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Hudson – SEALs of Honor Book 27 by Dale Mayer


Hudson
SEALs of Honor Book 27
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Dale Mayer

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Due a few days of R&R, Hudson heads to visit his best friend in Vail, Colorado. The first day, an explosion in his hotel sends the city into chaos. He’s doing what he can to keep Avery safe, as this was no accident. He’s not allowed to join the investigation, but being on the spot and having the training he has are huge benefits. No way will he sit by and do nothing. Especially if Avery is in trouble.

Avery has been looking forward to Hudson’s visit. They are best friends, and she’d love to spend more time with him. Hell, she’d loved him since forever but didn’t want to risk their special friendship by taking the relationship further. Now she regrets it, as the explosion in town is only the tip of the problem—for the terrorist realizes that Hudson caught a glimpse of him.

Now the game of cat and mouse is on, with Avery caught in the middle …

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On R&R Hudson goes to Vail to meet up with Avery. Their friendship is a long one, her sister Delilah had been his high school sweetheart and when she died, she took a part of Hudson’s heart. Avery remained close to him throughout the years but they never looked further than friendship. This time he’s going to take Mason’s advice and re-evaluate the relationship.

Avery is thrilled Hudson is coming to Vale. It’s been a long time since she’s seen him although they communicate often. She’s anticipated his call and is actually waiting for him to come meet her for coffee.

Then things go BOOM!

This is a favorite scene.

He sighted two men getting on one of the elevators beside him, as he stepped into an empty one, and moved up to the fourth floor, where his hotel room was located. He pondered the two men dressed all in black military-style clothing but not in actual US-grade uniforms. It was casual gear, but they carried themselves differently— like on the job. Not the bulky gym-buff type but more of a heavily trained military look, including the short-cut hair. One had a faint tattoo on the back of his hand, and Hudson could barely see a ring on the same hand.

With his mind consumed with what was going on with those two, Hudson stepped out of the elevator and noted they were just ahead of him, heading down the same hallway in the opposite direction. He checked his room number, walked to it, and, with one last look at the two men, Hudson stepped inside. He had no sooner dropped his bag on the bed, when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw it was Avery. “I’m here,” he said. “I just got to my room.”

“I’m downstairs, just waiting for you to get some coffee,” she said, her bright laughter shining through the phone.

He grinned and said, “I’ll be there in two.”

He quickly used the facilities, then washed up, gave his face a good scrub, and, after looking at the mirror for a long moment, dried off and headed out. He saw no sign of the two men, but he’d noted which direction they’d gone, and only a few hotel rooms were down there. So, as choices went, not too many rooms to consider. Still, depending on what they were up to, Hudson had a hell of a lot of options.

Trying to put them out of his mind, Hudson headed to the reception area. The moment he stepped into the main lobby, he was almost tackled by a five-foot-two redhead. He laughed out loud in joy, as he picked her up and swung her around. She squealed in delight. “Good Lord,” he said, “it’s like you’ve shrunk.”

“I have not.” She glared at him in delight.

“Are you sure?” He pressed his hand on the top of her head and said, “I am absolutely certain you are way shorter now.”

“I am not,” she said and lightly punched him in the belly.

“Ooph,” he said in mock distress.
“Ha!” she said. “Damn, Hudson, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” he said, studying her intently. It was even better to see her than he had expected. Reaching out an arm, he pulled her against him and just held her close. “It’s been a long time.”

She smiled. “Too long.” She looked around and asked, “Do you want to stay here? We can go into the hotel’s coffee shop, or we can head out to the strip.”

“Is Enzo’s open?”

“Sure,” she said. “Are you ready for some of the best pizza in Colorado?”

“And he has those divine coffees,” he said.

“Still one of my favorite places,” she said, with a nod. “Come on. Let’s go.”

As they turned and walked through the lobby toward the front door, they heard a shout. Hudson turned to look, and one of the hotel staff was trying to stop somebody in the hallway, yelling at him. Then a huge explosion rocked the building.

Hudson grabbed Avery in his arms and slammed up tight against one of the great big columns just feet away from the front door. He turned, looked around, and, with her still in his arms, dashed out the front door and across the street. She cried out as he made his move. When he put her down on the far side of the street, sections of the hotel exterior crashed down. Not where his room was, but still, the whole place would be off-limits by the time the building settled. He swore. “I knew I shouldn’t have left my bag in there.”

“Oh my God,” she said. “What just happened?”

“I’m not sure.” He frowned. “But my bag is in there.”

“I don’t think you’ll be allowed to go in and get it,” she said.

“Unless I don’t tell anybody, and I just go. Besides, people up there could need help.”

She looked up at him in surprise, then shrugged and said, “I don’t think you can go up the stairs.”

He studied the building. “Yeah, I think I can on the opposite side,” he said. “You stay put here. I’ll be right back.”

“Hudson, don’t,” she cried out. “It’s not safe.”

But he could barely hear her because he was already inside the hotel, just as everybody came screaming out. He would also check for any casualties and not just for his bag while he was there. Easier to do it all. By the time he raced up the stairs on the far side of the building, a message came over the PA, asking everybody to exit the building in an orderly fashion.

He raced into his room, grabbed his bag, then turned around, checked all the rooms on that floor. Done with these rooms, he turned to go downstairs, checking each floor as he went. He hadn’t gone very far on the second floor when he caught sight of an older woman, struggling to make her way. He stepped around and gave her a hand. She looked up at him gratefully.

“Thank you,” she said. “My heart is pounding. I’m afraid I’ll have a heart attack. I’m so frightened over all this.”

“The building’s in rough shape, after that explosion,” he said.

“Oh dear,” she said. “What about all those people?”

He nodded grimly. “Well, let’s just hope the hotel wasn’t fully booked.”

“I know they had a convention planned, maybe a lot of people coming in this afternoon,” she said. “I was trying to get out beforehand, so I didn’t have to deal with all the people.”

“Well, nobody’ll be dealing with the people now,” he said quietly. He got her to the main floor and brought her slowly out to the front steps. The fire department and cops were everywhere at this point. As soon as they were seen, they were quickly rushed outside and told to stay out. He just nodded, waved the older woman to one of the EMTs, and Hudson searched the shadows for Avery. He found her standing off to the side, looking for him. He walked over and grabbed her in his arms again.

She threw her arms around his neck and just held him close. “My God,” she said, “that was so scary.”

He looked up at the building, noting it wasn’t quite as bad as he had thought. It looked like several floors on the right-hand side had taken a blast of some kind.

“Do you know what happened?” she asked in a low whisper.

He shook his head. “I have no clue.” But inside he did. That was far too much like a bomb blast, and he wouldn’t be at all surprised if this had been some sort of terrorist attack. “Some convention is scheduled for this afternoon too,” he said. “There could be a lot of people looking for new housing.”

“Oh my,” she said. “Well, nothing we can do here. Let’s go.”

Instinctively he wanted to stay and help, but he didn’t know anybody here in local law enforcement, and nobody knew him. He hadn’t been called in to help, and, at the moment, he would just be in the way. With a last look to make sure the older woman he had helped out would be okay, he quickly retreated with Avery at his side, with his duffel over one shoulder, and they walked down the street.

With so many cops and fire engines, Hudson knew it would just be chaos for the next several hours. They would probably put the call out for anybody who had seen or heard anything. He just didn’t know if he’d seen or heard anything important.

Immediately the two men came to mind.
Dale Mayer. Hudson (Kindle Locations 115-174). Valley Publishing.

Before the chaos of official vehicles Hudson runs back into the hotel and grabs his bag. On his way back down he runs into a very shaken older woman. He escorts her down and to EMTs before rejoining Avery and heading to Enzo’s for coffee. Mason contacts him to be sure he’s safe and starts him thinking about what just happened. Mason also tells him that the convention coming in is law enforcement computer security experts. Which makes the event even more suspicious.

They get seats by a window to observe the hotel scene while they have coffee and pizza. Still talking about what happened they are interrupted by an old friend Dennis. Dennis is now a detective and tells Hudson officials would listen if he had any information to give them.

Needless to say, this isn’t quite what Avery and Hudson planned for their time together but danger is going to follow them.

Lots of suspense, action, romance and just the right amount of sizzle in this latest adventure of Mason’s Team.

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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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Quinn’s Quest – Bullard’s Battle Book 7 By Dale Mayer


Quinn’s Quest
Bullard’s Battle Book 7
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Fed up with always feeling one step behind, Quinn is determined to find out who is trying to annihilate all of Bullard’s team. Only the trail takes him to Izzie, Bullard’s niece. The team knows the saboteur was someone close to Bullard, and Izzie had had a hell of a fight with Bullard the last time they spoke. But how involved was she in this plane crash? He didn’t want to think badly of her, but, at this point in time, he was looking at everyone with suspicion.

Izzie is also suspicious of everyone. She’s been to hell and back, all because she was stubborn and angry at Bullard, but she’d never do anything to hurt him. Not knowing anything about the last few months’ trials, she’s horrified to find out why Quinn sought her out. Then he’s horrified when he finds out what happened to her. Working on healing her own soul, she’s desperate to help Quinn find out who attacked the team and potentially killed her uncle.

If she can do anything to help, she will, particularly if it gives her a chance to make amends to the one man who’s always been there for her.

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When Quinn and Ryland set out all they have is an address, the address belongs to Bullard’s niece Izzie. Not that they think she had anything to do with Bullard’s disappearance but they need to find her. A neighbor tells them more than they expected and with them furious at what they see in the apartment, they need to see Izzie and soon.

