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Brody’s Beast – Terkel’s Team Book 7 by Dale Mayer


Brody’s Beast
Terkel’s Team Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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The journey back to consciousness hadn’t been fast or easy but, once awake, with weird images and voices in his head, Brody is all about getting back to the team and into the action. His senses are dulled, but, even then, he’s strong enough to know he has to leave the building where he’s been recuperating from the initial team accident. Not knowing any of the details doesn’t help, but it does mean trust is now the issue.

Clary came on board to help when Brody was lost on the ethers—and to help her sister, Cara, who had taken on more than she could handle with Rick’s care. And even though Clary had been forewarned as to how this type of connection could work, Clary didn’t expect it to work with her and her patient, Brody.

Having a healing pathway was one thing; … having a connection where you could hear thoughts, feel the same emotions, was quite another. And seeing how Brody fights to surmount the attacks on the team he loves so well only shows her how much more is possible—but not the event where she must test out her theory, … unless it’s to protect those she cares about.

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Brody is finally waking up. It’s been a long journey for him, and he doesn’t really understand that he’s been in a coma. The most severely affected member of the team, Cara had been helping but lost him in the ethers while helping Rick. It’s been very draining for both Terk and her so now her twin sister Clary is helping. While Cara is a nurse, Clary is a doctor, as such she’s been in charge of Brody’s care.

Now that he’s awake he wants to be with the rest of the team. He’s surprised when he realizes Clary is the woman with Charles from MI6. After being shot at on the way to the complex of warehouses, there’s more of a conversation. Clary is connected to Brody in the same way Cara is connected to Rick. The problem is Clary can’t be sure Brody feels the same way about her. She’s had to restrict him and he’s not taking that well.

Apparently, Brody has problems accepting that his energy isn’t up to par. Withdrawing just her energy from him leaves him drained and exhausted.

This is a favorite scene.

“Just a recon.” Damon hopped up and headed toward the rear door.

“Yes, but much more intense, and they’re using some kind of technology to see who and what is in here,” Wade said.

Immediately Brody felt an attack on his senses. He instinctively sent up a shield surrounding the entire group.

Terk looked over at him and nodded. “Just remember to conserve your energy.”

“I can sense that this is not the main attack,” Brody told them.

“This will be something else,” Terk confirmed. “I think more along the lines of trying to sort out where we are and how to get in,” he muttered.

“But we can’t take the chance of your being wrong either,” Brody noted.

“No, we sure can’t,” Terk murmured. “So, if you’ve got something to add, please do so.”

Brody frowned at that. “I’m done eating, so I’ll go and set up a camouflage on the building itself.” And, with that, he turned and walked away. Almost immediately he sensed somebody beside him and realized that— for all his previous efforts to stay separate, which ended earlier today— Clary was now in the face of danger and right beside him. “It’s probably not a good idea to have you with me.”

“Yeah, probably not,” she agreed, “but what the hell? … It seems like there’s no point in arguing about it right now. We need to fend this off together.”

He looked over at her in surprise. “Does that mean you won’t shut me down?”

“I haven’t shut you down yet,” she corrected. “Don’t give me a reason to, and I won’t have to.”

He frowned at that. “So I guess taking away my energy doesn’t constitute the same thing to you?” he asked curiously, as they walked through to the computer room, then on toward the bedrooms.

“Absolutely not,” she snapped, “because I didn’t take away your energy. All I did was take away my energy. I just separated myself.”

He nodded. “So you said before. I just didn’t realize how much of your energy it took to keep me functioning.”

“Of course you didn’t. You’re stubborn.” She said it in such a way that there was no judgment, more like just stating a fact.

He burst out laughing. “Well, I guess I should be grateful for small mercies that you kept me going this long.”

“Yes, you should,” she replied, emphasizing every word. “Gratitude doesn’t appear to be part of your makeup.” She was staring him down now.

He frowned at that. “Wow. That was a direct hit.”

“Not even close,” she said, “but you have a lot more of those coming.”

He looked at her sharply. “Have I been such an asshole that I deserve it?”

“Not at all, just … stubborn. And because you’re stubborn and obnoxious, you’re not doing as well as you could be.”

He groaned. “It’s been a shock to realize that I wasn’t doing nearly as well as I thought,” he admitted. “And your separating action was a very effective lesson that I’m very sorry I had to learn the hard way. Look. I’ve never relied on anyone else but me. I didn’t wait because I was really hoping I was doing better.”

“You’re doing pretty amazing,” she noted, “but you don’t have a whole lot of room for anyone else in your life. That is making it a lot harder for you to absorb energy efficiently. You are wasting too much energy by stressing over things that aren’t important.”

She needed him to understand the ramifications. “When you’re upset, you block me out, so we have to find other ways to get that energy into your system, which is making me work harder. It makes it more difficult on me than it should be.”

He stopped outside his bedroom. “Seriously?”

She nodded. “Yes, seriously! Because you’re so determined to keep me out, you’re inadvertently blocking the energy that you desperately need.” She shook her head. “Like I said, you’re stubborn. But I’ve been dealing with stubborn and cranky patients for a long time. So, as much as you’re trying to be unique and different, the first at the forefront,” she quipped, “you’re really not.” And, with that, she opened up the door to his bedroom and looked back at him.

“Shall we?”
Dale Mayer. Brody’s Beast (Kindle Locations 1786-1821). Valley Publishing Ltd..

As Brody gains more understanding of the connection between him and Clary, she also teaches him ways to strengthen his abilities. Although she knows it will take both of them when push comes to shove.

I loved the way this unfolds, there has been so much growth within this group. It’s heartwarming, scary, romantic and sizzling too.

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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Rhys – The K9 Files Book 17 by Dale Mayer


Rhys
The K9 Files Boo 17
By
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Dale Mayer

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Rhys hadn’t expected a trip to Cottage Grove, Oregon to start with a house being shot up with bullets. If it had stopped there it would have been manageable. A drive by shooting that the cops should be able to chase down. But nothing was easy in his world. And this case went to hell right from the beginning…

Taylor, an army vet herself was struggling to regain a normal life after she was injured by friendly fire in Iraq. Taking on a war dog appealed as it gave her a connection that they could both relate too, but she had to pass some kind of interview before she could keep Tallahassee. An interview with someone with a prosthetic just like hers. Only he was far more capable than she was.

Still that was the least of her worries as things go from bad to worse and she realizes these attacks were very personal… and very close to home…

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Rhys Gorman had some reservations about going after a War Dog, but the lure of a new prosthetic made by Kate makes it hard to resist. What he doesn’t expect to see as he pulls up across from the residence is a drive-by shooting.

Taylor more heard the shots but wasn’t sure they were shots. Her PTSD kicked in and now she isn’t at all sure what she heard. Her dog scratching at the door to come it snaps her out of it and when she lets him in, he does a search of the house before returning to her. Taylor doesn’t quite understand it, but she appreciates what the dog has done. She’s managed to fix a cup of tea and make her way to sit outside on the porch with the dog when Rhys pulls up in front of her house.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

She wanted to be healthy and whole; she wanted to see her way through all this, and yet all she saw was more nightmares, more pain, more intolerances that she struggled with, and how the hell was she supposed to find anything that made her happy about that? If only there was another answer, if only … she hadn’t gone to the military police to turn him in.

Was it his fault where she was at now? Not likely. But he was ultimately the start of all this. And that was something that she found almost impossible to deal with. As she sat here on the porch, a truck pulled up to the front of the house. Immediately the dog stood up and studied the approaching vehicle. When it parked, and the engine turned off, she wondered idly which neighbor was visiting her.

When the man stepped out, making absolutely no attempt to hide the prosthetic on his leg, she stared. And then her heart sank.

“Better not be coming here,” she muttered to herself.

Almost immediately the dog beside her growled.

She looked over at him. “Is that because of me or because of him?” she muttered to the dog.

The dog didn’t say anything but watched with a hawk’s eyes. As the man approached the small gate and unlocked it, stepping forward, he looked around carefully, catching sight of her. And then, with a nod, he called out, “Good afternoon.”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing good about it. I don’t know what you’re doing here or what business you think you have, but you’re not welcome.”

He stopped, stared, and then nodded. “And maybe that dog beside you has a different greeting for me.”

And, sure enough, she looked down to see the dog, his tail going like crazy, a whine starting to come out of the back of his throat.

The stranger entered the gate and slowly approached. “I mean you no harm.”

She looked from him to the dog, who was straining at his leash. Immediately the man held up his hand in some sort of a command, and the dog’s butt hit the porch floor, but it couldn’t stop wiggling with joy. And, with that reaction, she unhooked the leash. “Well, isn’t that just something?” Her heart sank, as she realized that this man had a claim to this dog that she could never hope to have.

