation.

When the phone comes on line Eton heads to the village to try to pinpoint the location, finding condos in construction and a couple of houses with dogs. A start but no real info comes the next day when Eton goes to the village and speaks with the butcher and then Joe a grandfather working to save for his grandson’s surgery and aftercare.

Eton would like to know more and decides to invite Sammy for coffee, not only for information but because he likes her.

This is a favorite scene.

Her father opened a bottle of wine, and she brought out dinner. He was seated at the table, and, just as she was about to join him, her phone rang. She looked at it and frowned.

“You going to answer that?” her father asked, as he picked up the great big serving spoon and served himself a hefty scoop.

She smiled at the amount. That was a lot of food for somebody who supposedly wasn’t hungry. “I will,” she said. “I just don’t know the number.”

He peered over and said, “Oh, Private Caller, huh? A secret admirer?”

“I doubt it,” she said, and, when she went to answer it, nobody was there. She shrugged and said, “Must have been a wrong number.”

“Oh, he’ll call back,” her father said, with a wink. She smiled, and, when the phone did ring again, she planned to ignore it, until she saw Annie’s name. She answered it and put it on Speakerphone. “Hello, Annie. I’m here with Dad, having dinner. How are you?”

“I’m okay,” she said, but her voice was shaky.

“Something else happen?”

“Well, I was followed home from town today,” she said. “At least I think so. I’m starting to feel paranoid.”

“Well, sometimes it’s for a good reason,” she said. “We don’t want you to make light of something that’s important.”

“That’s not helping me much,” she said.

“No, it probably isn’t, and I’m sorry. I’m not sure what to say,” she said. “What kind of a vehicle was it?”

“It was a truck, like my ex’s.”

“But did you recognize him?”

“No,” she said. “I didn’t. That’s the thing. It was just a big truck. Anybody could have had been driving it.”

“Well, lots of people do have them,” she said. “We can’t go looking for boogeymen where there aren’t any.”

“But what if there are, and I didn’t see it coming?” she cried out.

“Are you home now?”

“Yes, my vehicle was taken by the garage, and new tires put on. They sent a courtesy car to pick me up when it was ready.”

“That was nice,” she said. “And now you are home again with good tires, right?”

“Yes, all good, except for the cost,” she said. “That was not cheap. It pisses me off. I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Not many people do,” she said, “so there’s lots of things to consider.”

“I know. Anyway I just thought I’d let you know I was home.” With that, her friend hung up.

Frowning, she looked at her father and shrugged. “You heard as much as I did, but I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Sounds like that husband of hers is getting to be a headache.”

“Possibly,” she said, “but we don’t know that for sure.”

“The trouble with this scenario,” her father said, “is you won’t know anything until it’s too damn late.”

She winced at that and said, “Well, let’s hope not.”

When her phone rang again, she looked at it and said, “It’s a Private Caller again.”

“Well, answer it,” he urged.

She glared at him. “The first call was nobody.”

“Doesn’t mean this one is,” he said. “You have to break out of your shell sometimes.”

“I’ve broken out of my shell,” she protested. He just rolled his eyes at her. She glared at him but answered the phone anyway. “Hello?”

“Sammy?”

The man’s voice made her sit up straight. “Yes. Is this Eton?”

“It is,” he said. “I just wanted to invite you out for coffee.”

She stared at her father, who by now almost danced in place. “How did you get my number?” she asked.

“It’s pretty easy to get from a directory. Remember the business I’m in?”

“I don’t think I want to,” she said. “It’s a little creepy.”

“Well, I figured it would be a long cold day before you’d give your number to me,” he said, chuckling. “Remember? I’m harmless.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” she finished quickly.

At that, her father gasped in outrage and shook his head at her.

“Coffee could be nice,” she said cautiously, “but why do I feel like there’s an ulterior motive involved?” Again her father stared at her in shock. He reached over and spanked her lightly on her arm. “Fine,” she said.

“Coffee at a little café in town, how is that?”

“When?” she asked, staring down at her dinner.

“Half an hour? How does that work for you?”

She thought about it, but her father was busy nodding his head. He leaned forward into the phone and said, “Perfect. She’ll be there.”

She gasped and quickly hung up the phone. “Seriously, Dad? Did you just do that?”

“You know I did,” he said. “That poor guy could wait in the rain until he died from a chill before you’d have answered.”

“I was getting around to it,” she said defensively. “I try to think before I speak, you know?”

“Well, now you don’t have to,” he replied. She just rolled her eyes him. He motioned at her dinner. “You better eat up because you’re just going for coffee. You might get a dessert down there, if they’ve been baking and didn’t sell out.” He frowned at her, thinking about that. “I haven’t had anything from there in a long time.”

“I can bring you back something, if you want,” she said, with a gentle smile, because her father did love his sweets. “But remember. There is also still cake.”

“Tea and cake,” he said, his gaze immediately scanning the kitchen, as if looking for the cake.

“Dad, you’re not getting cake until after dinner.”

“Right,” he said, looking down at his dinner. He picked up his fork and started shoveling it in, at a rate that was impossible to keep up. “You don’t have to rush,” she protested.

“Yes, I do, because you’re leaving soon,” he said, “and I don’t like to eat without company.”

Sometimes, nothing he said made any sense, but she just sat down and started eating her own plateful. By the time she was done, she looked at her dad and said, “I need to leave soon. I’ll put on the teakettle and cut you a piece of cake before I go, okay?”

“Of course,” he said, sitting back with a happy sigh. “That was excellent, as usual.”

“It is a taste that is hard to let go of, once you get it in your mouth, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

She got up, put on the teakettle for him, rinsed out the teapot, and set it up with the tea bags, then walked over and put out the cake. She cut about a half-inch slice, and he said, “Now, if you’ll make them small, you might as well cut me two.”

She looked at him and said, “Or maybe I’m bringing you something.”

He frowned at her and said, “I can have both.”

Such a childlike quality was to his voice that she had to laugh. “You sure can,” she said. “Besides, you did eat your dinner.”

“I did,” he said, with a happy smile.

She brought over a single piece of cake and said, “There is more over there, if you want it. I’ll put it away when I get home tonight.”

He nodded and said, “Be nice to him.”

“Be nice to who?”

“The new boyfriend,” he said, with a nod of satisfaction.

“I’m going for coffee, Dad,” she said. “That’s it.”

“That’s how they all start,” he said. “Not to worry. If you’re good and be quiet,” he said, “you’ll probably get there.”

“Dad, if I have to be quiet, I’m not interested,” she snapped. But he turned that big grin her way, and she realized that, once again, he’d been joking. Because of his illness, sometimes she didn’t know when he was and when he wasn’t, and, on a touchy topic like this, it was easy to take offense. She smiled. “You are trouble, mister.”

“You love me anyway,” he said comfortably.

“That I do.” She raced back, gave him a big hug and a kiss, and said, “I won’t be long.”

“You can be as long as you like,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re dating.” And he started to raise his hands in a mock cheer. At that, she turned and raced from the house. This was the last thing she wanted to put up with. Her father meant well. She just wasn’t into relationships if there wasn’t a spark. And she also wasn’t into relationships if there was only a spark. There had to be a whole lot more for her to want to go down that pathway. Especially now.
Dale Mayer. Eton’s Escape (Kindle Locations 885-957). Valley Publishing.

I really liked the way Sammy’s father intervened to get her to accept the coffee date. He’s a character, and he’s also dying which makes me sad for Sammy.

While having coffee, Joe calls him and this leads to a whole new can of worms.

Lots of suspense, action, surprises and a romance that just seems to happen in that slow simmer to sizzle 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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Melissa – Hathaway House Book 13 by Dale Mayer


Melissa
Hathaway House Book 13
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Health-care worker Shane has been at Hathaway House since the beginning. He’s watched patient after patient scratch and claw their way to recovery and has watched relationship after relationship blossom into love and marriage. He believes in love. Wants a true love of his own. Yet he wonders now whether anyone is out there for him.

Until Melissa walks into his gym.