Fortunately Kano has a phone number and they arranged to meet with her. As she explains what happened a year ago they realize they need to speak with the ex-boyfriend. It will give Izzie closure as well.

That whole thing doesn’t end well for Dracon, and Quinn stays with Izzie at her actual apartment. Their conversations don’t really show any romance but there could be some attraction growing. Of course all of that was too easy and the next morning brings a surprise package.

This is a favorite scene.

Quinn looked at Izzie and frowned. “Are you expecting anyone?” She shook her head. She got up, walked to the front door, and, before she got there, she called out, “Who is it?”

“Delivery.”

“I’m not expecting anything,” she said. But he read off her name and address, and so, with Quinn at her side, she opened the door to see a delivery person with a box. She quickly signed for it, accepted it, and brought it in. She looked at it and said, “There’s no return address.”

“And no company name or logo on it either,” he said. “Are you sure you’re not expecting anything?”

“No, I’m not, so I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this.”

“Well, let’s open it,” he said.

“Is it safe?” she asked, with a dry humor.

“Maybe not,” he said, “but we do need to find out.”

She frowned at that. “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.” He took a picture of it and sent it to the guys. And then sent a text. I’m opening it. He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slit the tape. As he moved the box a little farther back on the table, he opened the flaps and then looked at her. “It’s wrapped up.”

“Well, something’s wrapped up,” she said, “but I don’t know what.”

He nodded. “Let’s find out.” He quickly pulled out the fairly small item, and he undid all the Bubble Wrap all around it. When they got down to the end, there was a tab on the side. As the last piece of Bubble Wrap came off, the tab pulled. Instantly smoke filled the room. He swore, grabbed her hand, and bolted for the door.

“What is it? What is it?” Then she started to cough.

“Smoke bomb!” he cried out. At the door, they burst into the hallway, and he could barely see the four gunmen as two reached out for her. He immediately cleared his head and struggled against the two men holding him. He kicked one down hard and turned to fight the second one. Even as he did so, he saw Izzie being dragged down the hallway. He swore and fought harder, until a heavy blow took him on the temple. He barely heard the conversation around him, as he struggled to remain conscious.
“What do you want me to do with him?”

“Bring him,” a thick voice said. “He might behave better if they are together.”

Grateful that they were at least taking them both, that meant that Quinn wouldn’t have to hunt her down. He was dragged behind her, as she screamed and cried out, “What do you want?”

Just as they went past another apartment, one of the gunmen grabbed her by the neck and said, “Shut your face. If you bring anybody else out in the hall, I’ll kill your friend.”

Immediately she shut up. Quinn appreciated her control, but, at the same time, they needed to attract attention, so that somebody would do something. He couldn’t reach his phone right now, and he knew that, within seconds, they would get stripped of all their electronics too— something else that he didn’t want to happen. In the elevator, they dropped him onto the floor, and he stayed there. “What did you do to him?” she cried out.

“Nothing,” he said. “At least nothing he didn’t have coming.”

“What do you want with me?” she asked.

“Nobody said we wanted anything to do with you.”

At that, she froze and stared at him. “Then why?”

“It has more to do with him than you,” he said. “He’s part of a team we’ll annihilate.”

“Ah,” she said, “so you are one of the guys still waiting for Bullard to show up.”

“What do you know about Bullard?” One of the men turned on her.

“I don’t know anything,” she said. “As far as I know, the team is still looking for him.”

He said, “I hope they don’t find him. But we have to wait and see.”

“So you’re taking out the team anyway? Is that what you guys do?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he said. “Not your problem now. Shut the hell up.”

She glared at him. “And if I don’t?”

“I have got more than enough bullets to take care of the both of you,” he said. “And, if you push me, I’ll just pop you right now.”

She fell silent.

With Quinn’s wits about him and still pretending to be unconscious, the elevator door opened. No security was assigned to cover the parking garage, but, as long as he could get his feet under him and pick his timing, he could easily take out these two guys assigned to him.

He waited until they dragged him through the garage to where they were parked. The other two men grabbed Izzie and pulled her to the other side of the vehicle. Instantly Quinn bolted to his feet, snatched the nearest gunman’s hand and fired, incapacitating the other gunman beside him. He immediately kicked his other gunman in the groin, punched him in the face, downing him, snatched up his handgun too and used it to drop one of the other men on Izzie.

But, as Quinn stood here, aiming a shot at the last gunman standing, that man held his weapon against Izzie’s head. “I’ll shoot her,” he said calmly.

“You’ve just sealed your own death right now, and no way they’ll let you live from this.”

“They weren’t letting me live anyway,” he snapped, glaring at him. “What the hell do you want with Izzie?”

“Just a little cooperation.”

“You killed her ex, threw Dracon out a window,” he snapped, “so what do you want with her? And don’t give me any more of your lies.”

“Oh, you figured that was me on the phone, did you?”

“I recognized your voice,” he said. “And you’re not that good to be upper tier.”

The guy’s face twisted in fury. “Sure I am,” he said. “Should have just killed you at the apartment.”

“You should have,” Quinn said. “Anytime you got an opportunity, it is always much better to do that. But you’ve got this big grandstanding thing going on, don’t you?”

“No,” he said, “we have a body count, and now we don’t get paid unless the first body shows up.”

Quinn took a minute to process that. “Ah, so unless you actually show up with the bodies, they won’t pay you? Got it,” he said. “Well, that’s smart, especially after you failed to get Bullard.”

“Bullard’s dead,” he snapped.

“You mean, you want Bullard to be dead, but that doesn’t mean he is.”

“He’s dead. No way anybody could have survived that.”

“Except you already know that two of us did. Another reason for the body count.”

“Besides, I think at this point, our boss wants to kill you himself.”

“And I’m all for it,” Quinn said. “I’d much rather see who’s behind all this instead of dealing with minions.”

“We’re not minions,” he said. “We’re trained assassins.”

“Says you. You’re still just newbies, part of that subversive company under Kingdom Securities.”

“Maybe,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean you know who the boss is. Matter of fact, you’ve been chasing your own tails all week. You have no clue.”

“Maybe not,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean that I’m not figuring it out right now.”

“You haven’t figured it out,” he said, and one of the men groaned at his feet.

“You didn’t even kill him,” the gunman said. “That’s what kind of a loser you are.”

“Right, leave nobody alive. I forgot that was your motto.”

“It is,” he said. “You know that.”

“And yet you’re taking us all in.”

“I want to get paid,” he said. “Of course you do. Too bad you won’t get paid for this one though.”

“Well, I will,” he said. “You haven’t won anything. I’ll just pop her, take her out of the equation, and then I can shoot you.”

“You won’t make even one shot,” he said. “I’ll kill you first.”

“You’re not that fast.”

Quinn looked at him, gave him a taunting little smile, and said, “Yes, I am.”
Dale Mayer. Quinn’s Quest (Kindle Locations 1041-1109). Valley Publishing.

Needless to say Wagner gets called again, and isn’t happy. Izzie has a few words for him as well about the cops and the lack of attention the report she filed against Dracon got and they way she was treated as though it was all made up.

The guys are trying to get her to the compound where it would be easier to keep her safe but she just can’t do it.

There is just so much going on, and there’s plenty of action as Quinn and Izzie get closer and the attraction becomes more obvious.

I really can’t wait for 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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A New Series From Dale Mayer! Simon Says…Hide – Kate Morgan Book 1


Simon Says…Hide
Kate Morgan Book 1
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Introducing a new thriller series
that keeps you guessing and on your toes
through every twist and unexpected turn….

The unlikely team of Detective Kate Morgan and Simon St. Laurant, an unwilling psychic, marries all the unpredictable and passionate elements of Mayer’s work that readers have come to love and crave.

Newly promoted detective Kate Morgan stands up for the victims in the world, never backing down or giving up. From a family of victims, Kate will not tolerate those who take advantage of others. The worst ones prey on the hopes of desperate people to line their own pockets.

And when Kate finds a connection between more than a half-dozen cold cases to a recent case–where a child’s life is in jeopardy–she’ll make a deal with the devil himself to protect the child.

Having the gift of Sight, Simon St. Laurant knows that once he uses it, he can never walk away. But when nightmares of his own past are triggered, Simon can’t stand back. Determined to help, Simon vows to save these children–even if it means dealing with the cranky and critical Detective Kate Morgan.

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Kate Morgan is not having an easy time in her new position as detective. Her supposed team is still missing the man she replaced who died in the line of duty. While she gets it, it means she also works solo. She’s been working cold cases, reviewing files, looking for similarities any thing that might connect something. She also keeps a copy of her brother Timmy’s file on her desk as a reminder why she’s doing this job. She’s getting some air at a park when on of her team calls they found another, this one a little boy.

Simon St. Laurant wakes from a recurring nightmare, a little boy and man that Simon recognizes the look of a predator in the man. He doesn’t understand why he’s having these nightmares again. He kicks himself out if it only to be thrown back into a different scene, and then another. Most of his dreams are of things past, except lately they seem to be more current and he’s having visions outside of his dreams as well..

In spite of his personal feelings about the police, he knows he has to share what he’s been seeing. He knows he’ll face skepticism and he’s not looking forward to it.

Kate’s the one who’s sent to interview him, and the one dream from the past the child’s name is Timothy. This of course sets Kate off.

This is a favorite scene.