The dog barreled toward him, jumping up on him, knocking him backward against the fence. Instead of being upset, the man just laughed, wrapped his arms around the dog, and held him close. At least as close as anybody could during such a wiggling embrace. When the dog finally got free again, he jumped down, doing zoomies all over the front yard.

She’d never seen him act like this before. Didn’t think it would ever happen again. It was such normal dog behavior that she was happy for him, but, at the same time, she was sad because she hadn’t given him that sense of confidence, that sense of freedom, to be who he needed to be. And yet here this stranger walked up, opened the gate, and there he was, giving her dog what he needed.

He looked at her slowly, took a couple steps forward, and asked, “May I come up?”

She stared at him resentfully and then shrugged. “You’re already in, so you might as well.”

He nodded and walked a few steps closer. “Thank you.”

“What for?” she asked suspiciously.

“For looking after Tallahassee here,” he replied.

“He’s your dog?” she asked.

Immediately he looked at her and shook his head. “No, but he was part of … a training unit that I worked with when I was in the navy.”

“Navy?” She frowned.

“I was part of a special unit that worked with dogs,” he added. “Tallahassee was one of them.”

“And how do you know his name? I’ve been calling him Fred.”

“Fred?” He shook his head, whistled, and called out, “Tallahassee, come.”

The dog immediately raced over and jumped up again.

At Rhys’s command, Tallahassee stopped jumping. Rhys turned toward her. “His name’s Tallahassee,” he repeated. “As you can see, he responds to it quite well.”

“Did you know he was here? Is that why you’ve come?” she asked suspiciously.

He immediately took a slow step back, as if realizing something in her world was flipping, and he understood that he was causing it.

She shook her head at the stranger’s retreat and his lack of an answer. “Why are you here?” she repeated, her heart in her throat at the thought of losing the dog. She could only take so many losses in life— although she’d been prepared to lose this dog if it didn’t work out for her, which was selfish on her part. She hadn’t in any way expected somebody else to show up with a prior claim. But, after what she’d seen, it was obvious this man definitely had a prior claim.

The man looked at her gently and said, “Before we discuss any of that, can you tell me if you’re okay?”

She looked at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“What I mean,” he stated, “is about whoever shot into your house. Did they hit anything? Are you hurt?”

She stared at him. “Shot?” Her voice was faint, her heart slamming against her chest.

The stranger’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded slowly. “You didn’t hear it?”

“I, … I did,” she confirmed, reaching a hand to her temple. She closed her eyes. “I just wasn’t sure if it was real or not.”

“You didn’t imagine it,” he declared, his voice harsh. “Somebody drove by and shot into your house multiple times.”
Dale Mayer. Rhys (Kindle Locations 183-228). Valley Publishing Ltd..

The realization that someone was shooting at her house, forces Taylor to focus on things she’d rather forget. Rhys isn’t going to leave until he’s sure she’s safe.

There’s much to uncover and evaluate as this tale unfolds and the relationship between Taylor and Rhys becomes more than just friendship.

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

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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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Aiden – The Mavericks Book 18 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:

Aiden
The Mavericks Book 18
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Dale Mayer

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Aiden has high hopes for his own mission, but Las Vegas and a woman accused of killing her own husband wasn’t it. Then he finds out it’s a special request from a man he’s long respected and that the woman in question was his cousin. Even more confusing is the series of other murders that, according to the local law enforcement, are linked to her as well.

Toby’s life has been one long nightmare, and, just when a light shines in to save her, and she hopes she will survive this after all, the cops decide she’s the one who murdered her husband. Hardly … but, if she’d had the guts and the lack of concern for spending the rest of her life in jail for getting justice, then she’d have done it.

But, as it was, if they can’t figure out who and what is going on, she’ll be spending her life in prison regardless. And that would be a shame, considering she’d just met Aiden, one of the most interesting men to cross her path. Now if only he’d been here years ago, before her world went off the rails …

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Aiden Bronte has had a couple of relaxing days and was able to visit with family. Now it’s his turn to a job for the Mavericks. His partner for this will be Mountain Bear Rode, the difference between most Maverick cases is that Corbin has no intel to provide. Mountain has that and he wants Aiden to hear it from his cousin.

Mountain’s cousin Toby has been charged with the murder of her husband, Moscow and the police are trying to pin more murders on her. Toby’s relationship with Moscow goes back to high school and now, years later, he came back. Toby really wanted nothing to do with him and told him so. However, he knew how close she was to his mentally disabled sister, Michelle and used threats against her to coerce Toby into marrying him.

Aiden and Mountain’s job will be to prove her innocence. Something that’s not going to be easy with her already charged and the police not looking at anything else. A big problem is more bodies are showing up and they want to charge Toby with those too.

Aiden and Mountain immediately hire her a lawyer, and start their own investigation. One that leads them to Moscow’s apartment. There are many surprises in store there as Aiden almost gets caught.

The three of them go back and empty out all the important things and then make arrangements to meet with the detective Corbin found for them.

This is a favorite scene.

Aiden hopped up, grabbed his keys, looked over at Mountain and Toby, and asked, “Are you coming?”

“Hell yes.” She smiled. “You won’t keep me away from this one.”

Mountain nodded. “Absolutely. Never know when this will blow up, get even worse for Toby.”

“We’ve got to get Toby out of this murder rap, safe and sound, and have the charges dropped,” Aiden said, staring at Toby as he spoke. “But Mountain and I both know you won’t have a life, Toby, particularly here, if we don’t get the killer.” He looked at her and nodded. “Let’s go.”

Mountain took care of transferring the files and the gun into the vehicle.

Aiden wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked out with her, nuzzling her neck for the first time.

“Is that just for appearances?” she asked.

“In what way?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Ah, so you think somebody out here will be watching this?”

“I’ll always assume somebody’s watching you,” he confirmed, with a smile. “The trick is to not let anybody else know that you know that.”

She shook her head. “Everything is some sort of joke to you.”

“None of this is a joke.” He turned her face to look at him. “But I want people to know that you aren’t alone and that you do have friends, who will help to look after you.”

“And I appreciate that,” she replied. “It never occurred to me how alone anybody could feel, until something like this happens, and it’s like all the rats desert the ship.”

“That’s another reason why I was wondering if you were really dedicated to staying here,” he added, “because a whole wide world is out there. You wouldn’t have to be looking at those stares from everybody who may be wondering if you really did kill your husband.”

“God, they will be saying and thinking that, won’t they?”

“Probably for quite a while. At least until the court case, whenever we get this guy who is killing these people.”

“And yet my cousin has to leave soon.”

“Mountain has to leave as soon as he gets the call. But I’m not sure when that’ll be just yet, and we won’t have a whole lot of notice.” “And then you’ll leave too, won’t you?” An odd tone filled her voice. They were almost at the vehicle. With Mountain loading the boxes, Aiden turned her in his arms and said, “I’m here for as long as I’m needed.”

“And then you’ll leave,” she said, with a definitive nod. “Got it.”

He looked at her with a quirk of his lips and added, “Unless something keeps me here.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, gee, I wonder what that would be.”

“A friend,” he replied, tossing her another cheeky grin.

“Yeah. Like I have so many of those.”

“You have me,” he said. “You have your cousin.” She nodded. “And I can’t mistake that because you guys have been a godsend so far. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if we hadn’t found all that blackmail stuff.”

“None of it is for sure yet either, remember? And, if anybody is watching, let’s give them a real good snapshot moment.”

He drew her into his arms unprotestingly and kissed her gently at first, but her reaction surprised him. And when she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, he was caught by the surge of passion that overtook them both. When he finally pulled back, he was breathing hard. He stared down at her. “Jesus, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Oh, you mean, it’s just you who gets to play make believe?” she teased, batting her eyes at him. Appearing completely unconcerned, she walked over to the vehicle and got in the front passenger’s side.

He stared at her and shook his head. “If that was acting, you’re a hell of an actress.”

“I am,” she stated, with a broad smile.

At that, Mountain chuckled. “You guys, I keep telling you that you’re perfect together.”

“You never once told me that,” she protested.

“I’ve been telling him, but he has this thing about you’re a part of my family and that he’s on a mission so …”

“All he’s been doing is pushing you as being a great choice,” she told Aiden, then added an eye roll. “It’s a little bit hard to handle, actually.”

“Why?” Aiden asked. “I am a good choice. But what are we choosing me for?”

“She shouldn’t be alone anymore,” Mountain declared in a strong voice.

“Jeez, now don’t you get started on it,” she complained. “All my girlfriends at work have been telling me that I need to hook up with somebody. And they didn’t even know about my relationship with Moscow.”