Broken and beaten by life and overwhelmed with endless pain was never part of Melissa’s long-term plan. But a year after an accident sidelined her navy career, she’s still fighting her way back to a normal life—if such a thing exists for the woman she’s become. Her transfer to Hathaway House is a lifeline to her oldest friend, but, even with Dani’s encouragement, Melissa’s journey back to health is long and hard and maybe just a pipe dream. But she’ll try again. One more time.

Separately, Shane and Melissa have been battling their own personal demons. When they meet at Hathaway House, the tough physiotherapist vows that his newest client will reach successes unimaginable to her. Together, working through her rehab plan, Shane and Melissa find a special tenderness behind each other’s strength.

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Dani finally convinces Melissa to come to Hathaway House knowing it’s her friends best change of finding a new normal. The journey there is brutal and Melissa is still in a lot of pain the next morning.

Shane is the first person Melissa gets to know at Hathaway House. He stopped by her room before breakfast on her first day. He doesn’t take no for an answer on going for a bit of a tour which will include breakfast.

It doesn’t take long before Melissa realizes that Hathaway House isn’t a hospital and it’s far better than she imagined. She can now understand that Dani has created something wonderful, even before she starts her own rehabilitation.

This is favorite scene.

A huge man came to the front counter, leaned across the top, and smiled down at her. “Now that’s a new face I haven’t seen before.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m Melissa,” she said. “I just got here last night.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “So I see they wouldn’t let you skip breakfast, huh?”

She shook her head. “No, Shane was pretty much against that.”

“We’re all against that,” he said. “You need your food.”

She smiled up at him. “But what if I’m not hungry?”

“We always have something to be hungry for.” He quickly explained how the kitchen worked, how the coffee and tea were always here. Food was always here. If she ever woke up hungry, she could raid the self-serve fridge filled with sandwiches, muffins, quiches, things like that. All beside a microwave, if needed. “And,” he said, “I have lots of hot fresh food now. What do you prefer for breakfast?”

She raised both eyebrows. “Wow! I haven’t been asked that in a long time.”

“Well, that was then. This is now,” he said, “and food is a big part of your healing. But the right food.”

“Oh, I agree with that,” she said. “What do you have?”

“I’ve got eggs, sausages, bacon, omelets, fresh fruit, yogurt, homemade bread, French toast. If that doesn’t appeal, tell me what does. Oh, we also have muffins today. What would you like?”

Just then her stomach growled. She stared at him, a bit embarrassed. “I haven’t heard that sound in a long time,” she said. “Something triggered it nicely.”

“Well, if you haven’t eaten, and you’re not working out today because it’s still not a whole first day for you,” he said, “let’s get you a decent breakfast. Then you will have lots of energy to hold you over, and you won’t have to worry about your stomach getting upset from Shane’s workouts.”

She looked at Shane. “You already have a reputation, huh?”

“Maybe,” he said cheerfully, “but we won’t worry about that right now.” He looked at Dennis and said, “She told me that she loves eggs.”

Dennis smiled, looked down at her again, and asked, “So poached, scrambled, fried? Or how about a spinach and bacon omelet?”

“I’d love that,” she said. “Are you sure though? That’s more work.”

He laughed. “I’m very sure. I’ll have it up in a few minutes,” he said. “Make sure you get the rest of what you want, and I’ll bring the omelet to you.”

And, with that, Shane moved her a little farther down the counter. He asked, “You want some yogurt, some berries, muffins? Anything here?”

A whole pile of add-ons went with breakfast. She grabbed a parfait that looked like half the size of the other parfaits. It was full of yogurt, berries, and granola. “I like this,” she said, “but I don’t want to take so much food that I can’t eat it all.”

“And that’s a good thing,” he said, “because we do have to watch that people eat what they take.”

“Right,” she said. “So maybe not this.” But she hesitated.

He put it firmly on her tray and said, “If nothing else, we can take it back to your room with you because you’ll be in there dealing with a lot of team members, as they come to interview you all day.”

“Right,” she said. “So for a coffee break.”

“And the cafeteria is always open,” he reminded her. “If you’re ever hungry, you can always come and get food.”

She nodded, and they went to the coffee area. He poured coffee for the two of them, which surprised her because she figured he had something better to do than to sit around and babysit her. But he didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave. Quietly she wondered at that.

He pushed her back to the outside deck, knowing she craved the sunshine and the sight of the animals. She sat close to the railing as she worked away on her parfait without even thinking about it.

By the time Dennis arrived with the omelet, she had tucked into that without realizing just how much food she was consuming. But the two men noticed.

Dennis quickly took away the empty parfait glass and smiled at her. “See? Just even being here helps bring up the appetite.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” she said. “I’ve lost a lot of weight from the surgeries.”

“That’s not allowed at all,” he said. “I’m really good at fattening people up.” He gave her a big toothy grin and took off, leaving her.

She laughed. “How do you guys stay skinny at this place?”

“Well, for the staff, we work it off,” Shane said, chuckling. “But, for everybody who’s here to heal, you must remember. Good food is a major part of healing.”

“I get it,” she said and looked down at the omelet. “Wow!”

“And, if you don’t like something, just tell Dennis. He lives to make everybody eat happily.”

She smiled and said, “Maybe it won’t be so bad being here after all.”

“If you were afraid it would be bad,” he asked curiously, “why did you come here?”

“Dani persuaded me,” she admitted. “And maybe I was just being stubborn. But I hated to impose.” She leaned forward and whispered, “I have one of those free beds.”

He leaned back and said, “Good. At least you’re smart enough to take what was offered.”

She sat back, looked at him, and asked, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Of course not,” he said. “We have multiples of those beds that we rotate all the time. Not everybody has full care or access. The navy should have given you full care, though they didn’t, did they?”

“My injuries didn’t happen while I was in the navy,” she said. “I had finished a tour and had just left when I was hit by a vehicle. So technically, I was no longer on active service— one day after leaving the navy.”

“So you were at the VA hospital when she offered you a bed here?”

“I wasn’t showing any progress there. At least I didn’t think so.”

“Good for her for bringing you here then,” he said. “And it doesn’t matter what bed you may have or whether the VA benefits come through for you or not because it’s all about your healing, not about how you got here. You are here, so let’s make the most of it.”

She smiled, nodded. “You’re very much a cheerleader, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes,” he said. “And then there’ll be times when you really don’t appreciate the heavy taskmaster version of me.”

“How many days before that happens?”

He gazed at her with a serious look. “Probably three.”

She winced. “So enjoy my holiday while I have it?”

“Enjoy it,” he said, “because then you’re on the most difficult and the most rewarding journey of your life. One that, without which, we can’t get you back to being normal.”

“I thought you said normal doesn’t exist?” she asked in a challenging voice.

“You’re right,” he said. “So let’s get you to the new normal, which I have seen time and time again. It’ll be very different than what you think is normal.”

“Get me to walk and to sleep without pain, and I’ll be grateful,” she said. “Anything above that is sheer gravy.”

He laughed and said, “Sure hope you like gravy with everything then,” he said, “because we have a lot of work to do.”
Dale Mayer. Melissa (Kindle Locations 283-343). Valley Publishing Ltd..

After his initial evaluation, Shane knows it’s going to be slow going, and he is more than up to the challenge. He also finds himself enjoying her company, and she hers. The problem he faces is recognizing if what is growing between them is gratitude or love.

I loved this story so much. Shane is one of my favorite characters and Melissa is perfect for him.

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

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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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Bonaparte’s Belle – Heroes for Hire Book 25 by Dale Mayer


Bonaparte’s Belle
Heroes for Hire Book 25
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Sheriff Angela Zimmerman is not what Bonaparte expects when he arrives in her district. But he was here to help her out at Levi’s request. A little matchmaking by Levi was going on too but didn’t change the fact that she was in trouble.

When Levi said he was sending a man over, she didn’t realize he meant this gentle mountain of a man. Still Bonaparte was confident and capable, and that’s what mattered. Something rotten was happening in her town, and getting to the bottom of it alone was nearly impossible. Especially when all her deputies had been coerced to quit.