He fisted his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said, “The same little boy being walked down Hastings Street under the shadow of the lights, a little boy not more than five, maybe six, years old, holding the hand of some old guy, who scares the crap out of me.”

“Interesting,” she murmured. She studied him closely for any signs of deception, but nothing was really there, as far as she could tell. He was telling the truth, as he believed it to be, but, so far, he hadn’t said anything definitive yet. “Can you identify the little boy?” “Only that he’s got some lollipop in his free hand, and he’s wearing a little Burberry coat,” he said. “I can’t tell what color it is.”

“Why is that? You said there were lampposts.”

“He is walking under the lampposts, yes, but everything is in shades of grays.”

“Your nightmares are in gray?”

“This one is, yes.”

“So then what happens?” she asked, intrigued in spite of herself. She didn’t know what it had to do with the police, but she could imagine that a dream, nightmare, as he’d said, that would happen over and over again would really piss off a guy like this. That fascinated her as much as anything.

“I just hear this voice that calls out, ‘Timothy.’”

Timothy?” she said, questioning, her body stiffening at the name.

He nodded.

Timothy?” she snapped, her feet flat on the floor. “Is this some sick joke?”

He looked at her in surprise. “No,” he said. “What are you talking about?”

She stared at him and then gave a hard headshake. No, he couldn’t know. Besides, her Timmy had gone missing during the day, not the evening, and had happened a long time ago. “Look. I don’t know what your nightmare is all about,” she said, “or why you think you need to tell me about it. I’m a homicide detective, in case you didn’t know.” She stopped, took a deep breath. “But if you don’t have anything else, then this interview is over.”

“This is an interview?” he asked curiously.

“Look, sir,” she snapped. “Do you have anything else you feel like you need to tell me?”

“Yes,” he said, “I just know that— because of the styles of clothing, the shades of gray— this happened a long time ago.”

Know?”

He stared at her.

Yet he seemed more confused than mad. “And?”

Her fist clenched on her lap, she stared at the half-moons half-moons that her fingernails had embedded into the palm of her hand in order to stop the scream from reaching up her throat. She wanted nothing more than to grab this guy by the throat and to shake the truth from him.

“The trouble is, it goes from that image to another image within a little room,” he said, “with toys and a toddler’s bed, but no child is there, just a blanket. But it’s got some plastic wrapping around it that’s a different color, not so dark. Unfortunately then it goes to an absolutely beautiful little girl in a fancy little bed.” His tone was heavy. “The little girl in the bed is crying her eyes out. She’s in a basement. It looks like a basement or maybe a cellar. I don’t know,” he said. “She’s got just a blanket, and blood’s on the bed. She is crying, as if her heart is breaking.” And then he fell silent.

She sat back and looked at him. “And it’s the same nightmare over and over again?”

“The same one for a week now,” he said bitterly. “Until last night.”

“What about last night?” she asked, but inside she knew. Dear God, inside she knew.

“Last night, another child was added to the sequence,” he said. “A little boy, a little bit older, like six, maybe seven. I don’t know children’s ages. Skinny, curled up in the bed, but he wasn’t even breathing. In the nightmare I zoomed down, and he was just lying there, and I couldn’t see him moving or breathing. There was like a weird outline to him.”

“Did you see anything that can identify these children? Or where they are located?” she asked lightly. But she was gripping the pen in her hand so hard that it was in danger of breaking. “I would have said no,” he said.

“I would have said it could be any child, anywhere in the world. That’s one of the reasons I never came in to the cops before. Although I’ve had these particular nightmares for the last few weeks, I’ve had them off and on in various forms for years. I’ve always just ignored them, but now I can’t ignore them anymore.”

“Why is that?”

“Because this newest little boy has a name on the bed above his head. It read ‘Jason.’ No last name, just the first name.”

“And you can’t give me any physical description of him?”

“Emaciated to the point of being starved,” he said bluntly. His tone still easily portrayed the horror of what he had experienced in his nightmares. “He’s drawn, skinny, like you could see inside him. His skin was almost translucent.”

“And, if the child were dead, how long has he been dead?”

He shook his head. “I got the impression it was recent. But I don’t think he was—” And then he stopped, shook his head, and looked away. “I don’t put any credence into this,” he said. “So you probably shouldn’t either.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to put credence into yet,” she said drily. “So why don’t we just go down this mythical pathway and see if anything is there?”

“Have you had anything to do with psychics before?”

“Hell no,” she said forcibly. “I only believe in what I can see and hear and feel.”

He stared at her. “Of course I would be talking to you.”

“Do you consider yourself a psychic?”

“Hell no,” he said. “But I can’t help but wonder if these nightmares don’t have some kind of fact-based realism.”

“Fact-based realism?” She had never heard that phrase before. “If you had given me anything to identify any of these children with,” she said, “I could look them up in the files.”

“It’s the first time I saw a name on the bed,” he said, “but I definitely got the impression the child had been there for a while.”

“Starved to death?”

“I’m afraid that was probably the least of his problems,” he said softly.

She studied his face, seeing the pain, the tired lines in the corner of his eyes, the faint anger masked around his lips, as he clenched them tight. “It makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

He glared at her, not liking the sound of that. “I didn’t do anything to these children,” he said, “but whoever did hasn’t stopped.”

She sat back. “Why do you say that?”

“I think, when I saw the first nightmare,” he said, “since it seemed to have been such a long time ago, I ignored it. But then I had another one and then another, and each time they came back around, another child had been in the group.”

“If that’s true,” she said, “then whoever this person is has taken four.”

Then he shook his head. “No,” he said, “because it’s quite possible he’s taken a lot more, and I just haven’t connected.”

“Connected?” she pounced. “So you are thinking along psychic terms?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m not thinking on any terms. I just know these damn nightmares won’t leave me alone, and last night I saw the name Jason. And the child maybe was six, and I can’t give you any more than that.”

“Well, it’s not much,” she said, “but I’ll need your contact details.”

He just stared at her.

“If it does turn out to be something, I obviously have to contact you again,” she said. “Not to mention the fact that every visit here is recorded.”

He swore softly.

“Is that a problem?” she asked. And again she studied him intently. Everybody gave away so much in their body language that they weren’t aware of. But, in his case, no, he kept his cool, even as the small tic in the corner of his jaw pulsed away. She watched it, fascinated, because she never understood if it was a muscular thing or a nervous sign. But, in his case, it was neither.

He was thinking hard. He turned to look at her, nodded, and said, “My name is Simon St. Laurant,” and he went on to add his phone number and address.

“That’s a pretty high-end area for you to live,” she said, staring at the False Creek North address she’d written down.

“For me to live?”

“For anybody,” she said smoothly. “In other words, it takes money to live there.”

“If you say so,” he said curiously. “Money comes. Money goes,” he added. “I try not to worry about it too much.”

Her pen stopped in the act of writing down his address. “Isn’t it nice that you can say that,” she said. “Most of the world can’t.”

“I’m not most of the world,” he said, once again settling back into that arrogance she’d seen in him when he’d first arrived.

She nodded, stood, and said, “I’ll see you out.”

“Will you check?” he asked abruptly, as they reached the entrance door, where he would walk back out onto the street.

She nodded. “I’ll check.”

He flashed her a brilliant smile that had her stopping still in amazement. “That’s all I can ask,” he said, and he turned and walked out.
Dale Mayer. Simon Says… Hide (Kindle Locations 231-308). Valley Publishing.

Of course his nightmares and visions relate to her current case, something she didn’t expect.

Now to determine if this Simon person is involved or really just some sort of psychic.

Several interesting things happen as this book continues, another body for one, and then Simon seems to come up with some very accurate stuff when she needs it most.

Edge of your seat suspense, laughter, tears, intrigue and a touch of heat in this excellent beginning to a new 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!

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Darkest Designs – Design Book 3 by Dale Mayer


Darkest Designs
Design Book 3
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Drawing is her world …
but when she’s pushed into the In-Between
and thought lost forever, it’s his world too.

Her…
Storey Dalton wants her life back. Her home back. Her world back. The way they were before she messed with time. She does not want to become a living dead lost In-between. She thought she’d known the worst that could happen … but she wasn’t even close.

Him…
Eric thought he’d seen the worst that his father could do…but he hadn’t … unfortunately. Heartbroken and panicked, Eric tracks Storey to the misty dead space – and follows her in. There is a way out – but not a way that anyone would willingly choose.

It…
The stylus has no way to help with Storey’s latest predicament. But survival is paramount. Only this time it can’t do it alone. There might be help available … if they can save someone else…first.

Them…
Storey wants to save her world. Eric wants to save Storey. The stylus wants them to save someone else. But can anyone save them all?

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Tammy is now with her family and happy. With her safe, Storey and Eric go to retrieve the imprisoned Councilman. They barely manage to portal out with the him before the guards arrive. Then the Eric’s father, the esteemed Councilman does the unthinkable. He pushes Storey out of the portal.

Storey is now caught in the in-between, and as she starts thinking through her problem with her stylus, it’s not very promising.

Back in Toran, the Councilman is arrested and place in the dungeon under guard. Eric is determined to find Storey and bring her back, only to learn no one ever returns. Of course Storey isn’t staying put either, but her stylus is mapping where they go and Paxton is seeing it as he inputs the data from his stylus.

In order to do this properly Eric gathers all the things he could possible need including getting sketchbooks from her home, he also sneaks the broken stylus into his pack. There is no stopping him once he’s as prepared as he can be and Paxton has no choice but to let him go.