“Well, you certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable telling them about him, would you?” Aiden asked.

“No,” she agreed, “yet he was always around. Somehow they were jealous that I could nab him. They just didn’t understand that there was no nabbing. I was already caught. All I was trying to do was get free of that damn hook.”

“Well, you’re free now.”

“And the trouble with that is,” she added in a gloomy voice, “that’s exactly why everybody thinks I killed him.”

Aiden climbed into the driver’s seat, while Mountain took the back seat. When they got to the detective’s address, Aiden looked up at it and said, “Well, here goes nothing.”
Dale Mayer. Aiden (Kindle Locations 1818-1863). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Things start heating up in many ways from here. Aiden and Toby definitely have chemistry and that’s not going to be denied.

Plenty of intrigue, suspense, surprises, romance and some sizzle too.

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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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Scott’s Summit – Terkel’s Team Book 6 By Dale Mayer


Scott’s Summit
Terkel’s Team Book 6
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Dale Mayer

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Everyone has the right to make a mistake, … but the one Naira made isn’t one Scott can forgive. He wakes from a coma, sure that the ex-love of his life had been at his side, but finds no sign of her. When he does see her, he can’t get past a long-ago decision she’d made that tore them apart.

Naira had hoped that Scott would protest her decision way back when, but he didn’t say anything to stop her. Heartbroken, she went ahead with the business marriage to appease her father, which ends in divorce. When Terk called, she came running to Scott’s bedside, even knowing he’d hate to see her when he woke up. But she has always loved him and can only hope he might find his way back to her.

But finding his way back to the team is on his mind, with Naira second. Except that the operatives who took down his team initially are coming around and trying to pick off everyone left alive—and all the people they hold dear, … like Naira.

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Naira and Scott’s relationship was a very long time ago. They ended when Naira made the decision to marry for a business arrangement. At the time she hoped he would protest or at least give some indication that he cared for her. Now divorced, she hadn’t hesitated when Terk called that Scott needed her. She still loves him but is certain he doesn’t feel the same, although Terk assures her that isn’t the case.

When Scott wakes from the coma, he’s hungry and when Terk arrives with Naira he’s still eating, much to his nurse’s dismay. The thing is he doesn’t seem at all pleased to see Naira and tells her so. In his mind, marriage, regardless of the reason for it should be sacred. So even though Naira is free to begin a relationship, he doesn’t feel it should be with him.

Naira is ready to pack up and leave but Terk asks her to think about it before she does anything rash. She doesn’t get a chance though as she’s shot on her way into the hotel.

Scott rushes to the hospital against his nurse’s advice. He’s there every time she wakes and finally when she’s a bit better they start to talk.

This is the beginning of that conversation and a favorite scene.

“I’m here and can rest while you sleep, so I’m staying,” he argued. “So don’t waste your strength trying to stop me.”

She frowned and didn’t say anything. Shifting ever-so-slightly and wincing at the pain, she looked around the room. “Where’s Terk?”

“He’s gone back to your hotel room.” She looked up at Scott, and he just shrugged. “He needed a place to crash. Plus he wondered if somebody would try to access your room, in case they were looking for something.”

“So, he set himself up as bait?” she asked, her tone flat.

“Well, it’s hardly bait if he goes in prepared. He’s not alone either.”

“Good. He’s special.”

Scott nodded. Terk connected with people on a deeper level than most did. If Terk were asked about what that special something was, he’d say, What are you talking about? He affected people profoundly, and he didn’t even realize it. “Terk is special,” Scott added. “I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I’m sure he will,” she murmured. “He’s just that kind of guy.”

She looked over at him. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked quietly.

“You know what for,” she replied. And the moodiness to her tone had him groaning. “We should always communicate,” she said.

“Well, that went out the window when you got married.”

“When I got married at my father’s request, you mean?”

“Your father has always been a bit of a bastard and a manipulator too,” Scott murmured.

“Yet you and I both know that I owe him.”

“You don’t owe him shit,” Scott declared, with feeling. “He’s your father, so looking after you is what he should be doing, not you looking after him.”

“Well, it worked in a sense— to stabilize the company, I mean. Stocks were fine. He didn’t lose his shit, blah, blah, blah,” she stated.

“And your marriage?”

“Well, it was a mistake right from the beginning,” she admitted. “And I learned pretty quickly that my husband had no intention of honoring the vows. So, whatever.”

“Ah. … But, for you, it was a real marriage?”

“I was prepared to give it my all. We’d always been friends,” she noted. “So marriage didn’t seem like it was the worst idea in the world.”

“And now?”

“Now it seems like it was the worst idea in the world,” she admitted, “and I really don’t understand how I came to make that kind of a decision.”

“Neither do I.”

“I get that,” she said, looking over at him. “I get that you don’t understand, but it’s not as if we were a thing.”

“And here I thought we were a thing,” he muttered, surprised that she knew what he was thinking.

“Well, if we were,” she added, “you weren’t doing anything about it.”

“Let me ask you something,” he murmured, looking at her. “Did you?”

She stared at him, not comprehending for a moment. “Did I what?”

“Did you do anything to further our relationship?”

Naira flushed. “No. … I didn’t.”

“Neither of us did. We were walking this pathway, lurching along, as if somebody would do something about it, and neither of us did.”

“So why are you so angry at me then?” she murmured.

“Because I’d been planning on doing something about it,” he replied. “Just like I think, in your mind, you’d been planning on me doing something about it too.”

She sighed. “Maybe, but all you had to do was say, Don’t, and I wouldn’t have married him.”

He stopped and looked at her. “Seriously?” Scott shook his head. “Because hearing that right now sounds pretty shitty.”

“I mean it,” she said. “I was rather desperately hoping that you would stop me and would ask me to marry you instead or something. But you didn’t say anything, and I thought you looked like you were completely disinterested.”

“Well, the woman I loved had just told me that she was marrying somebody else, so what the hell did you expect me to do?” He spoke with just enough bitterness that he realized just how much he was still affected by this one fateful event. He groaned. Why didn’t she just say all this before the wedding? “This is not a discussion we should be having right now. You need to focus on healing.”

She laughed and then cried out at the pain. “God,” she said, as she gasped. “Pretty sure I told you that yesterday.”

“Pretty sure I told you the day before too,” he noted cheerfully.

She stared at him. “I’ve lost that much time?”

“Yes, but you also gained an awful lot more,” he reminded her. “You’re alive, so stay focused on what’s important.” He got up, used the washroom; when he came back, she remained in the same position. “Do you need anything?” he asked her.

“Well, a new life would be good,” she stated. “Apparently I blew up the one that I had.”

“I don’t think you’ve blown up anything,” Scott admitted, “but you made some choices that affect a lot of other people. So, if things weren’t exactly smooth, that could be why.”

“It feels like they’ll never get smooth again,” she said.

“Maybe not. No way to know.”

“You won’t make it easy on me either, will you?”

“Trust is harder,” he stated, “particularly after it’s been broken.”

“I could say the same,” she replied. “I was pretty devastated when I told you, and you didn’t have anything to say about it.”

“It’s not as if you told me that you didn’t want to marry him or that you were looking for a way to get out of your father’s manipulations,” he murmured.

“No, but it never occurred to me that I needed to do that with you.”

“And it never occurred to you that you could just stand up to your father and tell him no?” He stared at her. “You came to me. Remember?” Scott said in disbelief. “You were the one sitting in front of me, telling me that you would marry somebody else.”

“Yes, I get that,” she snapped in a harsh voice. “Believe me. I’m still not even sure how I decided that was something I needed to do. But all it would have taken was one word from you.”

“And how much did you expect me to argue?” he asked. “Did you really think I would ask you to change your mind, when it was obvious you’d already made up your mind?”

“But I hadn’t made up my mind,” she argued, “and I think I was really just using that to help push you forward.” Her voice held a bitterness he wasn’t expecting.

“What do you mean?”

“I think I was trying to make you say it should be us instead, but, when you didn’t say anything, I realized that nobody gave a shit, so I might as well marry him after all,” she murmured. “So you see? It really did backfire on me.”
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Everything changes for them when Terk brings her back to her hotel. Before she makes it inside, she’s shot. Of course, Scott insists on going to the hospital even though he still isn’t fully recovered. He compromises by getting a cot in Naira’s room so he can rest when she does. Things are escalating on the outside though and there’s another attempt on Naira’s life.

With no other options, Terk brings both Scott and Naira to the compound. These two have much to work through and they both have to stop and listen to each other.

Plenty of tension in this one as there is more escalation from their opposition. They also need a plan to be on the offensive not strictly defensive.