Sensing something much bigger was going on is one thing, but proving it is another. So the two set out to get the proof they need—no matter the danger. No one expected what they found …

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I think this is the first time I’ve seen Levi send someone on a mission with a bit of an agenda. Angela Zimmerman is the sheriff in a small town, a town being plagued by threats and shady dealings.

Bonaparte isn’t sure what to expect when he arrives. All he knows is Angela is Levi and Ice’s friend and needs help. As she briefs him on the issues, he realizes things are not going to be easy. Sons of mob bosses threatening people and their families to get property has to have some money making venture behind it. That venture isn’t an obvious one and there’s much digging to do.

After showing Bonaparte the properties and talking with her friend who’s grandfather actually sold to them Angela asks where Bonaparte’s staying. She’s surprised when he says he’s staying with her and even more so when he asks about groceries versus going out.

This is a favorite scene.

“Right and wrong is not always that clear,” she said. “No, sometimes it takes a little bit to work your way through, but it becomes clear eventually. So, where to?”

She looked at him in confusion.

“Do you have groceries?” he asked. “Or do we need to go out for dinner or stop at the store?”

She laughed. “So now you’re inviting yourself for dinner too.”

“Well, I figured, if I offered to take you out for dinner, you’d likely get mad at me.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked in astonishment.

“Well, opening the door was a strange thing for you. You are an officer of the law, so I don’t want to make it sound like I’m compelling you to do something or that I’m disrespecting your office,” he said, with a knowing smile. “But I’d really like to take you out for a good steak.”

Her eyes widened. “A good steak would be perfect,” she said. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“So where am I headed then?” he asked.

She smiled and said, “Away from here and back into town.”

“If you say so,” he said. “Is it nice and public?”

“Yes, of course it is,” she said, frowning. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I just want to make sure it’s really public.”

She groaned. “You want to make sure everybody thinks that the pretty little sheriff has a partner, is that it?”

“No, not at all,” he said. “I want everybody to know that the sheriff has a deputy,” he said. “One who’s not afraid to back his boss up.”

She looked at him, smiled, and said, “You know what? That just might work.”

“Doesn’t matter if you’re female or not, by the way,” he said. “I’d step up for the side of right any time, any day, any place, anyhow.”

She chuckled. “There’s a lot to be said for that.”

“There is,” he said. “It makes it all nice and clear. So where’s the steakhouse because I’m getting really hungry now.”

Still laughing, she directed him to the one on Main Street. “That should be public enough for you,” she said.

“Good,” he said. “Let everybody know, right off the bat, that you are no longer alone and that somebody around here has your back.”

“I can get behind that,” she said quietly, as he parked the truck. She looked around and smiled because, even now, people were studying the strange truck. “Don’t look now,” she said, “but we’re already attracting attention.”

“Good. The more, the better.”
Dale Mayer. Bonaparte’s Belle (Kindle Locations 552-574). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Running into the brothers Leroy and Leonard is a highlight to their dinner.

Things start to escalate and Angela is surprised just how many people are involved in all of the problems.

I loved the interaction with the dogs and the simmer to sizzle relationship that sparks between Bonaparte and Angela.

This series is a favorite and I hope it doesn’t end any time soon!

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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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Caleb – The K9 Files Book 11 by Dale Mayer


Caleb
The K9 Files Book 11
By
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Dale Mayer

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For Caleb, returning to his hometown for his brother’s wedding should have been cause for a wonderful celebration. However, since his brother is marrying Caleb’s ex-wife, Caleb doesn’t want to go anywhere near the event. Yet Caleb returns, as his best friend, Laysha, is in the same town, and they are overdue a reunion. Plus Caleb’s been asked to look into a War Dog adopted out but now missing.

Having Caleb back in town, at her house even, Laysha couldn’t be happier, all the while knowing Caleb still had issues with his ex-wife. When Caleb and Laysha take a trip to the last known residence where the War Dog had been and instead find a human corpse, life takes a dark turn.

Even worse, they are seen at the house and have both become targets … in a game Caleb has to win or will lose everything that’s important in his life.

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The next war dog to be located is Beowulf, he was adopted by a couple who resided near the Mexican border in El Paso, Texas. Caleb immediately volunteers to go find him, he has reason to go to El Paso. His brother is getting married, although Caleb has a problem with the bride, she’s his ex-wife. He does have a place to stay, a large private place owned by his best friend Laysha.

Laysha shares some information with him that she figures he should know before he sees his brother, it seems that the baby Sarah lost while married to Caleb was actually his brother’s. This is not something to easily let go although it’s been years.

I loved the reunion between Caleb and Laysha’s dogs, especially the oldest one Graynor. You can tell the rapport Caleb has with animals with every reaction. This makes me very hopeful for when he finds Beowulf.

Caleb does get a rental from town, even though Laysha has offered to drive him around. He needs to check out the property where the adopting couple lived. Apparently they’ve moved away and the property is vacant. What they find is a surprise and gruesome.

With the authorities in charge of the scene, Caleb and Laysha take at look at the rest of the property, assuring the detective they would let him know if they find anything.

Caleb is also helping Laysha with some of the renovations she’s working on, including the refinishing the upstairs floors, quite the project for one person but goes so much faster and easier with two. They are both very aware that they are sleeping not far from each other, wondering why they never got together other than friends.

The wedding is looming but Caleb still needs to find Beowulf so he returns to the property to follow some vague hair clues. The trail leads him to a small town across the Mexican border. He visits a cantina and leaves the proprietor with a way to reach him if anyone can give him information about the dog. It’s after this visit that things become interesting.

Jackson has been in contact with Laysha, but he really needs to be talking to his brother not her. Once Caleb arrives back there is much discussion and finally as she works on the floors Caleb gets lunch together.

This is a favorite and a rather harrowing scene.

“So I understand that you got in the middle of something that was their problem, and they shouldn’t have involved you, and that’s what they should be apologizing for. She was carrying his baby, and she was pining for him the whole time, but she married you and duped you into thinking that she cared about you. And he duped you into thinking he didn’t give a shit about her.”

“Great, so I’m just a big dupe, is that it?” He glared at her.

“There’s no sugarcoating it,” she said. “It sucks all the way around. But you also weren’t happily married, and you’re better off away from it all.”

“Yeah, you’re not kidding,” he said with feeling. “In the end, I could hardly even stand to be in the same room with her.”

“Exactly,” she said, “whereas they finally get a chance to heal whatever’s going on between them, and maybe your brother will have a decent life now.”

“Maybe,” he said grudgingly. “Don’t see how that’s possible with her.” He shook his head. “It still hurts.”

“Yes,” she said, “but not for the real reason. It’s not so much that your wife cheated on you but that your brother did.”

He winced at that. “No, you’re right there,” he said. “And yet, once I realized it wasn’t even my child, I wondered if it was his, but she would never tell me the truth about the father. When she got angry, then she happily told me that the baby wasn’t mine. By then, I figured it was a complete waste of time to work on the marriage because she was still seeing someone else.”

“And, as you know now, it was your brother, and she went back to him,” she said quietly. “And I’m not in any way condoning their behavior. I’m just saying you’re in a good position to stay a long way away from them.”

He looked at her, and he started to laugh. “Isn’t that the truth?” he said, shaking his head. “Damn. You know what? You just have to think about it that way, and it looks so much easier.”

“It’s not easy though,” she said. “But you know now and can move on …” And then she grinned up at him. “So why don’t you go make lemonade, while I get started on this other room.”

“Make lemonade? Pretty sure I saw a jug in the fridge.”

“Right. Well, I figured that was your kind of lemonade, premade.” She laughed at him. “Go and pour some.”

“Oh, you can’t be done that fast,” he said.

“Maybe not, but I’ll try. So get lost. Let me finish this second bedroom.” She walked into the remaining guest bedroom and immediately started painting on the finish.

“It looks phenomenal,” he said. “You’ve done so much great work here.”

“And it’s just a drop in the hat of my list of things to do here,” she said.

“Are you doing anything else for the next five years?”

She looked up at him in surprise. “No. Not really.”

“So then you’re spending it doing something that will create cherished memories and will renovate this huge beautiful heritage home,” he said. “So you can’t really argue with that.”