In the meantime Storey is learning a lot about the history between the Torans and Louers. It’s not pretty and her finding Dillon is going to reveal some very well hidden secrets.

This is a favorite scene as Eric arrives.

Shaking her mind free of those depressing thoughts and tucking the knowledge that Dillon was a Louer back into the corner of her mind, she turned to the more immediate issue.

“You said there is a Toran here. Who and where?”

Eric.

“Really?” she shouted. This time she danced around Dillon, joy rippling through every part of her. “We’re saved!”

Dillon stared at her and blinked.

She groaned in disgust. “Dillon, it means someone is here to help us.” She continued to skip in small circles. “I presume he’s on his way to us? And we should stay until he finds us?”

He landed at our old coordinates, where you found Dillon.

She laughed. “I knew he’d find us. Does he have the new coordinates?”

Paxton has just given them to him.

“Good.” She said with satisfaction. “Then he should be here any moment.” Then she frowned. And tugged Dillon several steps over. “Just so he doesn’t land on top of us.”

She stared and stared at the spot. Nothing happened. She glanced around in case he’d adjusted the coordinates slightly and still nothing. She turned back to look at the original spot.

And there was Eric.

His grin flashed, huge and full of relief.

“Woot!” She launched herself into his arms. “I knew you’d come!”

He picked her up and swung her around and around. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you.”

He put her back down and gave her a blistering kiss.

She pulled back slightly and beamed up at him. “Maybe I’ll have to disappear again, if you’re going to welcome me like that!”

“Trust you.” He glanced around. “Man is this is a weird place.”

She snorted. “Tell me about it!”

He smiled down at her, then froze and spun around. “What the…”

“Yeah, what a surprise, huh?” Storey glanced at the sleeping Dillon. “I still don’t understand that whole 45 degree angle sleeping thing.”

“He’s asleep?” Eric dropped his to a faint whisper. He bent over slightly to look closer.

“Yes. I think he’s been asleep since he arrived. According to the stylus that was a long time ago.” She shrugged. “He’s spoken to me a couple of times, but then always nods off again.”

“Unbelievable.” Eric shook his head. “How did he survive here?”

Storey wished she knew. “I have no idea. I think he went into a sort of hibernation. The stylus doesn’t think he’ll survive if we try to take him home though. That his muscles, after not experiencing gravity in so long, won’t support him. And that’s just the beginning of the problems. The thing is, I can’t leave him.”

Eric stared down at her. “This isn’t a Louer child to return to her parents. This is an adult male Toran. If he dies while going home, surely that’s better than this quasi-dead existence.”

That whole death with dignity thing. She sighed. “I hate to kill the poor man. And speaking of family,” Storey winced, not sure how Eric would react. “He says he has a brother, named Paxton.”

Eric’s head swiveled to stare down at her in shock. Then back at Dillon. “It couldn’t be.”

“What?” When he didn’t answer right away, Storey poked him in the chest. “What couldn’t be?”

“Paxton did lose a brother when they were young men. He was playing up to the ladies while porting and fell In-between.”

She gasped and turned to stare at Dillon. “Oh no. Then we definitely can’t leave him.”

“Neither do I want to take him home to his brother to die.”

She didn’t know what to say. “Stylus. Is there anything we can do for Dillon?”

His body won’t be able to handle living in the other dimensions.

“But he’s not alive here either,” she said in frustration. Then caught Eric’s look. Right. He couldn’t hear the stylus.

Quickly she explained what she she’d heard. “According to the stylus, Dillon can’t live in other dimensions, but it told me earlier he won’t be able to survive much longer here, either. I don’t want to believe that.”

“But there is no other way.” Eric wafted his arm in the thick soup. “Either desert him to this endless darkness or take him home and he will either live or die, but at least he’ll be home again. Think of his family. This would mean tremendous closure for them.”

Storey opened her mouth to speak, but a weird noise sounded.

What the hell was that?
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 6321-6359). Valley Publishing.

Seems the best move Eric made was bringing the broken stylus. The soul contained is very knowledgeable and once a leader.

There are many complications both on the way out of the in-between and to getting home. Since the best pathway the styluses could follow was back to Tammy, she unwittingly attaches to them.

Plenty of suspense a few more surprise and the promise of a romance that will last.

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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!

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Deadly Designs – Designs Book 2 by Dale Mayer


Deadly Designs
Design Series Book 2
By
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Dale Mayer

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Drawing is her world …
but when she’s banished
to a deadly new world and needs help,
it’s his world too.

Her…
Storey Dalton wants to go home – but something goes terrifyingly wrong and she ends up in her worst nightmare. There’s no escape … not without Eric or her stylus. Then she finds someone who needs rescuing even more than she does…

Him…
Eric Jordan races to save Storey, only to realize a close family member has betrayed them both. Now the enemy is closing in on him. When he meets up with Storey, he knows her plans are a bad idea, but she won’t be dissuaded…and it could be their only way of staying alive.

It…
the stylus, now bonded to Storey’s artistic soul, is determined to survive this new chaos – against all odds. But damaged from a prolonged separation, he can’t help Story or Eric – without making things worse.

Them…
Storey is determined to make things right. Eric is determined to help her. Neither counts the personal cost, until their very lives are in danger.

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By the end of the first book we’ve had a look at a few different dimensions, including one that Storey has created for the Louers. The Toran’s which is Eric’s, the Louer’s old and new and of course Storey’s. Oh and the creation also caused a time problem within Storey’s.

At the end of all that, instead of being sent home Storey is sent to a difficult situation, one she recognizes by the smell. Her sketches are portals and now she’s here without her backpack, sketch book or her stylus. She is however, soul connected to her stylus so she finds a way to communicate although the stylus isn’t answering her. It’s using her words to communicate with Paxton an elder and Eric through Paxton’s stylus.

As she looks for a way out, she finds a Louer child, alone except for her pet. The portal to the new dimension is damaged so no one can come back for her. Now Storey has a new project but first she needs to get out of the old Louer dimension.

Eric saw horror on Storey’s face as the dark mist surrounded her to take her home. He also saw the glee on his father’s. Now he needs to know she arrived safely. What he finds is not what he wants to hear. She is not in her dimension or his. With Paxton’s stylus communicating with hers they figure out where she is and Eric goes to get her.

This is a favorite scene.

“You didn’t even make it to your home, did you?”

“No. As I left the party, your father waved at me. In his hand he had my stylus. At least what he thought was my stylus. Oh, he gloated like he knew something bad was going to happen – something I was not going to like. And he was right.” Storey shook her head at the memory. “When the mist dissipated, there were these horrible hands reaching for me. I don’t know if it was crossing the dimension or what but I blacked out. When I came to, I was alone in a large cave-like room.”

Eric closed his eyes. Damn. His father couldn’t have known about her fake stylus. He’d intended to separate Storey from her stylus, thus bringing about her death. Could he have also changed the destination in her codex? Did he even know how to do that? The one was bad enough, but if he’d done them both… well, Eric didn’t know what to think.

Could his father hate Storey that much? Or was this a desperate act of a desperate man? Could he have thought this was a way to regain his all powerful leadership status – using her as an example to others, perhaps? He’d never had to deal with outright defiance or a potential non-confidence vote before – until Storey. Could this be just about ego?

Or maybe fear was the basis of his father’s actions. Fear of losing everything he had? Eric had heard mutterings from several displeased council members and presumed his father had as well. Would that have been enough to precipitate these actions?

Eric would have to let this mess roll around in his head for a bit.

Right now he had bigger priorities – like getting Storey home safely.

“It’s going to be fine now. I have my codex and I brought another one for you.” By the time he’d finished speaking, Eric had unclipped the spare on his left and snagged her arm to clip it onto hers.

He stopped. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

Eric tapped her arm.

“I can’t see.”

“Lights on full.”

Instantly the lights turned on, giving Storey her first real look at the large room. She couldn’t believe the enormity of the space they were in. There had to have been many Louers living here to require a room of such size. It was bigger than the community center she’d gone to at home. “Wow. Look at this place.”

“Wow,” Eric said patiently, “Look at your arm.” He grabbed her left arm and gave it a good shake.

Staring, Storey frowned at the intricate swirls decorating her arm. They traveled from the back of her wrist to her elbow and around the underside. She felt nothing as she ran her fingers over it. There was no burning, scarring or even loose ink to come off on her fingers.

“I have no idea. I don’t know when or how I got these.”

“It’s also not on you; it’s a part of you. Your people have tattoos inked into their skin. These are considered marks of honor in my home. I have no idea if the Louers have something similar in theirs.”

“Marks of honor.” She snorted. They were pretty cool looking. “That might have made sense if your people had given them to me on the night of the celebration. But not here and now. My arm was clean when I left your place.”

“Somehow you’ve gained these marks in the time you’ve been here.” He studied her face carefully, a hint of humor in his eyes. “You are the strangest girl.”

“Oh,” she gasped, “that is so unfair.”

He grinned. “Only you could be banished to another dimension and come out with marks of honor without having any idea of how you got them.”

She snickered. “I found a few other things here too.” All humor fell away. Storey looked into his eyes, willing him to understand. “A lost Louer child for one. A little girl was accidentally left behind in the mass exodus of her people. According to my stylus there’s something wrong with the portal and the Louers can’t come back for her. She’s all alone.”

“What? A single juvenile? Oh, that’s not good.” Storey nodded emphatically. “Exactly. I’m glad you understand. So, you’ll help, right?”