Pieces are coming together slowly, and there’s both action and romance as they figure things out.

I can’t wait for the next book!

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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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Revenge in the Roses – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 18 by Dale Mayer


Revenge in the Roses
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 18
By
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Dale Mayer

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Riches to rags. …
Bullets start flying. …
Rage is rising, …
especially for some!

When the journey to Rosemoor for a celebratory evening turns deadly, Doreen’s life is flipped on her head. She can only watch in horror as Mack is shot right in front of her. Horrified, she vows to solve this case and fast, before the shooter realizes he failed and comes back for a second attempt.

Corporal Mack Moreau has been shot before, but this time it’s way worse because Doreen watched it all happen. Now she’s planning to catch the shooter before Mack even starts to heal. That’s not a good idea. She’s yet to consider that maybe the shooter wasn’t after Mack but really wanted to shoot her. After all, the cases she’s been involved in have created a whole new level of acquaintances in her life. How many of them are gunning for her?

But Doreen is not deterred, and, with her trusty team at her side, she’s determined to keep Mack safe by finding his shooter before he tries again.

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There was supposed to be a celebration but as Mac, Doreen and her pets Goliath, Mugs and Thaddeus approach Rosemoor, Mack is shot.

Confusion reigns for a bit and Doreen drops the animals off at home and heads to the hospital. Some of Mack’s co-workers and even the captain is already there. Of course, it’s not long before Nan and many of the Rosemoor residents add to the group waiting for word.

Then there’s the problem of getting Nan and the other Rosemoor folks back where they belong and also get Doreen home so she can rest. The captain takes Doreen home first and then heads to Rosemoor to make sure everyone made it back and also issue a warning.

Doreen realizes she accepted the ride home and now her car is at the hospital. She makes the decision to go to Nan’s hopefully to catch a ride to get her car with Darren or the captain. What she walks in on is hysterical.

This is a favorite scene.

Doreen hugged her grandmother back, then stepped over to the captain and whispered, “What’s going on?”

He gave her a wry look. “Did I look a little too relieved to see you?”

“Yeah, you did.” She shot him a suspicious look. “So I repeat. What’s going on?”

“Your grandmother is trying to rally the troops to solve Mack’s murder.”

“And I’m sure you’ve given her the official line?”

“I have.” Yet he looked haunted.

“And I presume they’re ignoring you, as usual.”

He nodded at that. “I don’t understand. Almost all the citizens in this town are completely law-abiding, So, if I say stop, they stop.”

The corner of her mouth kicked up. “But every one of these people is old enough to know what you looked like when you were running around in the buff and sucking on a binky. That does undermine your authority a little bit.”

His lips twitched and then twitched again, until he burst into loud guffaws. By the time he finally calmed down, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gave her a hug. “No wonder Mack likes you so much,” he said, with a grin. “I had not considered my reputation in that light.”

“No, but, once you hang around with these people long enough, you realize they respect very few things, and all of it has to do with what you’ve done in life. And their memories go waaay back.”

Still chuckling, he nodded. “So then maybe you tell them.”

“Meaning, they don’t see me still in diapers? You’re wrong. They do.” She sighed. “But, at the same time, they’ve also seen that I’ve done a few things to benefit them all, so that has held me in good stead. Plus Nan would not have them treat me otherwise.”

“You’re not kidding. They have more respect for you and Nan than they have for me.”

She smiled. “That’s because you still must be the bad guy sometimes. That’s not part of my job description.”

His lips twitched again. He nodded. “It’s up to you to get them all calmed down and to put them in their rightful place.”

“That’s the problem. They don’t go into the proper place,” she noted, with a sigh.

Overhearing that, Nan chuckled, turned to the crowd, and called out, “Let Doreen speak.”

Almost immediately the slamming of canes on the floor and the stamping of feet erupted, even if at an odd rhythm, as they moved and shuffled slowly to face Doreen. Then the chant rose. “Doreen, Doreen, Doreen.”

She looked around her, shook her head. “All right, guys, before you all have heart attacks, calm down.”

At that came muffled laughter. She looked around at Nan. “Do you have some folding chairs or a room with enough seats so that everyone can sit down?” And then came a collective sigh of relief.

Nan looked at the others and then slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh, I didn’t even think of that. See? That’s why Doreen’s here,” Nan told the crowd.

“Good thing,” called out one old guy, “because I’m about to collapse.”

Doreen motioned to the adjoining communal sitting area, where plenty of couches and chairs were. “Come on. Let’s all go over there, so everybody can sit down. Maybe we can get some pots of tea or something going?” she asked, looking at Nan. “You want to go work your wiles on the kitchen staff?”

Nan chuckled and disappeared, as the crowd slowly relocated, and Doreen shook her head at how slowly most of them made their way into the comfortable seating area. She looked over at the captain. “Are you coming with me?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled. “You already got them doing more than I could.”

“Did you try to get them to sit down?”

“No, I was hoping to get them to disperse.”

She chuckled. “Nope. You know the rule about raising horses and unruly kids? Or seniors in this case?”

He looked at her and asked, “Do you have either?”

At that, she burst out laughing. “Nope, I sure don’t, but the rule always is, make the right thing easy and make the wrong thing difficult.”

An odd look took over his face as the captain contemplated that. “You know something? I think that goes for any situation.”

“Yep, now stay close, while we figure this out. We must take the wind out of their sails, otherwise they’ll be all on a big rampage.”

Following the crowd, Doreen spotted Darren. She waved at him. “Darren, did you get an update from the hospital?”

He nodded and joined her and the captain. “Mack’s awake and doing well. He’s been admitted into a private room in the hospital. You’re still not allowed to go visit though, even during regular visiting hours.”

She frowned at him, wondering if that was said on purpose.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not me. The doctor wants to keep Mack quiet for the next little bit. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow morning you can see him.”

She nodded slowly. “That’ll be all the quiet Mack gets. After that, I’m breaking him out of there,” she announced.

The captain sighed heavily. “I’m sure glad you didn’t say that in front of this crowd.”

She looked over at him, startled, and then nodded. “Right. Believe me. I’d have an awful lot of breaker-outers with me.”

Now with everybody seated in a big circle, she stepped into the center and sat down. All the animals immediately arranged themselves around her. “I don’t know how much of the scenario you all have heard, so I’ll give you what I know, and then anybody here who has information to offer, please speak up.”

She quickly gave an accounting of the walk down from her house with Mack and the animals. Mugs lay at her feet, and his ears lifted when she mentioned his name. Thaddeus did the same, poking his head out of Doreen’s hair, and cried out, “Thaddeus is here. Thaddeus is here.”

Immediately everybody laughed and clapped. Goliath just gave them all one of those long blasé looks, stretched out flat, and let his tail twitch.

Doreen continued. “We came around the corner of Rosemoor, saw a vehicle parked opposite the front door. A man hopped out when he saw us, lifted his hands, and called out “Copper,” then said something about revenge is better cold and shot Mack, who was already in motion. I’m not exactly sure whether Mack was trying to knock me out of the way or was moving toward the shooter, but Mack took the bullet high in his chest, actually more of a shoulder shot, and collapsed into the rosebush.”

She took a few minutes to compose herself, as everybody gave sage nods. “I’ll keep the questions simple. Did anybody see that vehicle parked out front? Hands up.”

Nobody raised their hands.

She frowned at that. “Did anybody see the actual shooting take place? Hands up.”

Again everybody shook their head. Nobody put up their hands.

“Did anybody know that there would be any kind of altercation earlier this evening?” she asked the crowd.

At that, one tiny little bird of a woman poked up her hand.

Doreen looked at her, with a sinking heart. “Yes. … What information do you have?”

“My knees have been acting up. That only happens when bad things are about to happen,” she explained. “I just didn’t know it would be Mack who would get hurt. If I’d known”— she slowly stood, her head barely cresting above all the other people seated—“ I would have said something to him, but I didn’t know it would be him.”

At that, several other people laughed, and one nodded.

Doreen looked over at the nodding man. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what your name is,” Doreen began. “Have you seen this woman’s knees cause trouble before?”

“I don’t know that her knees cause trouble, but she has pointed out a few times when her knees have hurt, and bad things have happened.”

She stared at him for a moment. “Interesting. Okay. Besides that set of knees, does anybody else have anything to add about this?”

At that, several people put up their hands.

“Thank you for all being so mannerly.” She pointed to the one gentleman. “I think your name is Uriah?”

He nodded, seemingly pleased that she knew his name. “I want to know what we’ll do about it.” He then stood. “It’s one thing to get all the initial layout of the crime and then ask for answers, but do you have a plan yet?”

