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Kano’s Keep – Bullard’s Battle Book 5 by Dale Mayer


Kano’s Keep
Bullard’s Battle Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Catherine. DeeDee. Paris. Kano had hoped to never deal with the three again. The woman he loved, her dragon of a mother, and a city to bring the best—and worst—memories to mind. A return trip leads to a conversation with DeeDee, which sheds more light on who is behind Bullard’s murder in that planned plane explosion.

After seeing Catherine again, Kano can’t stop thinking about her. That young woman matured into someone he couldn’t have imagined and now can’t forget. However, he’s afraid her powerful mother is setting him up to die—yet again.

Catherine hadn’t expected to see Kano again, but this time she’s not letting him walk away. And she’s prepared to face off against her snake of a mother to save him. Catherine must plumb the depths of her own soul and that of her family to save Kano—and herself.

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Bullard’s still missing and his team is determined to find him and eliminate those who are trying to do the same to them. All the clues are leading to DeeDee and her crew which doesn’t make sense but yet it does.

Kano has history here, DeeDee’s daughter Catherine is someone he loved a long time ago, but she wasn’t ready to know the truth of everything around her.

As we get our first look at Catherine her mother tells her Kano’s coming and the conversation somehow turns to DeeDee’s husbands and the fact they’re all dead. She really hoped Kano would stay away from her mother, but obviously that’s not going to happen. A text to Kano gets a response that has her going to the dinner they’re having with ‘the black widow’.

This is a favorite scene of that dinner.

Kano leaned toward DeeDee. “In that case, maybe you’ll do your best to help us find him then?”

At that, her mother’s gaze widened. “You think he’s alive?” She sat forward eagerly.

“Absolutely,” he said. “We’re just figuring out if he was kidnapped or if somebody else is hiding him, since people are still after him.”

“People like Bullard always have people after them,” DeeDee said. “That’s the way you judge them, by the enemies they have.”

“Says you,” Kano said easily. “Not everybody thinks that same way.”

“Then they’re fools,” she said. “I heard he had crashed,” she admitted abruptly. Just then the waiters arrived, and silence fell on the table. The food was served, including Catherine’s dish. She smiled her thanks, and, once the waitstaff disappeared, Kano looked back at her mother and asked, “What did you hear?”

“I heard that the plane had been blown up,” she said. “That’s not exactly something you can keep quiet.”

“Who did you hear it from?”

“One of my men,” she said.

“Gregg?”

“No. If Gregg had come to me, I could have helped him,” she snapped. “I would never have blamed him for Bullard’s crash.”

“And yet somebody who worked for you tried to persuade him to be a part of it.”

“When they couldn’t,” she said, with a shrug, “they tried to blame Gregg. Everybody needs a patsy.”

“And the people who work for you were behind this?”

“Nobody said they were behind it,” she said. “And they aren’t people who work for me. They were people who used to work for me.”

“So tell me about them.”

“Rod is an arrogant SOB, who thinks he’s too good to work for a woman,” she said immediately. “He has aligned himself with a bunch of people I rejected as not having sufficient qualities or the correct morals to work for the company,” she said, “but water will always find its own level, and he found his.”

“You think they’re behind it?”

She frowned. “I wouldn’t have thought so,” she said, “but it would be hard to decide that without more information.”

“Any idea where we can find their offices?”

“As far as I know, they’ve all hit the ground, running in the opposite direction. Whatever the hell you guys did in England these last couple days has split them all up.”

“Or made it look like they’re split up,” Kano said.

She frowned and nodded. “You never really can tell,” she said. “They’re rats, all of them.”

“Interesting,” he murmured.

She glared at him. “You might not like me,” she said, “but you did almost become my son-in-law.”

“Maybe,” he said, “and you’re right. I don’t particularly like you.”

She laughed out loud at that. “Good thing,” she snapped, “because I would have taken off your head at some point in time. You hurt my daughter. That’s inexcusable.”

It was all Catherine could do to keep her mouth shut on that point.

Her mother looked at her and said, “You never did understand, did you?”

“I still don’t apparently,” she said. “Why would you have anything to do with Kano and me?”

“Because you were too innocent,” she said. “Somebody had to look after you.”

“That’s how you raised me,” she said.

“I did, but I didn’t expect you to be quite so …” And she left it hanging.

“So naïve?”

“Yes, that’s true. Naïve is a good way to describe it.”

She frowned at her mother. “I’m not that bad,” Catherine said.

“Not now,” she said. “You’re finally showing a bit of spine. But you’re still a long way off. You’re like a kitten with these little claws.”

The insult was blatant. Catherine wasn’t sure what was behind it, but she took it with a bright smile. “I see you’re as direct as always,” she said.

“It’s not as if you’ve had lunch or dinner with me in the last year, have you?”

“No, I haven’t,” she said, “but I don’t live here permanently either.”

“Yet Kano crooks his finger, and here you are,” she said snidely.

“You don’t know anything about the relationship that I have with Kano,” Catherine said coolly. “Or why I may have come. The fact remains, you never invited me.”

“I didn’t know you were in town, did I?”

At that, Catherine burst out with honest laughter.

“That is definitely a lie,” she said. “Dear Mother, you always keep track of where I am every moment in the day.”

Her mother glared at her. “You’re my daughter. What do you expect me to do?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “You’ve never been a typical mother, so typical mother things don’t apply.”

“Maybe I can learn,” her mother said.

Was that a note of desperation? Catherine decided she’d imagined it. “I don’t think so,” she said. “You are who you are.”

“Damn right I am,” she said, “and the sooner you accept that, the better off everybody will be.”

“Interesting,” she said. “I didn’t think what I believed impacted you in any way,” she said.