“I hear you.” And, with a smile on her face, she got to work. By the time he came back upstairs again, she was almost done. “I figured you had to make another batch from scratch because you took so long.”

“Ha,” he said, but he held a plate of sandwiches.

She looked at him with longing. “That’s not fair. I’m not quite done yet.”

“You got five minutes,” he said. He looked at the room she was finishing off and came closer to the doorway, and said, “It’s pretty good timing, huh?”

“Very good timing,” she said, as she sat back. “But I do want to do the hallway too.”

“That makes sense. It’s all ready to go, so you might as well,” he said. “But you can’t walk on it until the tackiness is gone.”

“Which I’m hoping will be enough to let me in tonight,” she said, “so I can get to my bedroom.”

“If not, you’ll have to climb the outer wall, using the trellises,” he teased.

“You know how that’ll end up,” she said with a laugh.

“Yep, in a bad way.” He headed back downstairs and said, “Hurry up.”

And, with a smile, she got to work. It didn’t take very long, as the hallway, although it was long, was a steady stroke back and forth, no turns, just those edges close to the wall. The rest went down very quickly. She got to the top of the stairs, cleaned up the edge, wishing she could do the stairs. Yet that would be that much more work, and they weren’t stripped properly yet. So she slowly backed down the stairs. There she quickly washed up, smiled at him, and said, “Done.”

“Okay, good. So tomorrow sand and then another coat?”

“Yep, something like that depending on the schedule.” She stood and gathered the animals into the guest bedroom downstairs. “I don’t want them bothering us while we eat. I’ll let them outside after we’re done.” Caleb nodded as they headed out to the veranda. As soon as she got out there and sat down, she remembered. “Shit, I forgot the lemonade.”

She got up, and a pop rang out. She gasped as something blasted across the side of her head, lifting her hair, and slammed into the doorframe right in front of her. She was immediately dropped to the floor, then the back door opened, and she was dragged inside. “What the hell?” she asked Caleb. “What was that?”

“Somebody just shot at us,” he snapped, looking out the window from the side.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. Then it hit her. “Oh, my God. Somebody actually shot at me.” Her hand went to her head. “Did they miss me?” she asked. “I don’t feel anything.”

“They missed,” he said. “Don’t worry. You’d notice if they hadn’t.”

“No,” she said, “not really. I could be dead.”

He looked at her, his face grim, and he nodded. “You could be right,” he said. “That was too damn close for comfort.”
Dale Mayer. Caleb (Kindle Locations 829-877). Valley Publishing Ltd..

So much going on and not a whole lot of leads but when a break is found the information pans out. The circumstances under which Beowulf was found had me crying. As did they way Caleb gets him out to safety.

Lots of twists and turns, suspense, family drama, romance, sizzle and lots of dogs to love!

I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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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Cain’s Cross – Bullard’s Battle Book 2 By Dale Mayer


Cain’s Cross
Bullard’s Battle Book 2
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Dale Mayer

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Cain—hearing a killer’s last words, “You’re next,”—knows his time is running out, not only for him but for his entire team. As members of his team search for the still missing Bullard in the ocean, Cain has focused on tracking the killer’s history, hopefully to lead to the madman after them all. A trip to Sicily brings more information to light but also more puzzles to sort out. And an unexpected light in Cain’s life.

When Petra picks up the two men at the airport, she has no idea how fast her personal life is about to unravel. Not only do these men bring up old terrible memories but they also shine a light on an ugly corner of town. People she avoids at all costs.

Still she can’t afford to dwell on the past, as her present blows up. With Cain and Eton at her side, they’re all trying to stay alive, as the bodies drop around them.

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Bullard is still missing and his whole team plus Ice and Levi are still looking. From the last events at the museum, the information found on one of the goons with Green leads to Sicily so that’s where Cain and Eton go.

Instead of being met by Pedro, they are met by Petra. She informs them that she is the niece of the proprietors of the B&B where they will be staying.

Since they arrived late they are invited to join the family for dinner. There’s quite a bit of hostility here especially with Petra’s aunt. They gain some information at that time, but decide to take a walk around town before dark.

This is a favorite scene.

Getting out of her car, Petra grabbed her purse and her sweater and headed to her door. Her neighbor’s dog greeted her. Chico often waited for her to come home so he could get extra cuddles. After sharing a big hug and a kiss, she walked over and checked to make sure the dog had food and fresh water on his porch.

“You’ve got both. Now it’s my turn. I’m going inside and getting food and a hot cup of tea.” She gave him an extra cuddle then walked inside her place. Next she put on the teakettle and opened the back door, so she could sit outside with her tea.

“It was a crazy day and a crazy evening,” she muttered to herself. Going through everything she had in the cupboards, she pulled out a cookie from a package, and, with a fresh cup of tea, walked outside to the backyard.

She sat for a long moment, enjoying the sunshine. When she heard a “Hello,” she immediately recognized the voice and knew it was Cain, the one who sat in the front passenger seat in her car on the ride from the airport.

“Hello,” she called back.

Cain and Eton appeared in her backyard. Cain explained, “We have a few questions.”

“Why ask me?” she asked. “What information could I possibly have for you?”

“Well, I guess it depends on your relationship with the family. But we wanted to take a look at the house you were telling us about. The big fancy one, whose father lost the one son and has two others, but one was missing.”

She laughed. “Missing? Is that what you call it?” she said. “That no-good son of a bitch probably ran off.”

“You feel rather strongly about that. Why?” Cain asked.

“Because he more or less ruined my sister before he left,” she said tiredly. “Well, he or his brother Tristan anyway. Both of them for all I know. But she got pregnant, possibly had an abortion, which got ugly between us. She was acting pretty irresponsibly and was always a little standoffish afterward. One day I came home to find she’d packed up and left. There was a note, saying she needed time. She just took off, and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Ouch,” he said. Eton nodded solemnly. “How long ago was that?”

“About eighteen months, I think,” she said. “It’s hard to pin it down. It was around the same time as my father’s accident. I wondered if it all didn’t happen at the same time.”

“Meaning?”

“When he had the accident, there was no reason for him to be driving. There was no reason for him to be out anywhere, unless he was taking my sister somewhere,” she said. “So I’ve always wondered about it.”

“That would be tough,” he said, “losing them both at the same time. I’m sorry. That just makes it even worse.”

“No need for it to be worse,” she said, fatigue heavy in her voice. “As you can tell, it’s not a great scenario at my aunt and uncle’s either.”

“No,” he said. “It sounds like everybody’s having a rough go of it.”

“Absolutely,” she said. “It is what it is, but I don’t understand why you’re so interested in all this.” She looked from Cain, who was doing all the talking, to Eton, who remained silent this whole time but fully aware.

“Because it’s an oddity,” Cain said cheerfully. “Just blatant curiosity really. Chalk it up to ignorant Americans.”

She laughed. “I highly doubt that,” she said. “I don’t think you do anything without good reason.”

He looked at her in surprise.

She shook her head. “No, don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You guys are guys on a mission.”

At that, they both stopped and studied her. “And why do you say that?”

“You’re not tourists,” she said. “Not even part-time. You obviously came here for a reason, but I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.”

Cain gave her a half smile and said, “Well, maybe we’ll check out the father’s house, and we’ll see for ourselves.”

She hesitated, then said, “I’ll come with you.” She walked down the front pathway, opened the small gate, and let herself out.

“Is there a reason why you’d join us?”

“Because his father has always been a crazy-ass son of a bitch,” she said. “After losing the one son, he got even worse. Drinking more and more.”

“Of course,” Cain said, “but how crazy?”

“Gun-shooting crazy,” she said briefly. “And, if he doesn’t know who you are, he’ll probably shoot you without asking questions.”

“Nice town,” Cain said.

She looked at him, shook her head, and said, “No, it’s not. Not at all.”

“Why do you stay?”

She shot him a hard look. “So that my sister has someone to come home to. Besides, I can’t just walk away from my father.”

“You’d make better money elsewhere.”