At the word yet, she realized just how much they were all counting on her. She looked over at the captain. “I’ll give you the official line,” the captain replied, his hands on his hips, as he turned and surveyed them all. “And you won’t like part of it.” At that, his words were met with jeers all around.

Doreen held up her hand. Instantly there was silence. At her side, the captain swore under his breath. She looked over at him, a question in her eyes.

He just shrugged. “They won’t do that for me,” he whispered.
Dale Mayer. Revenge in the Roses (Kindle Locations 278-357). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Not only does Doreen, get the Rosemoor folks to settle down, she assigns responsibilities much to the captain’s dismay.

Of course, Doreen isn’t staying out of it, and Mack’s brother Nick is now in town as well. Nick is quite amused by any and all interactions between Mack and Doreen.

This book is delightful, with plenty of twists and turns, laughter and more.

I really can’t wait for the next one!

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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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Quinton – Hathaway House Book 17 By Dale Mayer


Quinton
Hathaway House Book 17
By
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Quinton had been a patient at Hathaway House in its first year. When she finally healed enough to move on with her life, she went into law and plowed forward. However, plowing forward may not have been the best answer for her physical injuries. While visiting Stan at the center, she collapses on her way to her brother’s room, as he’s a patient here now. The collapse shows a long-term issue, now an acute problem. After talking to Dani and Shane, Quinton’s booked back into the center on a short-term basis.

Stan hurts for Quinton. She’s an old friend, and he’s watched her progress from his first year in business at Hathaway. He’d always had a crush on her but figured his window of opportunity had passed. Now with her once again as a patient, it feels like a second chance for a personal relationship, one he’s more than willing to take.

Between her brother—who’s not getting along at the center—and Quinton’s own struggles to get back on her feet, thankfully she also has Stan and other old friends around, as Quinton takes the steps necessary to put her life back on track … in all ways.

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Quinton is a now corporate attorney and stops by Hathaway House to have Stan sign some documents. She knows Stan and the others from her own time at Hathaway House years ago. Stan always wanted to get to know her better, but the timing never seemed right.

Her brother Ryatt is now a patient here and he’s having issue adjusting, at least she hopes that’s all it is. She stops by to see Dani before heading to see him, but before she gets very far, she collapses in pain.

Dani calls for assistance and with Shane’s help gets Quinton settled in a room. She doesn’t want to stay but there’s really no choice.

Her brother comes to see her, and she reassures him she’ll be fine. She does question whether or not he wants to be there. His attitude is affecting everyone trying to help him. He tries to divert her attention back to herself, but she refuses his help with her prosthetic and his offer to find Shane to help.

It’s Stan who comes to check on her and runs off to find Shane.

This is a favorite scene.

Quinton took one look at Stan and Shane, then frowned. “You know that, if I just lay here quiet for a bit, I could probably get it.”

“You could probably get it,” Shane agreed. “However, if you never ask for help, especially when you need it, then I foresee more than just physical problems here.”

That made Quinton immediately gear up the attorney side of her to argue with that assessment.

Shane raised one finger to shush her, then gently pushed her pant leg over the top of her prosthetic and asked, “Did you hurt this recently?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

He looked at it closely and raised one eyebrow. “The prosthetic could be part of your main problem.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the whole alignment is off,” he said, “not in a big way, just enough that your structural alignment would go out the window with it.” He quickly pushed the button to release the prosthetic then slowly rolled the sock down off her stump.

She cried out softly with relief. “Ah, that feels better.”

He looked at her stump and noted, “You realize you’ve got a really big blister back here too, don’t you?” He lifted the leg up and showed Stan a good two-inch-wide blister.

“It was getting sore, but I don’t know about a blister.”

“You’ve got a good one,” Stan said, looking at her. “It looks pretty nasty.” He took a picture of it on his cell phone and then held it out for her to see.

She stared at it in shock. “Where’d that come from?”

“Are you sure you didn’t fall or have in any way damaged the prosthetic that you remember?” Shane asked.

She shook her head. “Not that I remember, no.” And then she frowned. “Except I did fall down a couple risers on the stairs.”

Both men stared at her in shock.

She shrugged. “I didn’t really think anything of it. I mean, obviously it wasn’t a great moment. But I was alone, I hopped up, straightened up, and carried on.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“It was about …” She stopped, thought about it. “I don’t know, maybe four, five months. It wouldn’t be from that, would it?”

“It could easily have been that,” Shane stated, “particularly when this fall caused a small adjustment to your prosthetic. Then, over time, your body goes out of alignment. That would make it pretty easy to become an even bigger problem.”

“Well, in that case then,” she replied, “I guess I did this to myself.”

Shane stood at the end of her bed, his arms crossed over his chest. “So tell me honestly. What would you say your regular workday is like?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m trying to get a picture of a woman, who has a two-inch sore on her leg, who fell down the stairs, who got up, who didn’t think anything of it, who slowly put her own alignment out of whack, and who didn’t notice the increase in pain nor the decrease in movement.”

She stared at him, slowly understanding what he was getting at. A flush rose up her neck. “So what do you want me to say? Obviously I’m a person who’s not very aware,” she muttered.

“But why?” Shane asked gently.

She looked over at Stan, who still stood here beside them. “Probably,” she added carefully, “because I’m very busy.”

“As in too busy to look after yourself?” Shane asked.

She glared at him. “I think the answer to that is evident,” she snapped, mostly mad at herself. “I obviously haven’t been doing a good job, if that’s what you found. I still don’t understand how I could have walked around and not noticed that thing.”

“Yeah, me too. I know you have nerve damage on the back, but that’s a pretty major blister. And it is fresh,” he noted. “So it could have been just even part of today. Still, I’ve got nurses coming to draw some blood and to give you some muscle relaxants. We’re going to run a bunch of tests, take X-rays tomorrow, and just see where you’re at. For tonight,” he added, “I suggest you eat, relax, and try to sleep if you can. A set of pajamas are in the bathroom for you. I think an extra set of comfy clothes are in the closet too. Call for a nurse to help you.”

She nodded slowly but was obviously pretty distressed by the whole thing.

Shane reached down, gently patted her good leg, and smiled. “We’ll look at it all tomorrow. It’ll be a whole new day. So get some rest, and we’ll see how we can fix you up, after we get more info. And, if you need something more, like heavy-duty painkillers, let me know immediately. Don’t put that off either.”

Stan leaned over, gave her a quick hug. “I’ll be back later to see if you are awake enough for dinner.” And he walked out behind Shane.
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When Quinton realizes what’s gone wrong, she knows she’ll need to stay until things are right again. However, her bosses aren’t quite so understanding.

Stan uses this time to try to get closer to her and they both seem to have issues getting it right.

This is yet another heartwarming story, with struggles to find their way to both health and happiness.

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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Carson’s Choice – Heroes for Hire Book 28 by Dale Mayer


Carson’s Choice
Heroes for Hire Book 28
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Carson is pleasantly surprised by the job Levi assigns him, until Carson hears all the details. An elderly friend of Ice’s believes someone is out to kill her. But she has no proof, no suspects, no motives. The police think she’s imagining things and won’t look into the case any further. However, after meeting this lady … and her granddaughter, Carson has his own suspicions.

Eva doesn’t want Carson in the house. She doesn’t want anyone in the house, if she were honest. As an artist, she loves her space, her freedom, and especially her privacy. This man is a distraction and soon could become so much more—her muse. And that is dangerous on various levels.

But, if his presence saves her grandmother, then Eva will do anything to keep her safe even put up with the man that makes her feel things she had never expected.

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Like all the others before him, Carson is skeptical over the matchmaking that seems to happen, especially when Levi tells him he’s next. After all who is he going to fall for looking a threat to an elderly friend of Ice’s. He only has a week to figure this out and it’s going to be more difficult than he imagines.

Eva wants no one in her space at all. She’s an artist with her first show coming up and doesn’t want or need distractions. She does want her grandmother safe so she’s going to have to make some concessions.

Eva’s the one who answers the door when Carson arrives. She’s less than welcoming, in fact she’s downright rude. She doesn’t want anyone in her space especially not her studio. Although she does realize her grandmother’s safety is of the utmost importance.

This is a favorite scene.

There was only the one way up, so taking those stairs back down, he spied a door on one of the landings, built into the paneling. The job was so well done that most people wouldn’t know it was even here. He popped it open and stepped through, realizing that he’d come out on a landing that connected both staircases.

Now he made his way upstairs to the other section of the second floor, over the main part of the house. As he went down the hallway, he found yet another hidden door as well. Behind it were stairs going up to the third floor.

Shaking his head, he quickly went through the main portion of the second floor, finding guest bedrooms and what appeared to be Aida’s master bedroom.