Eric tried to figure out where Storey’s lightning quick mind was going. A Louer child alone probably wouldn’t survive and as much as he didn’t like the idea, it might be a kindness to kill her now and prevent her suffering. But from the hope on Storey’s face, he highly doubted he was going to like her solution.

“Help you do what?” he asked warily. Somehow he didn’t think he was going to like her answer.

“Help me return her to her parents. In the new dimension.”

Oh shit.
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 3695-3732). Valley Publishing.

Storey didn’t just find the Louer child she’s named Tammy, she also found more styluses. Everyone is about to get quite the education on those.

Of course getting Tammy to the new dimension isn’t going to be easy, and they don’t get it right the first time either. We they do but not, they encounter a faction against her father, so not a good place for any of them to be.

The styluses seem to be able to cause a bit of trouble by interfering when they shouldn’t.

Eric and Storey grow closer as they face many obstacles in their way to getting Tammy to her parents. More than just a couple of surprises as well and topped off by another OMG ending.

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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!

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Dangerous Designs – Design Book 1 by Dale Mayer


Dangerous Designs
Designs Book 1
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Dale Mayer

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Drawing is her world…
but when her new pencil comes alive,
it’s his world too.

Her…

Storey Dalton is seventeen and now boyfriendless after being dumped via Facebook. Drawing is her escape. It’s like as soon as she gets down one image, a dozen more are pressing in on her. Then she realizes her pictures are almost drawing themselves…or is it that her new pencil is alive?

Him…

Eric Jordan is a new Ranger and the only son of the Councilman to his world. He’s crossed the veil between dimensions to retrieve a lost stylus. But Storey is already experimenting with her new pencil and what her drawings can do – like open portals.

It …

The stylus is a soul-bound intelligence from Eric’s dimension on Earth and uses Storey’s unsuspecting mind to seek its way home, giving her an unbelievable power. She unwittingly opens a third dimension, one that held a dangerous predatory species banished from Eric’s world centuries ago, releasing these animals into both dimensions.

Them…

Once in Eric’s homeland, Storey is blamed for the calamity sentenced to death. When she escapes, Eric is ordered to bring her back or face that same death penalty. With nothing to lose, can they work together across dimensions to save both their worlds?

This is book 1 in the series and ends on a hook that is picked up in book 2.

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Story Dalton is reflecting on the loss of her boyfriend Jeff as she stomps through the woods. She’s kicking rocks and finally getting the release she needs. She’s about to kick yet another large rock when she spies something next to it, a pencil, delighted she picks it up. She loves to collect pencils finding value in what others toss away.

Once she picks up the pencil she find she has even more desire to draw. She spends every waking moment with the pencil sketching her teachers notice and so does the new boy at school.

This is a favorite scene.

“Hey, Storey?”

Storey spun around but continued to walk backwards. A tall man in black was walking up behind her. She frowned and reassessed her first impression. Not a man, a teen on the brink of adulthood. And one oddly familiar. Right. He was the new kid at school, a rare enough event that it caught even her attention. She’d caught a glimpse of him in the morning, navigating through the hallways. Tall and slim, dressed in black from top to toe, even his short hair matched, giving his white skin a bleached look in contrast. He’d make a perfect vampire.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Hi.” For the life of her she couldn’t remember his name. Her eyes locked on his square jaw, deep forehead and blazing blue eyes. His face would be hard to forget.

A lopsided grin slipped out, fascinating her.

“I’m Eric. You probably don’t remember me. I just started at school today.” He fell into step as she continued on her way.

“This is your first day and you know my name.”

“I recognized a fellow artist in the first class we shared and…” His smile deepened. “Your name would be hard not to know after the number of times I heard a teacher call it out today.”

“Oh.” Heat crawled up her face. Her stride stretched out, making him increase his pace to keep up.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.”

Surprised, she shot him a quick sideways glance. “You didn’t. Everyone knows I spend most of my time caught up in my art. Getting yelled at is no big deal.”

The same grin flowed in her direction. She watched, captivated at how his face changed with his moods. Her fingers itched for pencil and paper. His voice was striking too, gravelly with a sense of humor lurking just beneath the surface.

“What? Am I wearing my lunch on my face or something?” He swiped his chin self-consciously.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” she muttered and walked even faster.

“Hey slow down, we’re not racing anywhere. And you’re tall, but I’m taller.”

Confused, she slowed down, sliding a sideways glance his way. “What does height have to do with it?”

“That I can walk as fast as you, I just don’t want to.”

Yeah, he was weird. “You don’t have to walk with me at all.” She couldn’t help but point that out. Give him a chance to beg off and go his own way. It was kind of hard to believe he was still there in the first place.

“I know. I want to.”

She snorted. “And why would you want to do that?”

“Because I like your artwork. It’s unique, dark.”

This time there was no holding back the look of disbelief. “And you like dark art?”

“Yup. It’s cool.” They came to a corner. “This is where I turn off. I live just down there.” In spite of herself, Storey looked in the direction he pointed. He lived close to the old mine. Not the most affluent area of town. Still, it wasn’t loser city like where she lived.

“See you tomorrow.” He waved and walked away.

Storey crossed the road, watching as his lanky frame disappeared in the distance.

What was that all about?
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 183-190). Valley Publishing.

Eric Jordan is not just the new boy at school, he’s much more than that and Storey is about to find out her new pencil is more than a pencil.

Another dimension and her pencil is called a stylus, but it contains memories. Many questions and the council where she lands with Eric isn’t receptive to her presence or her gaining knowledge.

A bit of a cliffhanger but I bought the trilogy so I can just continue on with the next book.

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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!

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Killian – The Mavericks Book 15 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.

Killian
The Mavericks Book 15
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Killian is called up to retrieve a woman who’s been kidnapped, then escaped, only to be captured again.

With a sketchy SOS coming in, he’s tracking her from Vancouver to Alaska, where the intel finally stops.

The apple of her father’s eye, Stacey was a late gift in his life. But when it counted, he wasn’t there for her, leaving her alone and unprotected. On the run from her abusive ex, she’s kidnapped by a seasoned negotiator, who can see she’s in trouble. Only he plans to auction her off to the highest bidder.

With several threads running together on this mission, Killian must find the predator in the middle. It’s find him, take him out, or Stacey will never be safe again.

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As Killian sets off on his own mission with little time off, I wonder if I like the way they find themselves attracted to their mission goal more than the way they get their partner for the mission.

In this case it’s definitely a toss up. Hatch surprises Killian in his hotel room, which could have gone sideways but didn’t. Of course Jerricho is his handler on this one providing the intel they’ll need to accomplish their goal.

The town of Whitehorse has a strange atmosphere to Killian, it’s relatively early yet the streets are deserted. He’s taking a walk to familiarize himself with the route to the ransom dropsite. Hatch is out their too but Killian has that strange sensation of being followed.

Stacey Edgewater had escaped her kidnappers only to be kidnapped again. She was seen crawling out of a car on a ferry and became the prey to another lowlife. She’s figured out that the husband she left hired the first two but she hasn’t figured out the one that have her now. Now she’s informed she’s being sold but not like she figured, apparently two people want her and this kidnapper wants the money from both. He’s got money from one and he’s now about to collect from the other. Boy is he in for a surprise.

Even injured Stacey manages to get away, fortunately Killian is able to find her and help her stay hidden until they can both get away.

Then the fun begins.

“Great,” she said. “So now even my body is trying to hold me captive.”

“But this time, it’s for your own good,” he said. At the bathroom door, he looked at her and said, “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” she said and shut the door firmly in his face.

He chuckled.

Hatch looked at him and said, “Better watch it.”

“Why?”

“Sparks.”

“No, that’s everybody else, not me,” he said, with a shrug. “I’ve never been the one who would get picked in a basketball game and certainly not have the popular girl.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But you’ve got to admit, she’s an interesting character.”

Very,” he said. “Cute too.”

From the other side of the bathroom door, she yelled, “I’m right here, you know. I might be injured, but I’m not deaf.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “It’s not like I’ll lie about it. You are cute.”

She snorted. “Like hell. I’m cranky. I’m miserable. I look like shit, and I don’t like being lied to.”

“I’m not lying,” he said.

The door opened suddenly, and she glared at him. “No way anybody can look at this face right now and say I’m cute.”

He leaned forward and said, “You’re cute.”

She glared at him and pugnaciously stuck her chin out and said, “Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

At that, Hatch burst out laughing. “Oh, man,” he said, “I wish I had this on tape.”

On cue, both of them turned to glare at him as one.

At that, Killian asked, “Why? So you could send it to the rest of our team?”

“I should,” he said. “Or maybe just to her father.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. “He’s been bugging me to get into a permanent relationship ever since I filed for divorce.”

“Well, you probably figured that wouldn’t be a good idea, considering how you feel about your husband.”

“But my father loved my husband,” she said. “That’s why I had to bring him proof of what an asshat Max really is.”

Still smirking, Hatch turned and buried his face in his dinner.

Killian looked back at her and said, “Honestly, nothing in that bruising and puffiness hides your beauty.”

She shook her head and said, “You’re being ridiculous.” But her voice sounded more pleased than anything.

He smiled and asked, “Are you done in here? Can I help you back to your couch?”

“Since I’m up and all, I was hoping that maybe I could go to a bed?”

“Absolutely you can,” he said. “Pajamas are in that bag, if you want.”