“No doubt,” she said, “I would. And I’ll get there one day. But, in the meantime, my father is like a living ghost, and my sister has left home for God-knows-where. The only family I have left are my aunt and uncle.”

“And they’d be lost, if you didn’t continue to pay for your father’s care.”

“Exactly,” she said. “So I’m kind of stuck, just waiting for somebody to crack open this stalemate that my life has become.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Cain muttered. “Sometimes what we think we want isn’t really so, and we don’t figure that out until after the fact.”

She looked at him, gave a hard laugh, and said, “What I can tell you is that something has been going on in this town for a long time, and that means I’m a big part of it, whether I want to be or not.”

He stared at her for a moment, gave a clipped nod, and said, “Good. I want to see him then.”

She shook her head at him, in shock. “Didn’t you just hear me?”

“Oh, I heard you,” he said, “but it could be exactly what we’re looking for.”
Dale Mayer. Cain’s Cross (Kindle Locations 388-437). Valley Publishing.

Things get more intense with every page, starting with a body and progressing to more, bodies that is.

Petra is smack in the middle of all of this as are her aunt and uncle. In what capacity she and the guys aren’t sure yet. The verbal sparring between Petra and Cain is fun, informative and leads to all sorts of interesting conclusions.

Cain and Petra have quite the chemistry but it takes a while for them to figure it out.

Suspense, intrigue, surprises and some sizzle as Cain and Eton get just a bit closer to who is after them all.

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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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It’s a Dog’s Life – A Romantic Comedy Ghost Novella By Dale Mayer


It’s a Dog’s Life
A Romantic Comedy Ghost Novella
By
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Dale Mayer

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It’s the first day of Ninna’s job in the local animal shelter…and a dog is talking to her. Not just any dog…a fat, old, smart-alecky Basset Hound who says his name is Mosey.

She can’t quit, she needs this job. And then there’s the yummy vet. Who turns out to live across the street from her in a much bigger house than her tiny house. Big enough to hold a few animals – including the mouthy Mosey. With all this going on, she doesn’t have time to worry about the rash of break-ins and the sense of being watched. She’s too busy worrying that she’s nuts.

When Ninna agrees to dog sit for the cute vet from work, she sees it as a trial at being a pet owner and a way to build on her budding relationship with the vet. For Mosey, this weekend means time to get to know each other.

For the stalker who’s tracking Ninna’s movements, it means…opportunity.

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The first person we see in this one is Tory, he’s a thief and he just decided he’s interested in a woman who resides in the neighborhood he’s been robbing.

Ninna is blissfully unaware that someone is watching her as she starts her new job. Although she’s almost panicking with the chaos she sees in front of her. This is obviously more than just an animal shelter. While she waits to fill out paperwork, she hears a voice in her head. Not something she wants and she’s finally stopped seeing the psychiatrist. To discover it’s a dog, well is just the icing. She needs this job to pay the bills.

Stuart is one of the veterinarians and he’s the one who gets her past the front door and a bit settled before starting his day. However it’s when he shows up on her doorstep looking for a kitten that things get interesting.

She recruits her best friend Jane into helping her find and return the kitten.

This is a favorite scene.

They rounded the corner to enter the side street, leading them back onto the front of the same block. Ninna nodded toward the vet’s huge house. “There’s his place.”

At the front door, Jane pressed on the doorbell. It pealed loudly and set off a cacophony of barking and yipping. Jane and Ninna looked at each other wide-eyed. “Holy crap. How many dogs does he have?” Jane’s shocked voice was barely audible over the noise.

They could hear sounds of someone yelling at the dogs to be quiet. “Stop it. Move out of the way. How am I supposed to answer the door if you’re all standing there?”

The door opened, and Stuart stood in front of them. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the surprise quickly morphed into pleasure. “Ninna?”

She couldn’t help but feel an answering spark inside.

Then his gaze landed on the kitten, which was using Ninna’s throat and collarbone as a monkey bar.

“Oh, you found him. That’s wonderful.” He opened the door wide. “Come in, please. Where was he?”

Stuart reached out to take the kitten from her, however the kitten had other plans and immediately dug in his claws.

Ninna winced. Her throat was going to look like she’d been the victim of a slasher attack. Eventually, with a little coaxing, the kitten let go and Ninna was able to swallow again. She said, “He was in the back alley, caught behind a pile of rubble in the yard of that deserted house almost at the end of the block.” She glanced over at Jane then back to Stuart. “This is my friend, Jane. She helped me find him.”

Stuart smiled at Jane. “Hi, I’m Stuart. Thanks for helping out.”

Jane beamed, obviously happy to discard the stalker scenario she’d suggested earlier.

“Please come in. Let me check him over quickly.” He shut the front door and headed toward the back of the house. “Come back here. I have a room set up for the animals.”

Ninna followed, amazed at the dogs bouncing around them. One had only three legs but it didn’t appear to notice. A big Doberman was missing an ear, had a stumpy tail and his muzzle was scarred.

Ninna also noticed, but ignored, the basset hound.

She avoided touching any of them, period. “You take in animals no one else wants, don’t you?” she asked.

He glanced back, as if surprised by her question. Then noticed the dogs. “Occasionally. If they aren’t going to be adopted out elsewhere, well… sometimes they need a break from the Center and I bring them home for a while.”

“But once you do, it has to be hard to take them back?” she said, knowing it would be hard on her.

Jane piped up. “I’m surprised you’re allowed this many in a private home.”

“I’m not, really. My brother is building me a house on some acreage outside of town. But it’ll be another month or two before I can move in. There will be lots of space for the animals there.”

He entered a room that looked identical to a modified examining room at the Center. Walking around a large table, he carefully lowered the kitten onto it. It took only a few minutes to check the little furry body over. “Good. I’ll give him some food and take him to his bed. He’ll be just fine.”

Stuart looked directly at Ninna, his gaze warming as he studied her. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have wanted to lose him here, not when the new house is almost ready.”

“He’s going to love that.”

Stuart grinned, his gaze taking in both women. “I don’t know about him, but I sure will.” He carried the kitten into the kitchen. Ninna, not sure what to do, followed. After he’d fed the kitten, he straightened. “Would you ladies like coffee? I’m sorry, I tend to focus on my four-legged friends and forget about the two-legged ones.” He said it in such a boyish way Ninna couldn’t help but be charmed.

“Thanks, I’d love one,” Jane said.

Ninna glanced at Jane in surprise. She never drank coffee, but the look she flashed back at Ninna warned her not to say anything. Ninna’s glance went from Jane to Stuart and back again. Jane was giving him her best look-at-me-because-I’m-cute look. If it worked, fine. Any guy who fell for that kind of stupid stunt wasn’t someone Ninna wanted for herself anyway.

Stuart didn’t appear to notice Jane’s attention-getting attempts. Bonus point in his favor. He turned and puttered around the gourmet kitchen. He seemed quite at home there.

“This is a great kitchen.” Ninna studied the huge white oak cabinets. “Do you cook?”

“Sometimes. Being a bachelor, it is either learn to cook or live on take-out food.” He shrugged. “So I learned.” He flashed that shy grin Ninna’s way and damned if her heart didn’t go bump. “How about you?” he asked her.

Jane jumped in. “This kitchen is a dream. I love to cook, but I don’t have anything as nice as this to cook in.”

Ninna rolled her eyes. Talk about a misleading statement. Jane lived in a classy penthouse with the most beautiful gourmet kitchen Ninna had ever seen. Jane also couldn’t cook worth a damn.

Ninna, on the other hand, loved to bake. Not that she should be doing any of that with her diet plans. She was a fair cook, but simple stuff, nothing fancy.

Several of the dogs moved through the kitchen. Ninna stiffened as the floppy basset hound entered. He looked just like the one from the Center. She eyed him carefully, but he ignored her to sniff the little kitten. The other dogs didn’t appear to care. There was no fighting between the animals. All were well mannered.

“What about you, Ninna? Do you cook?”

She flushed, having been sidelined by the arrival of the basset hound. “I love to bake,” she offered shyly.

–Cookies? I love cookies.