He did a quick search, checking the windows and the doors and the overall security, then making sure that the room measurements actually lined up with the original blueprints in a way that made sense.

By the time he made his way to the third floor, he’d entered a completely different space— open and airy— and he knew that on this floor would be Eva’s studio. As he stepped forward, a door opened, and there she was, glaring at him.

He smiled gently and reminded her, “I’m only here to help.”

Her shoulders sagged, and she nodded. “Then you might as well come in, but, after you’ve seen it, I don’t want you back in here ever again.”

“If I don’t have to, I won’t,” he replied. As he stepped inside, his gaze was immediately drawn to several easels, but they were all covered up.

He nodded to himself, thinking about how private she must want to keep everything. Whether that was because of the show or because of a lack of confidence, he didn’t know. He quickly wandered through, inspecting all the windows, checking the locks and latches, and looking down from here. This floor was at least thirty or forty feet off the ground. He saw no ivy, no latticework. Basically no way to get up quietly. It would take a very large ladder to scale this height. Or a helicopter, which he dismissed due to the noise it would make.

As he worked his way through this suite, he checked out a bathroom and then found a connecting door, which must lead to her bedroom on the other side. “Do you use this entire top floor?”

She nodded, grudgingly. “A lounge is on the other side.”

“Your bedroom, correct?” She nodded. “I don’t have to check it right now. It can be put off to later. Is anybody else up here ever?”

“No, this is my home.”

He stopped, looked at her, and added, “I know you don’t want to answer this, but I need to know. Have you ever had a boyfriend or fiancé or anybody who’s been up here?”

“I do— or did, I should say. So of course he’s been here,” she snapped.

“Did he stay the night?”

“No, I respect my grandmother too much for that.”

He nodded. “But he did have access.”

“Well, yes, in the sense that I was here and that he would come up sometimes to see me.”

He nodded. “And does he have a key to the house?”

“No, he does not.” She stared at him.

And again he just nodded.

“Do most people hand out access to their homes?” she asked, puzzled.

“Mostly, no,” he replied, “but, in some cases— like for a fiancé— then sure. Some people also do it for convenience, so, if they’re away, and the plumber needs access, a family member or neighbor could let him in. You know? That sort of thing.”

She chewed on her bottom lip and shook her head. “I’ve never given anyone a key. To me, although it’s my home, it is still my grandmother’s house, so I would never take such a liberty.”

“Good for now. The fewer keys we must track down, the better.”

“Good luck with that.” Her gaze narrowed. “I know some keys went missing a while back.”

“What’s a while back? Like how long ago? Do you have any idea where they went?”

“No, I don’t know anything else about it.” She frowned. You must ask Grandma or Flora.”

“We’ll take a look at that,” he noted, “or else we’ll just get the locks changed.”

She winced at that. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Some of these locks are very, very old.”

“I’m sure they are,” he agreed calmly, “but we don’t want to give anybody easy access to you or your home.”

“I think if it were that easy,” she replied, “they would have already come in.”

“How do you know they haven’t?” he shot back.

She stared at him. He watched as fear remained on her expressive features.She added, “This house is so big, I wouldn’t know. One time a cleaning person was working here, and I had no idea she was even here, and she’d been around for about six days. So, when I crossed paths with her in the kitchen about midnight, I was pretty freaked out about it. That’s when we stopped having cleaning staff stay overnight.”

“I can see that happening,” Carson replied. “You have a ton of space here. And, even for the person working here, it would have taken them weeks to get a real feel of the layout.”

“Exactly. This happened years ago, when I was still dealing with the loss of my parents. So I didn’t handle it very well. It was like the boogeyman jumped up and surprised me.”

“That’s understandable,” he murmured, then turned and walked back to her door. With a final look around, he said, “Thank you for your time. I’ll leave you to work,” and he stepped out. Just then came a gong. When he looked back in at her, she smiled.

“That’s the dinner bell.”

“Oh, I guess that means I’ll see you downstairs then.”

At that, her phone buzzed. She groaned as she looked down.

“Problems?”

“No, I just asked Flora to text me whenever dinner was ready.”

“You need a text after that gong?”

“Sometimes, yes,” she murmured, “but I actually wanted the text in advance of the gong.” She smirked. “So I’d be ready, but I guess I should be happy I got a text at all.”

“How do you get on with Flora?”

“I guess that’s another part of your job, isn’t it?” she asked. “Do you really like to snoop into people’s lives?”

“Nope, I sure don’t,” he admitted, “but I really like saving them.”

At that, she shut up.
Dale Mayer. Carson’s Choice (Kindle Locations 404-458) Valley Publishing Ltd..

So many secrets these folks are keeping. I really gave Carson kudos for his patience with both Eva and Aida. The one thing he does set up quickly is getting equipment to search for devices and then planning out a new security system.

Stone and Flynn both come to assist, and even more things start coming to a head. They’re the ones to notice the attraction between Carson and Eva. I really got a kick out of the reactions.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue as this book heats up.

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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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Talking Bones – Psychic Visions Book 21 by Dale Mayer


Talking Bones
Psychic Visions Book 21
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Hiding out in the French Quarter of New Orleans only made sense for someone like Skylar Livingston. Owning a voodoo shop was just an added touch for fun. It also helped with her cover, plus gave space to the multitude of ghosts in her family. And her shop was close to the cemeteries, … a very necessary part of her … hobby.

Gage Hawkins was tracking his uncle’s last movements before his disappearance hunting a special set of tarot cards which led to Skylar’s shop, Talking Bones. After a bad head injury that brought weird sights into his view, Gage could see this Talking Bones place and Skylar were special. He could only hope she had answers because he had a lot of questions …

Skylar preferred the dead to the living most times, but Gage had her reconsidering. Until she realizes something is wrong in his world, and it’s quickly overtaking hers.

When Gage’s uncle turns up dead, more than the undead are in Skylar’s world. … A killer is too …

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Skylar Livingston has found the perfect place to live, work and keep her secrets, New Orleans. Her Voodoo shop has lots of things that attract the tourist’s eye and keep her bills paid. It also has wall to wall ghosts who won’t leave.

Gage Hawkins is looking for his missing Uncle who was last seen visiting her store. From what Gage knows he was looking for a specific set of Tarot cards. However, Gage also wants her help with something else. Unfortunately, he doesn’t approach any of this in an appealing way. Instead, he creates animosity between them.

Gage was in an automobile accident that left him in a coma, when he woke, he finds he has abilities he doesn’t understand. On top of that he has survivors’ guilt, as his best friend died in that crash. After a conversation with his brother, he buys lunch for Skylar and returns to her shop to apologize for his actions.

Skylar is wary of him, and he doesn’t blame her and they have an interesting conversation that also includes a bone he spotted on the floor he believes his uncle may have left there.

After that visit things take an interesting twist.

This is a favorite scene.

When she finally closed her shop for the day and locked the front door and made her way up the stairs to her apartment, she felt an odd heaviness and a really weird foreboding. She looked around and then mentally called to the ghosts down in her shop. Anything weird in the ethers right now?

And just as she hit the landing on the stairs outside her apartment door, she heard them calling out to her, “Be careful, be careful.”

She took the hallway to its own balcony, next to the separate balcony to her apartment, and studied her surroundings. There didn’t appear to be anything wrong, and she was desperate to go inside and to just relax. The day had been strange enough without having any kind of danger facing her now. She stepped forward and let herself into her apartment and, after a quick check around that confirmed her place was empty and was safe, she collapsed onto her bed, exhausted, needing a nap before her nightly cemetery visit.

Moments later, she became aware of somebody else lying on his bed, but something was very unnatural about it. It was a vision of Gage, the man she’d met today, the man who had already unsettled her life more than he should have. She saw him on his bed, his lips bloodless and something very strange hovering all around him. She swore, bounded to her feet, and, grabbing her amulets, she stuffed them in her pockets and raced down the street. Only one hotel had that type of design on the ceilings. When she got to the front desk, she asked what room Gage was in.

With a smirk, the front guy told her.

She slipped him a twenty dollar bill and raced up to Gage’s hotel room. She had no key to let herself in, but, using a trick she’d learned a long time ago, she held her hand over the lock, and, with a little help from Thomas, who was nearly always at her side, the door opened, and she slipped inside, racing to him. There was Gage, lying on the bed, his body cold, his face completely bleached of blood, and his lips almost blue. She reached out a hand and placed it over his heart, then stretched out her other hand to Thomas, making an energy chain all the way to those back in her shop, and she poured their collected energy into Gage’s body. She felt it doing something, but it wasn’t enough; the energy wasn’t strong enough.