She looked at him and said, “How about a nightie instead?”

“Why don’t we take a look,” he said. “And then we can figure out what else you might still need.”

“I don’t need anything,” she said. “I’m just really tired, and, with my leg injury, I don’t want to put on pants.”

“Wait here.” He brought the bag to her, and together they sorted through three sets of clothes, an oversize T-shirt, and weird shorts. He held them up and shrugged and said, “I honestly don’t know about these.”

She smiled and said, “Sleeper shorts. They’re perfect.” She grabbed the bag of clothes and shut the bathroom door in his face again.

“I could help you, you know?” he said through the door.

“Thanks anyway. I’ll be just fine.”

He waited, a big grin on his face, until he saw Hatch staring at him, with a smirk on his. Immediately Killian dropped the smile and said, “Don’t even go there.”

“Oh, I’ve already gone there,” he said. “Gone there and back a few times.”

“I wouldn’t think about it at all. You don’t know anything.”

“Nope, I don’t,” he said. “But, at the same time, I’m pretty happy with what I see.”

Killian groaned and said, “Just forget it.” When she opened the door, he looked at her and said, “Okay, I can see how that works.”

She smiled. “This should be good, for nighttime anyway.”

“Okay, so let’s get you to the bed, so I can dress the wound.”

She winced. “Is that really necessary?” He nodded. “Absolutely. We should have done it earlier, but the doc wanted it to dry and breathe a bit. Now that it’s dry, and you’re more or less as numb as you’ll be, we’ll bandage it up. That way, when you roll over in the night, you won’t catch those stitches in the bedding or the mattress and shriek from the pain.”

“That sounds horrible already,” she said, staring at him.

“Exactly, so let’s get you to the bed.” She hobbled to the bed, taking her time, and he let her. After her kidnapping ordeal, it was important for her to feel as independent as possible, and, when she finally got to the edge of the bed, she sank down heavily. “Okay, now I don’t feel so good,” she murmured.

“A little too much independence?”

“I don’t know, maybe just a little too much everything,” she said. She slowly flopped onto her back and lifted both legs onto the bed, until she was stretched out.

“You should’ve let me take the bedding off first.” She groaned and then sat back up and slid off the bed. He pulled the bedding back, and she laid back down again. He brought over the bag of medical supplies that the doctor had left him and quickly put on clean gauze and wrapped the large wound, covering all the stitches on her leg. “Maybe that’ll help,” he said, as he flipped a sheet over the top of her.

“Well, at least that’s not hurting anyway,” she said. Rolling over onto her good leg, she pulled the pillow underneath her head, yawned, and said, “I think I’m ready to sleep.”

“You need your pain pills and an antibiotic yet,” he said. “Let me get some water.” He stepped into the bathroom, filled a glass of water, and came out with the pain pill bottle and shook out two, then added the antibiotic. He handed them to her, as she shifted up onto her elbow, popped them into her mouth, and drank down the glass of water.

“That’s it, for me,” she said, pulling the sheet up a little higher.

“Do you want a blanket too?”

She shook her head. “Not at this point,” she said. “I’ll try it with just the sheet. It’s pretty warm in here.”

“It’ll get colder,” he said. “But that’s up to you.”

“Maybe in a bit,” she said. “If I can fall asleep like this, it’s all good.” With that, she drifted off.

He cleaned up his mess and put the trash in the bathroom garbage, then walked back to the little kitchenette area, where he wasn’t surprised to see Hatch still eating. “Still hungry?”

“A lot of work done today, and I haven’t had a ton of food.”

“Now you sound like her,” he said.

“It is what it is.”

“So you say,” he said. “We need to stand watch tonight.”

“Agreed. Way too much we don’t know yet,” Hatch said. “I’m still eating. You go crash.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

With that, Killian dropped onto the second bed, and closed his eyes. “Wake me if there’s anything.”
Dale Mayer. Killian (Kindle Locations 757-819). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Not only do they have to find and put an end to the kidnappings, the whole thing escalates with the knowledge that she took something from her husband when she left. Something he’ll do anything to get back.

I couldn’t put this book down, there’s a lot of crazy involved before things get solved and of course Killian and Stacey are in denial of the attraction, well mostly.

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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Noah’s Nemesis – Heroes for Hire Book 26 by Dale Mayer


Noah’s Nemesis
Heroes for Hire Book 26
By
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Dale Mayer

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Noah heard the woman’s cry for help through Levi’s phone, and he was already in the car and moving before anyone could stop him. He hated for any woman to be in distress, and this one sounded devastated. Having helped her once, he was determined to keep her safe, while the team tracked down her attacker.

Dianne was looking forward to her upcoming weekend seminar and even more to the few days with her friend, Ice, at the compound. Dianne wanted to talk over a business idea she was ready to put into place. Being attacked wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was Noah. Still she was happy to have him as a babysitter, given the circumstances.

Only someone has a grudge against Levi and sees Dianne as a way to get back at him.

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In the prologue of this book we get the initial message being sent to Levi through Dianne. She actually knew her attacker and she called Ice in a panic. Noah is there and volunteers to go get her and essentially becomes the one to protect her.

When he arrives to get her she’s not where he expected and they don’t head to the compound until she’s been to the hospital. At the compound there is a discussion about this Maxwell person and the reason he is targeting her. Of course it makes no sense but then when do these acts of violence make any.

Noah is the one who will stay with her through the conference she’s attending, she can’t cancel as she’s one of the presenters.

This is a favorite scene before they leave the compound.

Noah hadn’t meant to make it sound quite so harsh, but— from the pale skin, wide eyes, and shocked look on her face— he’d been a little more direct than he’d intended to be. He looked over at Ice and mouthed, Sorry.

Ice shrugged. “No style points perhaps, but he’s telling the truth.” She looked at Levi and asked, “Do you have anything for Noah in the next few days?”

He shook his head. “Now we do.”

Dianne glared at them. “You’ll saddle me with him?”

Noah snorted at that. “Why not?” he asked. “I’ve been there since the beginning.”

She nodded slowly. “No, you’re right there. You have been, indeed, and I shouldn’t be bitchy about it,” she said.

“Well, I’ll put that down to still being fairly stressed.”

She looked at him, smiled, and said, “Thank you for the rescue.”

He nodded his head elegantly and grinned at her. “You’re welcome,” he said, “but I’m still coming to the conference with you.”

She rolled her eyes at that. “You’ll really love it.”

“Can’t be that bad,” he said. “I mean, what was it? Natural foods? How bad could it be?”

She snorted. “Considering the time right now and the fact that I have to be back in about seven hours to give a workshop,” she said, “it could be pretty bad.”

He frowned. “Any security at this place?”

“Not any more than usual,” she muttered. “And it’s not like I can ask for more because I was attacked in the parking garage.”

“I already spoke to the hotel about that,” Levi said. “They don’t even have cameras on that level.”

“Of course not,” she said. “That would make life too easy. The good thing is, I can already ID the guy, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Exactly,” he murmured, then turned to Noah. “You okay to go into town for a few days?”

“He doesn’t have to stay there,” she protested, but Noah gave her a hard look.

“Yes, I do.”

She fell silent, picked up a cinnamon bun, popped a big bite in her mouth, and glared at him, as she chewed furiously.

He grinned and said, “That’s right. Take your temper out on that cinnamon bun instead.”

She groaned and said, “Now you’re making me feel like an idiot.”

“You’ve been through a shock, not to mention the bonk on the head,” he said. “You’re not thinking clearly.”

“That’s hardly the issue,” she snapped. And then she immediately pulled back. “But obviously I still have a problem.”

“Yeah, you think?” Noah got up. “If nobody needs me for a bit,” he said, “I’ll go grab my gear.” He turned and walked up the hallway to his room.

So many of the staff had their own room now. Up in his, one of the rooms for short-term stays, he quickly packed up his travel bag, which pretty much held everything he had because he really didn’t own much. That was good. He had several changes of clothes, and, other than that, he owned mostly fitness equipment, that he had put in the gym to use when he was here, and that wasn’t a whole lot either. He walked downstairs with his bag and dropped it in the front hall.

Stone walked over, took one look, and asked, “What are you up to?”

“Hey, when did you get back from Denver?”

“A couple days ago.” He nodded at the bag. “And?”

“I’ll go in to Houston with Di because she insists on returning to the conference, where she’s a speaker. I’m going along to keep an eye on her.”

“Good luck with that,” he said. “She doesn’t handle a guard very well.”

“Then I’ll have to go as her boyfriend,” he said cheerfully.

Stone started to laugh. “You know that just might work.”

Di apparently heard him from the kitchen, and she hopped up and raced out. “What?”

“You either get me as your guard,” he said, “or you get me as your partner.” He put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “So you might as well pick right now.”

“And what if I don’t want to pick?” she said, putting her hands on her hips, mimicking him. By now they’d attracted a crowd, with several other people standing around.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, “if you don’t pick, I will.”

“What will you pick?”

He gave her a flashing grin. “I’ll pick partner.”

She immediately shook her head. “If you want to be a partner, then I want you to be a guard.”

“Too damn bad,” he said. “I made the decision first.” And cheerfully he picked up his bag, walked outside, and threw it into the same truck he had taken into the city earlier.

She followed him out. “You can’t just make a decision like that without my okay.”

“Well, I already did,” he said. “I gave you a chance to pick. You didn’t, so I did. Done deal. Go back inside and get another cup of coffee to-go.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said.

He looked at her with interest. “Will you ever stop arguing?” he asked.