Ninna’s gaze widened at the same damn voice. She glanced at the talking dog, realized it was staring at her, and hurriedly looked away. “I love to bake breads, actually. I don’t bake many cakes or cookies.”

–Pity. “Not likely,” she muttered softly.

–Hah, there you are. So glad you’ve decided to get over your snit and talk to me.

Against her better judgement, Ninna turned to look at the dog. His tongue lolled off to one side, as he panted deeply.

–I love cookies.

“You look it,” she snapped, glaring at his rotund body. She turned her back on him. Both Stuart and Jane looked at her in astonishment. Oh, shit.

Embarrassed, she weakly tried to explain her outburst using old excuses she’d practiced years ago, “Sorry, I was replaying a conversation in my mind that hadn’t gone so well yesterday. I guess I wish I’d said more than I did.” Knowing her face was probably shining like a kid’s hot pink glow stick, she mumbled, “It’s time to head home. No time for coffee, sorry. Glad the kitten is going to be fine.” She turned and raced to the front door.

God, how could she have done that?

She was such a loser.
Dale Mayer. It’s a Dog’s Life (Kindle Locations 346-402). Valley Publishing.

Stuart doesn’t seem to mind and when her co-workers bring their pets for a check-up day, Ninna debates whether or not she wants a pet. This leads to an interest development between her and Stuart.

A short fun read with a touch of suspense, a surprise or two and some heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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Baylor – SEALs of Honor Book 26 By Dale Mayer


Baylor
SEALs of Honor Book 26
By
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Dale Mayer

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When a yacht crashes into a tanker out in the ocean, it seems to be an unfortunate accident. Yet a gunman is spotted on the yacht just before the crash. What adds to the problem is that the yacht is owned by a US governor out on a holiday with his wife and daughter—and that no bodies were found at the crash site.

Gizella wakes up from the pirate attack on the yacht to find her father injured and her mother in equally bad shape. They are prisoners with no escape in sight. What was supposed to be a trip of joy and hope has ended in devastation. Even worse, an argument is brewing between her kidnappers, with her as the prize.

Baylor manages to whisk her away in the middle of the night, but she’s not out of danger yet. And if he can’t find the kidnappers, maybe never …

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I always get a kick out of Mason and his uncanny senses, but with this one the coincidences are rampant. Especially as Mason is challenged by Baylor. They couldn’t know their next mission would be someone Baylor had met before.

It’s Baylor who finds the notebook with the surprising sketch of one of the attackers and a the notation Help Baylor. I think I might have giggled at that. Since Baylor does remember when he met Gizella and also that she never called, but then neither did he.

This is a favorite scene.

“Something else is going on here. I just don’t know what. And I don’t like anything that doesn’t follow normal logic,” she said.

“Wouldn’t the military come after us?” Gizella asked her dad.

“Absolutely, and I’m wondering if that’s why the kidnappers are doing all these evasive tactics, in order to avoid getting caught.”

“Well, of course they’ll do something to evade their own capture,” she said, “but surely the US can find their way through all those little tricks, can’t they?”

“Well, we’ll have to believe that they can,” he said. Then he looked at his daughter with a smile. “Just look at you, Gizella. It’s so good to have you here with us.” Then he stopped, closing his eyes and shaking his head, as if wondering at his words. “Man,” he said, “I’m so sorry I said that.”

“It’s all right, Dad,” she said, recognizing the politician smarminess and the words that fell glibly off his lips but didn’t reflect the inner person. “I know you would rather I was somewhere else just now.”

“I really would,” he said. “This could get rough.”

She wanted to point out that, if that were so, it would contradict what he had just been saying, but there was no point in mentioning that because he didn’t know what would happen any more than the rest of them did. All she could do was hope that somebody was coming for them. “It should be Navy SEALs,” she said suddenly.

“And they will be called,” he said. “But?”

“No buts,” she said, nodding slowly. “I did know one,” she mentioned. “His name was Baylor. I met him at a port one day.” Her mother looked at her askance. Gizella just smiled and laughed. “Nothing happened,” she said. “He was just a really nice guy, and we enjoyed the evening together.”

“Well, maybe it’ll be him,” her mother said.

“Not likely,” her father answered. “There are thousands of Navy SEALs.”

“I only know that much from the guys in the group he was hanging out with. They were all SEALs, and somebody was blabbing about it, even though the others were trying to shut him down.”

“Yeah, they don’t tend to advertise the fact.”

“No, I don’t imagine they do,” she said, remembering the guy with a laugh. “I haven’t thought of him in years. It was in Coronado. Remember when I went down there with Julie, one of my college friends?”

“Of course Julie took you down there,” her mother said in exasperation. “That’s such a Julie place.”

“Julie did like to have a lot of fun,” Gizella admitted. “But she was harmless in her fun, and she never did heavy drugs or got all crazy. She did like her guys though.” But that was hardly a crime in this day and age.

Just then came a shout from up above. Men came scrambling down; two of them with guns stood at each side of the door, guarding them.

She looked at her parents. “Well, this sounds like progress,” she said.

“How do you figure that?” her dad asked.

“Anything that hurts them,” she said, “is bound to be good for us.”

He looked at her, then smiled and said, “You’re right. This could be a good development.”

“Or it could be the end,” her mom said fearfully.

“Not likely,” he said, in a reassuring tone of voice. “Just give it a few minutes.” At that, they all settled back again and waited.

Gizella studied the two gunmen, committing their faces to memory. Then she smiled and said, “Did the Navy SEALs get here?”

One of their guards looked at her in surprise, then shook his head and said, “No, of course not. They don’t care.”

“Don’t care or don’t know?”

“Either way,” he said, “they’re not coming after you.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because nobody knows where you are,” he said, with a bright smile. But no maliciousness was behind it.

She nodded. “You mean, you hope they don’t know where we are.”

At that, shots rang out on board, and then it went silent. The guard stared fearfully up above.

She whispered, “You should go find out what’s going on, before you get pinned down here, and they sink us.” He looked at her in surprise, but she saw his fear growing in his expression. She nodded encouragingly. “Go check it out at least.”

Casually he rounded the corner of the doorway, and just then a shot rang out. She watched in horror as the back of his head exploded, and he collapsed. Soon enough, two men hopped down, both of them with face masks, dressed in black, their weapons at the ready. They completely searched the area before coming back to them. One of them looked at her and frowned. “Gizella?”

She nodded, then quickly stood.

“Seriously, it’s you, isn’t it?”

She looked at his profile and said, “Hey, Baylor. Am I ever glad to see you!”

“Glad to see me?” he said in a dry low whisper. “You never called.”

She gave him a wry smile. “Believe me, I regret that right now.” It would be him standing right here in front of her. She sagged a bit and said, “My parents need help.”

“No problem,” he said. “I’ve got somebody here who’ll give you a hand. Just hang on a minute. We’ve still got to make sure the boat is secured.”

She turned to her father. “Looks like the SEALs came after all.”

He stared at her in shock, then looked after the man who just disappeared and asked, “Seriously? You know him?”

“It’s Baylor.”

“How can you tell?” her mother asked. “You can’t see anything for all the gear they’re wearing.”

“I just can,” she said, without saying anything further, because how did you explain about how that profile, that stance, that tilt of his shoulders was so recognizable? It was more than just her artistic nature at work. She’d been so damn attracted to him back then. He’d been pushing for more, but she hadn’t been ready. Afterward she had been afraid he’d gone on a mission, and she had no clue what had happened after that.
Dale Mayer. Baylor (Kindle Locations 439-489). Valley Publishing.

Things get really crazy during this rescue as her father is shot. Now with her father in the hospital her mother at his side, Baylor is assigned to keep Gizella safe.

I loved the interactions between him and Gizella, and truly began to wonder if they would actually get together. Hudson, the other bachelor on this team is one of the first to notice the chemistry between them.

This one will keep you on your toes as the Team looks for the kidnappers and the reason behind it all. I truly didn’t see any of this stuff coming.

Action, suspense, interesting revelations and that simmer to sizzle relationship Dale does so well.

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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Lifeless in the Lilies – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 12 by Dale Mayer


Lifeless in the Lilies
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 12
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Dale Mayer

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Riches to rags. …
Chaos calms. …
Suddenly it’s quiet. …
Too quiet if Doreen’s involved!