She cried out, “Gage, talk to me, get back here, where you belong,” she roared. “Enough is enough. You can’t do this.”

And she kept pumping energy into him— blind, dark, light— any energy she could grasp from the surroundings went into this poor man, who had no idea what the hell was going on in his world.

When Thomas cried out, “It worked. It worked,” she looked down to see Gage awake and staring at her in shock.

She sat back ever-so-slightly, slowly withdrawing her hand, so there wasn’t an abrupt separation of her energy from Gage’s. She stared down at him. “Well, that was interesting.”

He rolled his head to the side. “You’re in my hotel room.”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, as she shifted to the side. “Don’t take it the wrong way.” And then she smiled at him. “Glad to have you back in the land of the living.”

“What happened?” he murmured, sitting up slowly and shaking his head.

She watched Gage’s huge body shift into its spirit body, almost as if putting on a human suit, and she smiled. “Well, you were one step away from being dead.”
Dale Mayer. Talking Bones (Kindle Locations 541-566). Valley Publishing.

In spite of, or perhaps because of Gage’s ignorance of his new abilities, Skylar begins to help him understand more. She still keeps her own secrets though.

There’s something dark that is affecting him and they would need to find the answers to that. Gage also keeps feeding her which is kind of funny. He knows she needs energy, and she doesn’t eat as much as she should.

A very unique relationship begins and as they get closer, he begins to see and hear her ghosts.

There’s also an interesting connection with Dr. Maddy and Stefan. As well as the revelation of her very different ability.

I love the way the relationship develops and the way all the different threads pull together to solve the mystery.

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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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Rick’s Road – Terkel’s Team Book 5 by Dale Mayer


Rick’s Road
Terkel’s Team Book 5
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Stubborn was something Rick had been called a lot. Independent. A loner. All true but, once a powerful healer connects to bring him back from the brink of death, Rick is in danger of losing that control and that privacy he so values.

Cara understands Rick’s need to be alone, but it’s not likely possible any longer, and that isn’t something she’s ready to tell him. That and the value of the connection they now share is something he has to find out for himself.

And the sooner, the better, as the attacks on the team continue, their temporary headquarters under surveillance, and their much-vaulted skills nowhere in sight …

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series, go back and read them. These books are intricately entwined, and things only make sense if you follow the path from the beginning.

Rick was one of those hit hardest by the attack on Terkel’s team. It was so bad that Terk had to recruit some help. That help came in the form of a very special nurse, Cara.

As Rick comes out of his coma, he’s disoriented and doesn’t quite understand how badly he was injured or how much Cara has done to get him to this point.

The goal is to get him to the others, but he needs to get his strength back. Unfortunately, that plan gets changed quickly when their location is compromised. Cara wasn’t supposed to go with him, she was not supposed to be in danger.

The pick-up by the guys was a bit hairy and whether she wants to be a part of all this she kind of is.

This is a favorite scene.

“We’ll get you back safe and sound as soon as we can. I promise.”

She stared at him. “But you can’t really promise that, can you? Not honestly. That attack at the apartment was no fluke, and they were looking for you.”

“I think they were looking for any activity that would confirm that I was still alive. And, as each of us comes out of the coma,” he shared, “they’re hunting for the others even harder.”

She considered him for a moment, seeing and hearing some truth to his words. “It also explains why Terk is trying to bring people closer together geographically, so he can keep his energy focused on one area and not split apart,” she murmured.

“Yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Rick agreed. “Look. I don’t even know how much of this latest hunt by the bad guys had you as a target, but we don’t want anything to happen to you. Especially not after you were such a huge help to me.”

“Ah, so you’re really keeping me alive out of gratitude, huh?” she asked, with a cheeky grin.

He seemed startled by her comment; then he shook his head and froze. “I don’t even know how to take that. I mean, obviously I’m delighted that you’re not overwrought and crying like many women would be in this situation, but I certainly don’t want you to think that we’re taking any of this lightly.”

“No, I know that,” she said. “But, while I’m here, is there anything I can do? I need to be busy, and I’ll go stir crazy if I’m not.”

“A couple of us are putting together a meal right now.”

“Why you? Why are you not resting?” she asked, giving him a hard look.

“Because, like you, I felt like I needed to do something. Everybody else has already been living a life for the last few weeks, while I was under whatever coma you guys deemed safe for me,” he noted, with an eye roll. “I feel like I’m late to the mission, and now it feels like I have a lot to make up for.”

“I get it,” she stated, “but that doesn’t mean you need to do it all at once.”

He looked at her. “I know. Really I do, but, at the same time, it seems odd to be back in the land of the living and not doing anything. I was always a doer. I was always busy. I was involved pretty heavily. So to find the guys here are ahead of me in this, whatever the hell happened,” he explained, “it feels like I need to play catch up.”

She nodded. “So you go from being a coma patient to cooking dinner in what, two days?”

He smiled. “I did warn you that I heal fast.”

“There’s healing fast, and then there’s healing fast.”

“We’ll chalk it up to your skills then,” he teased, with a bright smile.

“You mean, to the energy work?”

“You and I will have to talk about that”—he gave her a hard look—“because I had no idea that you were doing anything.”

“So what difference does it make?” she asked.

With that, he shrugged, then attempted to turn and leave.

She hopped up, coffee in hand. “Let me help with dinner at least.”

“You could try just relaxing for once,” he suggested. “You worked hard looking after me.”

She smiled. “I don’t know how much hard work that was,” she murmured, “but I like to be busy.” He frowned, but she walked past him and out of the room. “If you guys are done with your private discussion,” Cara said, “then no reason why I can’t come out and join you, is there?”

Rick asked, “What private discussion?” But a note of humor was in his voice.

She looked at him and smiled. “Exactly.”

He laughed and walked her into the main computer room. “She doesn’t want to stay in her room,” he announced. “She wants to help.”

At that, one of the other women—Tasha, she thought—looked up and smiled. “Welcome back,” she said.

Cara smiled. “I figured if I gave you guys enough private time to have your secret talks, then maybe I would be welcome afterward.”

After that came a moment of silence, then Terk started laughing. “As if it’ll do any good with you.”

She smiled. “But at least it gives you the semblance of privacy.”

At that, Damon frowned. “I’m sorry, but we need to be filled in on exactly what’s going on here.”

Terk shrugged. “I asked her to look after Rick because of his particular state. She has energetic and healing abilities that he needed most desperately.”

“When you say that”—Rick stared, his gaze going from Cara to Terk—“was I in worse shape than the others?”

“No, not necessarily worse, but you were rattled in a different way. Each of you needed very different things. In your case, it was all about energy, and that’s what we were trying to preserve.”

“My senses?” he asked.

Terk nodded. “Yes, exactly. I’m not sure if that would have mattered to you that you still had your senses when you woke up, but I was pretty sure that it would impact your life forever to lose them permanently.”

“I never thought about it like that,” Rick admitted. “I just assumed we were all in the same boat.” He turned to look at Cara, as she sat nearby, studying the curious faces around her. “You told me that you owed Terk a favor.”

“He’d been a big help at one point in time in my life,” she stated. “So, when he called, I didn’t have any reason to turn him down, and it gave me the opportunity to pay him back.”

“And you do know that no payback was required,” Terk murmured.

She shrugged. “Not everybody sees a debt as a requirement to be paid,” she noted, “but, when somebody calls for help, it’s part of my nature to respond.”

“And that”—Terk nodded—“is quite accurate. She is a nurse and has a history of working with people in long-term comas.”

At that, Rick faced Cara. “You did mention something about that. When you looked after a patient, it could go either way.”

“Sure,” she agreed. “It all entirely depends on how much of their cord is still functioning and how much they actually are still invested.”

“And you can tell that?” Sophia asked, astonished.

She nodded. “In Rick’s case, his cord was already partially severed.”

Silence swept the room.
Dale Mayer. Rick’s Road (Kindle Locations 919-975). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

There’s more than a little attraction between Cara and Rick, but neither of them know if it’s real or a side-effect of the energy work she’d done on him.

Once again we run into more problems than fixes and the revelation that at least two others from the team have been calling out in the ethers adds a bit more complication.

Slowly these pieces start to come together as the group already awake heals more. For Rick and Cara, there is lots to overcome. Unfortunately, Cara has the key and Rick has to figure it all out.