She frowned. “I’m not arguing.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Well, maybe you should ask some other people around here if you are or are not.” He watched as she turned to look at the crowd that had gathered. Flushed, she glared at him and said, “You’re making me crazy.”

“Hey, you were already crazy,” he said, as he walked up behind her and ushered her back into the kitchen. He grinned at Levi, shook his head, and said, “You sure you don’t have somebody else to go on this detail?”

“You’re perfect,” Ice announced from the table, where she sat, holding her son on her lap.

“I’ve got to wonder what you define as perfect in this case.”

She smirked at Noah. “Ask me that question in a few days.”

“Just don’t try any of your matchmaking stuff,” he said. He walked over, refilled his coffee cup, and sat down beside Di.

She glared at him. “You’re not my partner yet. No need to be so chummy.”

He snickered. “Glad you’ve adjusted to your new circumstances.” She shifted over in her chair, giving him the cold shoulder, and he laughed out loud.

Dianne faced Ice. “Really, is he the best you could do?”

Ice nodded. “Yep. He’ll look after you and keep you safe.”

Dianne’s shoulders slumped. “Fine,” she said, “but he wouldn’t be my choice.”

“Too bad,” Levi said, with a big grin. “He’s our choice.”
Dale Mayer. Noah’s Nemesis (Kindle Locations 452-507). Valley Publishing Ltd..

There’s plenty of intrigue as the conference begins. Noah fits right in as her ‘partner’ and I have to say I loved every single conversation they have.

Looking over their shoulders all the time is stressful but their vigilance is still overridden by Maxwell.

I couldn’t put this book down, there was something on almost every page to make me laugh, sniffle, or hold my breath.

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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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Tucker – The K9 Files Book 13 By Dale Mayer


Tucker
The K9 Files Book 13
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Tucker is always ready to fight for the underdog. So when he’s offered a mission to save the life of a dog unfairly judged and slated for termination, he can’t let her go down without a fight. Plus the dog is in Miami, where his sister lives, and … no way he can refuse to attend her upcoming wedding.

Addie knows her sister lied about being attacked by the dog, but Addie isn’t sure to what extent or how far her sister will go for revenge against an animal she hates. Yet Addie is determined to help the dog who she loves, even if no one else does. Finding a hero to champion her cause isn’t part of her plan, but she is quick to realize Tucker’s value when she meets him.

Now if only he didn’t have a nightmare scenario of his own … one that threatens to take them all down, including the dog.

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Right from the start we get to know that saving the war dog Bernie wasn’t going to be an easy task. She’s due to be euthanized for biting a woman, but there’s a lack of evidence and cooperation that makes it all very suspicious.

Tucker is ready to go home to Florida and when Badger tells him about Bernie he’s all for saving her. The question is how to go about it. His soon to be brother-in-law also has a problem on his construction site with a firebug and that just might be the answer.

The first thing Tucker has to do is see the dog and verify it is the war dog he’s looking for. What he finds disturbs him, the condition of the shelter and the manager’s attitude do nothing to ease his concerns. Bernie is immediately wary of the manager, but dismisses him as a threat. That’s more telling than anything else. There’s also the problem of no documentation on the incident. He also needs to interview the women who was bitten, she’s been uncooperative with the efforts made.

We meet Addie, the sister of the woman bitten. She’s trying to find a way to prove her sister is lying. Ironically the dog and her sister share the same name, Bernie. Apparently Bernie pressured her parents to adopt the K9 for that reason and she always gets her way. Addie has mostly gotten away from Bernie’s manipulation and only checks on her when their parents are away like they are now. She’s been visiting Bernie at the shelter as she tries to find a way to save her. This time she meets Tucker.

This is a favorite scene.

As she stepped in, Bernie’s tail wagged madly. Addie smiled, crouched in front of her, and said, “Hey, girl.”

And Bernie immediately bounced to her feet and gave her a huge welcome.

“That’s good to see,” he said. “I was worried after all the reports I’d heard that she had bitten somebody.”

“I’m not worried about getting bit,” she said. “It’s the euthanasia that’s supposed to happen on Friday that worries me.”

“I know,” he admitted. “I was hoping to find a way to stop it.”

“You and me both,” she said. The dog licked her face and then calmed down slightly, and Addie looked at the man. I didn’t introduce myself,” she said. “I’m Addie.”

He reached out a hand and shook hers. “And I’m Tucker,” he said. “I came on behalf of the War Dog Division to see what’s going on here.”

She brightened. “Oh, I’m really glad to hear that,” she cried out. “Can you rescue her?”

“Well, that’s what we’re trying to figure out. It seems the dog is being railroaded, and nobody appears to care that she’s a War Dog. At the moment it’s likely she’ll be put down before I have a chance to make a case for her.”

“That’s something I was trying to avoid.” She frowned. “And I don’t know what kind of pull my sister had to make this all happen, but I hate it,” she murmured, burrowing her face in Bernie’s ruff. “Because this dog deserves better.”

“But when we’re up against the court cases, it’s a hard thing to do,” he murmured. “They get on this pathway, and to get a stay of an order is much harder.”

“And yet this dog didn’t deserve any of it,” she said.

“Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t, but I’m glad to hear that you think she doesn’t.”

“No way,” she said. “It’s just so damn sad.”

“It is at that,” he said, “but we’re not out of hope, as it hasn’t happened yet.” She looked at him with a smile on her face. “If you need any help, count me in.”

He looked at her a moment and then nodded. “Any idea what we can do?”

“No, I was hoping you did.” Her hopes fell, as she realized he didn’t know how to save Bernie either. “If you don’t have any legal pull from the War Dog Division or the government,” she said, “then I don’t think anybody can do anything about her.” She looked around and said honestly, “Sometimes I think, each time I’m here, that I should just steal her and run.”

“If that was the answer,” he said, “I’d do it too.”

She nodded and frowned. “But we’d be seen,” she said. “I don’t know how many cameras they have on this place, but there’s no way to do it without being seen.”

“I hear you,” he said quietly, gently stroking the dog’s ears, as she stretched out on her side, her legs kicked out in front of her and her head on his thigh.

“She accepted you so fast,” she murmured, studying him.

His smile was deep, gentle. “She knows I’m no threat. I’m still trying to figure out your sister’s motivations,” he said, “because that might be the easiest way to get this fixed.”

“I think it’s probably too far gone for that,” she said. “And then my sister …” Addie stopped.

“Your sister what?”

She winced. “I …” Then she stopped again. “You know I’ll hear it all anyway, so it’s probably easier if I hear it from you.”

She shook her head. “There’s no easy about it,” she said. “I don’t know quite what happened, but my sister and this dog did not get along right from the beginning. Bernie— the dog— didn’t like Bernie, my sister, at all.”

“Well, I happen to trust this dog’s instincts more than I do people’s,” he said. “So what’s wrong with your sister?”

She gave a bitter laugh. “So much,” she said, “but one of the biggest issues is she’s just very selfish and very self-centered. And I know that’s a terrible thing to say about my own sister, but it just seems like everything she’s ever done was more about her. She’s very high maintenance.”

“A lot of women are,” he said. “That doesn’t make them bad people.”

“No.” Addie blew out a long hard sigh. “And I sound like I’m a jealous sister, and that’s not what I mean at all,” she said. And, of course, he didn’t understand. Why would he? Besides, he was male, and she gave a bitter laugh, as he had yet to even meet her sister. Bernie was a stunner. Men fell for her all the time. It just blew Addie away that they could bypass all her personality issues and become enamored with what they thought they saw instead of what was really there.

“Do you think she held it against her that the dog didn’t like her?”

“I know so, and she got to really hate her because everybody else loved her.”

“So this was personal?”

“How can it be personal?” she asked in wonderment. “It’s a dog.”

“Was it a competition though?”

She stared at him, her brows crinkled. “Maybe,” she said, “I guess if you want to look at it that way.”

“Well, how else do you look at it?” he asked curiously.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems a strange thing to say.”

“Maybe,” he said, “but it seems like we have a bite, supposedly a second and third bite, the injury bad enough that we have a doctor’s report somewhere that we have to deal with. And because the owners themselves surrendered the dog and said that she’s too dangerous for them to handle and that they want to put her down, there’s nothing to stop this.”

“Which is why I’ve been fighting so hard. My parents aren’t even in town.”

“And where are they?”

She winced because, of course, this would make her parents look stupid too. “They went on holiday.”

He stared at her.

“I know,” she said. “They don’t handle this kind of stress very well.”

“They applied for and adopted, after quite a process, a War Dog. This War Dog.”

“I know,” she said, “and, when it got here, they thought it would be a solution, but instead it became a problem.”

“Did they get along with the dog?”

“Yes, actually they did. My dad likes her.”

“And yet he was okay for her to be put down?”

“I don’t think that was it as much as the fact that, once my sister got badly hurt, they were horrified and immediately wanted to be clear of the problem. And my dad is a strong proponent of animals, but only if they’re kept properly. And, in this case, he believes that the War Dog was defective from the beginning, and it was a bad deal, so they needed to just get rid of it.”

“Defective?” he asked in an ominous tone.

She shrugged. “I think he thought that it was injured in some way, and that’s why it was being retired, and nobody told them the full facts, and they ended up with a dog that has a screw loose.”

“Right,” he said. He looked down at Bernie. “Does she look like she has a screw loose?”

“I never thought that,” she said quietly.