What was supposed to be a leisurely stroll through a peaceful cemetery after a recent funeral turns into the start of a new case. Someone clobbers Doreen over the head and leaves her facedown among the funeral flowers.

Is it random violence?
Revenge?
A warning of worse to come?

No one knows, not even Doreen, but one thing is certain: the attack enabled the disappearance—perhaps the abduction?—of Doreen’s beloved African gray parrot, Thaddeus. Frantic, Doreen foregoes a trip to the emergency room in favor of heading straight home, where she hopes Thaddeus will return sooner rather than later.

But when he does, the bird sports an SOS message fastened around his ankle, leading Doreen to a odd corner of town and a curious little boy who know one will talk about.

Now someone is leaving threats on Doreen’s doorstep and then delivering threats in person …

Between birds and boys and Corporal Mack Moreau’s brother, the lawyer looking into her divorce situation, Doreen has her hands full. And that’s before her former lawyer shows up unexpectedly at her home! Off-balance by all these events, Doreen opens her door to someone with a serious grudge to take her down …

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As this book opens, Nan and Doreen are attending Rosie’s funeral, as it ends, Doreen feels the need to reflect on that case which took so many lives. After replacing a lily she picked up to smell, she’s straightening up sensing someone approaching. Then she’s out cold.

When Nan can’t reach her, Mack finds she’s not home, her car’s not there either. He takes Thaddeus, Goliath and Mugs to the cemetery where he sees her car, but not her. It’s Mugs who finds her unconscious, quickly joined by Goliath but Thaddeus wanders off. Now Doreen is prickly at the best of times, but injured and learning Thaddeus is missing just makes her more so.

Mack isn’t taking no for an answer, she’s going to the hospital to be checked out and he will take care of Goliath and Mugs. Everyone else will be looking for Thaddeus.

Thaddeus does however manage to find his way home, but not without Doreen assuming he needs rescue from the log he’s riding down the river. Of course she ends up in the river much to Mack’s dismay.

She’s also hoping to delay the meeting with Mack’s brother who’s now her lawyer. Mack isn’t going to let that happen though and the beginning of this meeting is downright hilarious.

This is a favorite scene.

Doreen couldn’t stop glaring at him. Finally Mack sat her down in the living room and told her in a sharp tone, “Be nice.”

She upped the wattage of her glare and shoved her chin even higher. He shook his head and shook his finger in her face. She wanted to reach out and snap it off.

“No, I did not set you up,” he said. “No, I did not trick you either. And, yes, you need to deal with this.”

She gasped. “I was dealing with it.”

“Ignoring the whole thing is not dealing with it,” he thundered.

That shut her up, but she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to glare harder, but she’d reached her limit. When she heard an odd sound, she shifted her gaze. Looking over, she saw Mack’s brother leaning against the front doorjamb. He wore a huge grin on his face, and his shoulders were quaking. She gasped and jumped to her feet. “Are you laughing at me?” she cried out.

He immediately wiped the smile off his face, but he couldn’t hold it and started to laugh again. “No. I’m definitely not laughing at you,” he choked out, “but I am absolutely loving the interaction between you and Mack.”

She frowned. “What has that got to do with anything?”

“Everything,” he said, with a gentle smile. He stepped forward into the living room, then stopped, and, in the softest voice she could imagine from a guy his size, he asked, “May I come in?”

She frowned and then nodded grudgingly. “You’re already here, so you might as well.”

“Oh, gee, how very polite,” Mack said. “You might remember that he is my brother and that you do owe him at least some respect.”

She crossed her arms over her chest again and said, “Fine, but remember. I’ll be true to myself and not to you.”

He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, “What on earth does that mean?”

“It means that I’m no longer listening to what men like you say.”

His eyes snapped open, and he glared at her. In an ominous voice, he said, “Men like me?”

She shoved her hands on her hips and went up on her tiptoes, so she could be a little closer to looking him in the eye. But she had failed miserably and couldn’t even reach his chin. “Okay, men like my ex.”

“Surely you’re not lumping me in with him?”

“Fine.” She raised both hands in surrender. “Of course not,” she said, “but I spent an entire lifetime of marriage being told what to do and how to act.”

“Being polite to somebody who’s gone out of their way to help you is just being a decent person,” he said, obviously striving to keep his temper under control.

She sighed, her shoulders sagging, as the stuffing went out of her. “Fine,” she said. Then she looked at Nick and said, “You’ve apparently caught me at a bad time. I apologize for being impolite.”

At that, Nick burst out laughing. “Nope,” he said, “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” She narrowed her gaze as he held up a hand. “I’m not Mack, and I’m not your husband. I am simply someone who might be able to help you.”

“Lots of people have helped me in the last few weeks,” she said, clearly trying to be more gracious. “It would be very nice if you could too.”

“I’ll take that as an olive branch,” Nick said. “Now Mack said you make great coffee.” She stared at Nick in shock, then turned to Mack and said, “I make what?”

He sighed. “You do make great coffee now.”

She rolled her eyes at him, as she stormed into the kitchen. “Meaning, after you taught me.”

“Hey, everybody has to learn from somebody. No reason not to have learned from me.”

She groaned, then stepped back into the living room with a glass of water and said, “You can come through to the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” Nick said in that same gentle voice.

“How come you guys come so big?” she complained.

“We’re a matched set,” Nick said, “with two years between us.”

“Are you older or younger than Mack?” She held up her hand. “No, wait. I already know you’re younger.”

“Why would you say he’s younger?” Mack asked in surprise.

She glared at him. “You are far too dominating to let anybody be older than you.” And, on that note, she turned and huffed off into the kitchen. She heard them talking in the background and knew that they were probably laughing at her again. She honestly didn’t have a reason for being so upset, except that she had thought that she could get out of this. She knew she was being difficult, but there was just something about seeing Nick all of a sudden like that, without warning …

Joining them, she looked over at Mack and said, “You know we don’t have time for this now.”

His eyebrows shot up. “We have to make time for this.”

She turned to Nick. “We do have a rather important case to be working on.”

Nick looked at her in delight. “That’s wonderful,” he said. “What’s it about?”

At that, Mack stepped in. “There is absolutely no end to this discussion,” he said, “so we’re not even starting down that path.”

She glared at him. “It involves me, so that makes it important.” Just then, Thaddeus, as if awakened, came from where he’d been sleeping in the kitchen, flying right toward her. When he saw Nick, he stopped, landing on the ground. He looked up at Mack, then at Nick. “Big guy, big guy.”

She chuckled, then bent down and scooped him up, putting him on her shoulder. “Thaddeus, this is Nick, Mack’s brother.”

“Nick,” he said. “Nick.” And then he reached out a foot, as if to shake his hand.

In absolute delight, Nick gently touched his finger to the bird’s foot. “Hi, Thaddeus. Nice to meet you.”

Thaddeus immediately bounced his head up and down, up and down, up and down. “Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.”

Nick chuckled. “He’s quite the character.”

“He is, and he disappeared yesterday for a few hours and came back with a message on his ankle, which was a cry for help,” she said quietly. “So we’re supposed to be”— and she turned to glare at Mack—“ looking for this person.”

Almost defensively Mack said, “Remember? There’s a whole team in my office.” S

he nodded. “But I bet they haven’t done anything about it, have they?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “but we have to trust them to do their jobs.”

“What if the person is dead?”

He thrust his chin toward her. “If they’re dead already, we can do nothing to help them, so we’ve got some time.”

She rolled her eyes. “What if they’re dying? What if they’re gasping for their last breath, just waiting for us to come rescue them?”

“Since we don’t know where they are, that’ll hardly be helpful,” he growled.

She knew she was being ornery again, and it was only the good manners she’d been raised with that slowly pulled some of the stiffness out of her response as she turned to Nick. “Well, we don’t need to air our dirty laundry in front of you.”

“Hey, the fact that you even have dirty laundry is interesting,” he said, waving his hand at her. “Too bad none of this is related to your husband.”