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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Jenner – The K9 Files Book 16 by Dale Mayer


Jenner
The K9 Files Book 16
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Dale Mayer

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Heading to Ashland, Kentucky, where his ex-wife’s family lives, is not in Jenner’s plans anytime soon. But, given a War Dog is potentially in trouble, well, Jenner will even face his past. Arriving at a small bed-and-breakfast, he meets a woman more interesting than anyone he’d met in a long time. His job to find this missing dog seems like a long shot, until he learns about the B&B neighbor’s son and his pack of dogs, who have been scaring Kellie …

Kellie loves her bed-and-breakfast establishment, as much as she loves meeting new people, particularly when she doesn’t have a great relationship with many of the locals, who judged her harshly for a past mistake. Determined to enjoy life regardless, she tries to move on but finds it hard to leave her past behind. And now there’s her neighbor …

Having Jenner around makes Kellie feel more secure and gives her hope that maybe good people still exist in this world. Yet, before they can truly move forward, there is a canine issue, … and a neighbor with something else on his mind …

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Sisco, the War Dog Jenner is sent to find is also where his ex-wife lives in Ashland, Kentucky. He thought to maybe touch base with her, not so much for closure but maybe to take a look at the past and move forward.

He made a reservation at a bed and breakfast close to where the dog was last homed. Kellie the owner of the B&B, knows of the couple but they had died in a car accident. She recently had a scary encounter with the son’s dogs but didn’t report it not wanting issues with her new neighbor. She didn’t like the son and found him to be creepy and had on one occasion rang her bell late at night drunk.

Before dinner that first night, Jenner took a short walk to survey the place, but it just looked empty. In a bit of a twist, while he’s gone, his ex-wife shows up at the B&B looking to reserve rooms for her family when she gives birth. Kellie considers her a sort of friend, in that recommendations are good for business. She didn’t reveal that her current guest was Laura’s ex-husband though.

Jenner returned for dinner and they enjoyed each other’s company over the meal and spoke of both the B&B and his ex-wife, his family and the Navy. Then he called to give Badger an update on the situation with the War dog. After that conversation he decides to take another look at the house.

This is a favorite scene.

He lifted a hand and waved. “I’ll just head back down to take another look.”

She nodded. “Good enough, but remember I lock up at ten.”

“And if I’m later?”

She winced. “Well, hopefully you won’t be too much later, but it’s a typical bed-and-breakfast. I lock up for last time at eleven, but I prefer to lock up at ten.”

“Got it. I’ll try to be back by ten. If not, how about I call you?”

“Do that, please.” She gave him a grateful nod. “I hate locking up if everybody isn’t tucked up in their beds.”

He grinned at her. “I bet you’d make a great Santa Claus.” With that, he walked out and down to the house in question. As he wandered along the roadside, he saw nothing but lots of barns.

The house he wanted to check was blanketed in darkness; no vehicles were parked out front. The residence showed some disrepair, and yet, if the family hadn’t been gone for more than two months, it shouldn’t be showing this much, unless they’d had been living here under pretty rough conditions already.

He walked up to the front door and knocked. When no answer came, he called out, “Hello, hello.”

Still, there was no answer. Frowning, he walked down the full length of the big long veranda and looked in the windows. He saw absolutely no furniture, nothing. Frowning at that, he headed around to the back of the house, wondering if the guy had just gotten up in the middle of the night and had disappeared.

As Jenner walked around to the side of the house, he heard a faint cry. He followed the sound, calling out, “Hello,” and then came another faint cry. He followed it farther into the field and found a man crumpled on his back, down in a ditch. Jenner immediately raced to his side. “Hey.”

“Oh thank God,” the man cried out.

“Jesus. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay.” He groaned. “I hate to say it, but I need an ambulance.”

Jenner noted that one leg was bent underneath him at an odd angle, but, even more so, he was missing the other leg. “Hang on,” he told him. “I’ll get you an ambulance. I would pick you up and move you, but I’m afraid about that leg.”

“I’ve been through so much already,” the other man said, gasping in pain. “Just get the ambulance. I don’t want to lose the other leg.”

“Got it,” he said. “I’ve got a prosthetic myself, so I understand.”

The guy looked at Jenner and then groaned again. “Jesus, the pain.”

“Can you tell me what happened?” Jenner asked, as he quickly put through the phone call. With that done, he looked at the other man. When he didn’t answer his question, Jenner asked again quite forcefully. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I came over here to look at my parents’ place,” he replied. “I hadn’t been here for a while. I was in surgery, trying to get the leg fixed, but it’s been a rough couple months since my parents died.” He gasped at the pain again. “There was … some guy here, with a whole pile of dogs. I was supposed to come here and look after and take care of the place, but the surgeries held me back.”

“You are the son?” Jenner asked.

The guy looked at him and said, “Yeah. My parents owned this place since forever. I was raised in this house. But some asshole was living here, and, when I confronted him about it, we ended up in a hell of a fight, which I, of course, completely lost. It was stupid. Emotions got the better of me, but he knocked me out. What I should have done was to just bring in the cops and have him arrested.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jenner muttered. “I’m staying at the B&B up the road. She thought the other guy was the son though.”

“I haven’t been here in years,” he explained. “I don’t really have a whole lot to do with this place, since I went into the military and got injured. Now I was hoping to come home and to look after it and to have a place for me that maybe, if I could get it wheelchair accessible, … I could actually live here again. It is mine, but this squatter took over the place, and then he dumped me in the back here.”

“And it looks like he’s buggered off too.”

“Good,” he muttered, “although I would sure as hell like to know what the heck he was doing here.”

“I gather he’s been here for quite a few weeks too.”

The guy stared at him in shock. “Jesus. I sure as hell hope he didn’t cause any damage, and, if he’s gone now, that’s great.”

“I looked in the living room window, and it looks like all the big pieces have been cleaned out. Saw some papers on the floor. Don’t know whether that was wrapping paper to move the stuff or some documents. How long have you been here in the ditch?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Overnight for sure.”

“Jesus, well, I’m glad I found you now.”

“I tried to drag myself forward,” he noted, “then I kind of slid into the ditch. The damn leg.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine now,” Jenner told him.

“The squatter might have been moving out already,” he guessed. “I don’t know. When I saw him, he had a big truck here.”

Jenner nodded. “It looks to be cleaned out right now. Let’s get you fixed up, and then we can sort it out.” He asked him gently, “So your parents?”

The guy nodded. “Yeah”—gasping in agony—“what about them?”

“I understand that they died in a car accident.”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “that’s what I just said.”

“Right, and they had a War Dog, didn’t they?”

The guy looked at Jenner and then nodded slowly. “Yeah, they did. Why?”

“Because I’m here on behalf of the war department, wondering what happened to the dog. Somebody did a welfare check, and there was a problem.”

“Yeah, my parents died,” he snapped, “but I’m not even sure what happened to the dog.”

“Apparently the bed-and-breakfast owner, Kellie, didn’t see one like it around.”

“It may have taken off on its own, without my parents here. Maybe one of the neighbors stole it. I don’t know what happened, but I’ll find out. I am so sorry. I didn’t realize that they had any animals left to even look after, and I was caught up in the hospital, so I wasn’t exactly doing much about it. The sheriff did say that he didn’t see any animals on the premises.”

“Interesting,” Jenner murmured.

“Right,” the son noted. “Honestly, I have no clue. One more thing to get to the bottom of, while wondering if I can get back on my feet.”

In the distance Jenner heard the sirens. “Or first off, you need to look after you. Once I point the EMTs in your direction, I’ll take a look around, see if the War Dog’s here, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, please do.” He hesitated and then added, “I don’t know if you’ve got a few minutes, but could you do an inventory, let me know if there’s anything to come home to?”

“Sure will. At least I’ll go in and take some photos.” He quickly got the guy’s phone number, so he could tag him later. “Let’s get you taken care of first.” With that, he raced to the driveway, directed the ambulance to the back, where they came and found him. Jenner asked the son, “What’s your name?”

“Jim. Call the sheriff too, will you?”

“Will do,” Jenner replied. “Where’s your phone?”

“No clue. I think I lost it on the ground, where I started dragging myself, and I didn’t have the energy to get back there.”

“I’ll go take a look.” Following Jim’s rough directions, even as the ambulance drove closer to Jim, Jenner found the phone by ringing it with his own. It had been left out in the elements, but it was still here. He raced back to the ambulance and handed it to him. “At least now you have a phone.”

“Great, I’ll call the sheriff myself.”

“You do that, and I’ll contact you after I’ve been through the house.”
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Finding the real owner of the house in a ditch adds a real big twist to this tale. The Sheriff is also a piece of work as he confirms he hadn’t seen the dog when he checked on the house after Jim’s parents died.

More of a concern is when Jenner does locate the dog, and it appears he’s attached to a pack. He’s protective of one of the dogs but seems to be very watchful of the leader.

There are more than a few twists in this book and I love the way things turn out for everyone involved.

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

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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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