“It’s too bad you couldn’t have looked after the dog,” he said, eyeing her.

“Wouldn’t that have been nice,” she said, “but I wasn’t given that option.”

“And why is that?” She shook her head.

“Wouldn’t you have been a better answer than killing her?”

“No, because in my parents’ world, they probably thought that I would just get bit too.”

“I wonder though,” he said. “It’s possible, but, as I don’t know what set it off in the first place, I don’t know how to explain whether it would happen again or not.”

“I don’t think it would happen again,” she said. “By the time my parents went for a holiday, my sister thoroughly hated the dog, and the poor thing’s life was not great. I didn’t know who I was supposed to complain to. I kept interfering, but I don’t live at home, and my parents just had enough, and they left Bernie with Bernie. I don’t know what happened after that.”

“So there was a bad situation, which they couldn’t handle, and they just walked?” he asked incredulously.

She looked at him, and then, not knowing what else to do, she answered with the truth. “Yes.”
Dale Mayer. Tucker (Kindle Locations 379-451). Valley Publishing Ltd..

This is a nail-biter of a book as Tucker and Addie race the clock to prevent Bernie from being euthanized. They also find themselves very attracted to each other.

There’s also the firebug to solve and a wedding to attend.

Dale writes these psychological intrigues to keep you at the edge of your seat the entire time and the romance between Tucker and Addie just adds to it all.

This is now my favorite of the series and I 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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Fallon’s Flaw – Bullard’s Battle Book 6 by Dale Mayer


Fallon’s Flaw
Bullard’s Battle Book 6
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Fallon returns to Africa and Bullard’s home base to follow the only active lead they have in their hunt for their plane saboteur. Once home, Fallon finds Dave, Bullard’s right-hand man, heading out to check on a lead for Bullard, and Dave’s niece, Linny, is home for a visit. Fallon and Linny have shared both good and bad moments, as the two of them dance around a long-term attraction—which Fallon refuses to pursue, not wanting his relationship with Bullard and the crew at the compound to change.

Linny plans to confront Fallon but instead finds an old beau dropped dead on the front steps of the compound, considered her second home. Uncle Dave is everything to her, and Bullard sent her to medical school, yet it’s Fallon she keeps coming back to see.

As her world implodes, the same issues facing Fallon take a turn for the worse… putting them all in danger.

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Fallon returns to Africa just as Dave is getting ready to leave following a possible lead on Bullard.

Dave’s niece Lindsey is there on vacation from medical school and would be taking over his duties while he’s gone. Well she would keep the guys fed anyway and treat any injuries that may occur. Fallon isn’t thrilled over ‘babysitting’ but Lindsey isn’t a child she’s a doctor preparing to specialize in surgery. Quinn is meeting Fallon and it turns out he arrives in time to take Dave to the airport so Linny as he calls her isn’t left alone.

There’s been some strange things going on with the alarm system and when it goes off for no apparent reason, Fallon becomes suspicious. As Quinn and Fallon start looking into it, they start wondering if someone might think Lindsey is there alone. When they question her she relates about the creepy, with the guy who always seems to know when Lindsey comes to visit.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“There’s nothing to explain,” Lindsey said. “If it was important, I’m sure Uncle Dave would have mentioned it to you.”

“Well, that certainly gets our interest,” Quinn said.

She shrugged. “Last time I was here, there was that guy— remember him?”

Quinn asked, “The delivery guy?”

“If that’s the one you’re talking about, that was a few years ago, wasn’t it?” Fallon asked.

“Well, that’s when it started, but he always seems to know when I come into town.” She shrugged. “In the beginning, it was kind of flattering.”

“And now it’s obviously not,” Fallon said, crossing his arms over his chest.

She could already see his anger vibrating, just at the edge of his frame. “No, it’s not,” she said. “But it hasn’t gotten particularly bad either.”

“Okay, so how bad has it gotten?” Quinn asked.

“He just won’t take no for an answer.”

“Well, that’s bad enough,” he said. “How far wrong has he gotten?”

“Come on,” she said coolly. “It’s not like he’s attacked me or anything.”

“How does he contact you?”

“He usually texts me or calls,” she said. “Uncle Dave changed my number before I came over here, so the guy can’t see if I’m in town. Because we were trying to figure out how he always knew when to call.”

“Yeah, that’s a good question. So how does he know?”

“Uncle Dave figured that he had some kind of alert set up, whenever I hit town.”

“Well, that’s fairly dedicated,” Quinn said, sounding surprised. “Outside of keeping watch on the compound, I’m not sure how he’d do that.”

“It’s also fairly creepy,” Fallon said. “Does Dave realize that something happened, since you came back?”

“Yes, but we thought we fixed it,” she said. “I didn’t think it had anything to do with the security system.”

“Well, I don’t like the sound of it either way,” Fallon said, firming his jaw.

She stared at him. “It’s got nothing to do with you anyway.”

Quinn whistled at that. “Well, if that wasn’t guaranteed to get his goat, I don’t know what else would.”

She glared at him. “It’s got nothing to do with either of you. He’s just some guy who’s got it in his head that I’m supposed to be somebody special to him, and he’s wrong.”

“But some people get it in their head,” Fallon said, “and unfortunately you’ve not shaken him loose, no matter what you tell him.”

“So I’m supposed to just let this guy dominate my life or what?”

“Obviously we would have preferred that it not go down that way,” Fallon said. “But a stalker like this can be very dangerous. And, if he’s doing something to the security system, then that’s even more dangerous.”

“Do you know what he does for a living now?” Quinn asked.

“Last I knew, he was doing IT for a gold mine or something over here, working at one of the older mines,” she said, with a shrug.

“An IT background is a little more concerning,” Quinn said. “I think I’ll take a walk around, take a closer look at that box he left behind, and see if we’ve got anything else happening.”

“Sounds good,” Fallon said. “Maybe take a bug detector too, to see if he’s somehow gotten into the house.”

“You think?” Quinn frowned. “I guess, with less of our team here, it’s possible.”

“In theory,” Fallon said, “he could have shut down the security and come in at any point in time when he thought it was empty. Then he could have done whatever he wanted.” Fallon turned and looked at her.

“When did you get here?”

“Three days ago.”

“When did he contact you last?”

“Within an hour of my arrival,” she said in a dry tone. His eyebrows shot up, and she nodded. “I have no idea how he knew. Neither did Uncle Dave. He wasn’t real happy about it, but he had a talk with the team, and they just laughed and said it wasn’t any of them.”

“But you had the guy’s text.”

“Uncle Dave gave him the warning of his life. The guy said somebody hacked his phone. Anyway, Uncle Dave didn’t consider the guy much more than an overzealous admirer.”

“He wasn’t really worried about it?” She nodded. “So,” Fallon continued, “if we told you that he had completely screwed with the electronics system so he could get in and out of the compound whenever he wanted, how would you feel?”

“A little more dismayed maybe,” she said.

“I would hope so. The fact of the matter is, it looks like somebody has access to something we don’t really want them to have access to, and that’s a concern. Because, if he can get in and out, you could be sound asleep when he comes next.”

In the end, Quinn jumped in and added, “Remember. He probably saw me leave with Dave.”

She looked at him, chewed on her bottom lip, and she thought about it. “Do you think he’s planning on coming in tonight?”

“I don’t know what his plans are,” Fallon said. “But I think it’s something that we have to assume is possible and be prepared for it.”

“In that case,” she said, “maybe we shouldn’t remove whatever he put in place and use it to trap him instead.”

“I like the way she’s thinking,” Quinn said, with a big grin.

“But listen,” she said. “You can’t just assume that this guy is nothing more than a lovesick stalker because I haven’t had any relationship with him.”

“And that’s possible,” he said, “but it could also be exactly as it seems.”

“I guess,” she said. “It’s still bizarre.”

“No doubt about it,” he said. “But that’s how these stalkers can be. They get a very narrow focus, and nothing else is important in their world but getting the object of their desire.”

“I really don’t like the way you said that,” she murmured.

“Maybe not, but maybe it’ll keep you safer if it keeps you more aware.”

She shrugged. “Or you’re just making too much out of it,” she said lightly. But inside she knew that they weren’t, and she realized this could be a serious problem. “Maybe I’ll just go home early,” she said, with a shrug.

“Well, you could, but then he’ll just wait until you come back again.”

“Once I go back, I could be there for years,” she said.

“And yet you’re so close to Dave. So, chances are, you’ll come back and see him on a regular basis. Do you really want to deal with this every time?”

She sat here, tapping the counter, watching the ice cream melt. Finally she put away the ice cream and said, “You guys should eat.” And she handed off the desserts.

“Do we get dinner first?”

“No,” she said. “It’s not dinnertime yet. And, hey, why wait?”

Neither of them argued, and they both quickly sat down and ate their pie in front of her.

She had a small piece, but her mind was consumed with the problems at hand. “I haven’t had anything to do with him,” she murmured. “I don’t understand why he’d even care.”
Dale Mayer. Fallon’s Flaw (Kindle Locations 374-434). Valley Publishing.

The next thing we know that creepy guy is dead at the front gate.

With it just being Fallon and Quinn, Linny has to stay close. What they discover is more than a simple stalker.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue in this, as Dave checks out folks that have been pulled out of the ocean. It turns out to be more than just one lead it’s several in different locations.

The attraction with Fallon and Lindsey is explosive and this time she’s not going to let him get away.

We are getting closer to finding Bullock, yet not. I really can’t wait for 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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