“I only wish nothing were related to that man,” she said, with an eye roll. “I don’t know how much Mack has told you, but he isn’t a very nice man.”

“I’ve learned quite a bit about him in the meantime,” Nick said. “I have to investigate each person before we can make any decisions on what to do.”

“I don’t even have any money to pay you, so I have no business talking to you about it in the first place,” she said. “Lawyers are expensive, and this conversation has got to be costing somebody hundreds.” She stopped, looked at him, and said, “But not me, right?”

At that, he laughed out loud. “No, not you. I’m not charging you for this conversation.”

“Oh, good,” she said, “because otherwise the door is right there. I’ve got no money,” she said. “And, if your brother doesn’t stop drinking all my coffee, I won’t be able to have coffee for myself, much less anyone else.”

“Oh, for the love of Jesus!”

She turned and glared at Mack, as he raised his hands in frustration.

“Yes, I know Thaddeus is listening.”

She nodded. “And you’ve already taught him enough bad language, thank you.” Again Nick burst out laughing. She sniffed, turned, and said, “The coffee is ready.”
Dale Mayer. Lifeless in the Lilies (Kindle Locations 1050-1121). Valley Publishing.

Nick outlines what he’s already done and what he intends to do on her behalf, all she has to do is sign the paperwork. Which she eventually does, then she and Mack head to the station to look at some stills from the cemetery security cameras. What she finds surprises her, but also makes her realize that not only is she in danger but her friends may be as well.

The note they found on Thaddeus’ leg also brings surprises as they investigate further into where Thaddeus had wandered. People from Doreen’s past also start popping up, making her very worried for Mack’s brother.

I love these stories, trouble just finds Doreen even when she’s not looking. The arguments she has with Mack are hysterical in that they sound like an old married couple. Seems everyone realizes there’s something there except them. Of course she’s still not divorced so we can’t expect more than friendship between them yet.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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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Shane – The Mavericks Book 12 by Dale Mayer


What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks
A covert black ops team that steps up
and breaks all the rules …
but gets the job done.

Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

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The Mavericks Book 12
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USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Her kidnappers demanded Shane arrive. Finding out his best friend was held as a pawn just pissed him off. Finding out rescuing her was a test made him seriously angry. He hates being used. These men mean business though, as Shane finds a body count too high for comfort.

Shelly knew Shane would come for her. No way he wouldn’t. She was lucky to have Shane there for her, especially when learning a second woman had been kidnapped and held for over six months. The simple rescue of Shelly turns into something more to find this second woman.

But is there one killer boss out there or two? As the pair try to secure their own freedom, it gets even murkier, until finding a way through is paramount. Otherwise no one gets a happy ending.

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When Shane gets the call for his assignment he is shocked to find out his best friend Shelly is involved. She always did find trouble though, but this is different, they want Shane. His partner for this is one of his Navy buddies Diesel. There were a couple of twists when they got her out, but the ‘fun’ was just the beginning. Once Shelly’s checked out they take a cab to her apartment to grab some stuff for her. There’s no way they are staying there until the kidnappers are all captured and this is done. An interesting turn of events when the cab and driver were switched and Shelly is almost taken again. She got away and Shane got the driver before he could do anything else. I loved the aftermath of this though, Shelly is quite outspoken and independent.

This is a favorite scene.

Shane glared at her from outside the cab. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

“Improvising,” she said, with a shrug. Diesel laughed. She looked at him and said, “At least one of you has a sense of humor.”

“Well,” Diesel said, “if you were mine, I’d have turned you over my knee and gave you a spanking.”

She looked at him, shocked. “Damn good thing I’m not then,” she said in an ominous tone, “because anybody who thinks that’s a good idea won’t do well with me.”

“I was kidding,” Diesel said, “but you had to know Shane would be unhappy about what you just did.”

“Why?” she said. “At least we’re not all locked inside a damn taxi right now, being taken to God-only-knows where,” she said. “In case nobody noticed, I’m a little tired of being ordered around today.”

“Got it,” he said, with a smile, and she glared at him suspiciously. He just turned and motioned toward Shane, who stood there still glaring at her, his hands on his hips.

She hopped out of the cab and immediately put her hands on her own hips, imitating his posture perfectly. “Come on. You know I won’t be the one who sits there and follows orders,” she complained.

Rolling his eyes, Shane pinched the bridge of his nose. “You could at least try not to get yourself killed.”

“Well, obviously you guys wouldn’t be any help,” she said. “What was I supposed to do?”

He stared at her, shaking his head. “You never change, do you?”

“Am I supposed to?” she asked, and he heard a little bit of insecurity in her voice. He sighed, then opened his arms, and she ran into them. He closed them around her immediately and held her tight. “You always got into trouble at every turn.”

“I also get out of trouble, thank you very much,” she said.

“You’re also damned lucky sometimes.”

“Well, obviously I picked a time when I knew his hands would be busy,” she said. “You should be nice to me, since I did get us out of that ugly situation.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “I’m really happy about it. Now, do you think you can stay out of trouble long enough to let us check this guy over and make sure he doesn’t pull something else?”

“Not to worry,” Diesel said. “I just patted him down. No ID on him. Lots of cash in his back pocket, but, other than that, there’s nothing.”

“Anything in the cab?”

“No registration papers and the license plate doesn’t belong on it either.”

“Figures.”

In the meantime, the cops finally arrived, as the traffic had slowly been going around them, but they were definitely a hazard. When they tried to explain what had happened, they just looked at him in shock. “What?”

Then she said, “We were the ones in that office-building-hostage thing that just happened,” she said, the words all tumbling out.

Shane pulled her back into his arms, held her close, and said, “Just stay calm.” Then he explained everything to the officer, who just shook his head.

“Jesus,” he said, “can you guys just get to the hotel and stay out of trouble?”

“Maybe,” she said, lifting her head away from Shane’s chest. “Will you provide any security to keep us out of trouble? We took a cab. That’s all we did. We took a cab to my place to pick up some clothes, and then we were supposed to go back to the hotel. That’s it,” she said. “So how the hell is that our fault?”

Shane squeezed her shoulders and said, “Sorry, guys. She’s a little overwrought.”

The officer looked at her like she was a time bomb. She just rolled her eyes. Shane glared at her and said, “Calm down, would you please?”

She sighed, then slumped against him and nodded. “Okay, this is your show,” she said. “But you’ll have to get me something to eat soon.” She yawned and snuggled in close. He sighed and said, “Any chance you guys could give us a lift to the hotel? We stopped at her place to pick up a change of clothing, and the cab switched while we were inside. We said we’d be available to answer more questions, but we got held up.” He then provided the name of the SWAT leader from the telecom building task force.

Nodding, the officer said, “Come on. Get in the back of my cruiser here.” Shane led her to the police car, and the three of them piled into the back. She never said another word, until they were outside the hotel.

Looking up at the third-rate hotel, she smiled. “This is all you can afford, huh? I guess they don’t pay you that well for those missions.”

He just sighed, shaking his head. “We were trying to avoid calling any attention to ourselves. We’re not trying to impress anyone or to make a statement with our lodging choices anyway.”

She looked at him sideways. “Yeah, so how’s that working out for you?” At that, Diesel laughed and laughed. She glared at him. “What’s so funny now?”

“You two,” he said. “You’re really great together.”

“We’re not exactly together-together,” she said.

“He knows that,” Shane said. “He’s probably figuring out why we aren’t.”
Dale Mayer. Shane (Kindle Locations 523-565). Valley Publishing Ltd..

This is just the beginning as they realize the situation with Shelly was just a test. The man in charge wants Shane to get his daughter back, she’s been held captive for a long time. To add to this they’ve taken Shane’s sister and her family to ensure his cooperation.

What ensues is a battle of wits between Shane and Shelly with Diesel being amused by every exchange. Of course the severity of the situation is not one to make light of. Now they need to rescue both Shane’s family and the guy’s daughter.

A convoluted and twisted path to the end of all of this, including Shane maybe understanding that both he and Shelly want their relationship to go further.

Once again Dale has grabbed my attention from the first page and doesn’t let me go until I turn the final page.

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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