“It doesn’t.” And, with a sneer, she looked at the guys. “I’ll send you an address,” she said. “It’s the last one I have for that group. I was keeping tabs on them to see how much trouble they could get into. If they had anything to do with Bullard, I don’t know about it.”

“Good enough,” Kano said.

DeeDee had finished her dinner, and, without a word, she stood, waved her hand, and said, “The least you can do is pay for my dinner.” At that, she turned and walked out.

Fallon muttered, “We intended to in the first place.”

Her mother laughed and disappeared from sight.

“It’s just my mother’s way to have a parting shot, so it makes her look in control,” Catherine murmured, setting her fork on her almost empty plate.

Kano looked at her in surprise.

She smiled a little sheepishly and said, “Yes, I’ve grown up.”

“Good,” he said, with feeling.

“You don’t have to make it sound that bad.”

He flushed in surprise.

She pivoted in her seat to face him. “I was young. I was naïve— make that stupid. I know,” she said. “I’ve spent a lot of years trying to regain control of my life.”

“Sounds like you have,” he said.

She shrugged. “There was room.”

“Sure,” he said, “but just because there’s room doesn’t mean people are ready to make the change they need to.”

“And not everybody,” she said, “is capable of seeing the change that has to be made.”

He tilted his head, focused on Catherine’s eyes, her expression. “Sounds like you have come a long way. I’m glad for you,” he said, with a nod.

“What about you?”

He stared at her, nonplussed.

She smiled. “You never did know what to do with direct talk, did you?”

“I can talk directly with the best of them, but, once it comes to relationship stuff, it gets a whole lot more confusing.”

At that, she burst out laughing. “Not really,” she said. “It’s actually very, very simple.”

“No. No, it isn’t,” he said, “because, right now, you’re talking in circles, and I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” she said, “but it was important to me— for my growth and for my future— that I let you know that I’m no longer the same innocent child that I was.”

“And, for that, I’m happy,” he said sincerely.

She smiled, nodded, and said, “I’m happy with my growth too.” She placed her napkin beside her plate. Then she stood, and both men stood at her side. She turned to Fallon. “It was nice meeting you, Fallon.”

“Likewise,” he murmured, and she also felt a certain sincerity in his words. Feeling triumphant, she quickly made good on her exit.
Dale Mayer. Kano’s Keep (Kindle Locations 359-428). Valley Publishing.

The dinner is just the starting point, there are still many unanswered questions.

Catherine’s profession also adds some interesting twists in this tale as the guys help her out. There’s plenty of attraction between her and Kano, but there’s also the problem of her mother.

With action, suspense, more than a little intrigue and a love that never really died, we get closer to the truth of what’s happened with Bullard.

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

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

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

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Nash – Hathaway House Book 14 by Dale Mayer


Nash
Hathaway House Book 14
By
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Dale Mayer

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Nash has been struggling to get back on his feet after his last set of surgeries. He pushed for a transfer to Hathaway House on an old friend’s recommendation and finally made it there—after multiple frustrating delays—only to find that he isn’t ready for the strides he hopes to make in the new facility.

To add insult to injury, on his first day at Hathaway House, he comes face-to-face with Alicia, the only woman he’s ever loved and the last woman he’d want to see him in his current condition.

Alicia let Nash go more than a decade ago, unwilling to settle for a long-distance relationship with the sailor, certain that her future would bring other dreams and other loves. But, when her brother fell ill, all her dreams shattered. She devoted herself to nursing him and, after his death, to helping others.

Seeing Nash again is both pleasure and pain. The rapport between them is instant, as if the years apart had never happened. But, if they couldn’t make things work back then, when life was bright and new, do the people they’ve become in the years since have a shot at a future together?

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Nash is getting frustrated, there’s a bed for him a Hathaway House but he hasn’t yet been cleared. While this isn’t uncommon, in his case a four day wait becomes eleven and he was more than ready to start fresh. He promised his roommate Owen he would let him know how things work out. Like many new residents he first starts to check things out, only to step wrong and hurt himself. On top of the travel stress and general tiredness the pain and cramping is intense.

Having read the other books in this series, when Shane walks in and starts asking him questions about the hows and location of the pain then offers a massage of the area, I was screaming let him help you! Sigh alas Nash is going to suffer in silence for a bit.

Then he hears a voice he recognizes but thinks it’s his imagination. His once girlfriend Alicia couldn’t be here. He didn’t tell anyone he was coming this close to home. Nursing wasn’t what Alicia was planning on doing, but then people do change their minds, or circumstances do.

Alicia is on his team and he’s okay with that, but she still hasn’t come in to say hello like others on his team have. She has a conversation with Dani before she does, I really loved their reunion in spite of the professionalism.

This is a favorite scene.

She smiled at him and said, “Hello, Nash. It’s been a long time.”

“A long time, a lot of years, and a lot of distance,” he admitted slowly. Then he smiled and said, “You still look gorgeous.”

She flushed. “I forgot how easily you could turn a compliment,” she said with the shake of her head.

“You used to like it,” he said. “Also I never lie. I meant it. You still look stunning. I, on the other hand, I’m a broken caricature of when you last saw me.”

“But the inside hasn’t changed, I hope,” she said as she walked in slowly. “You used to be very caring and friendly, willing to help anybody.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But our circumstances have certainly changed, and my abilities have certainly changed, so I’m not the one to step up anymore.”

“Understood,” she said. “Right now you’re the one who needs help, and I don’t remember you being very good at accepting help.”

He gave a harsh laugh at that. “I doubt that’s changed,” he said with a nod. “Figures that you’d remember that.”

“Well, you were a bit on the stubborn side,” she said with a chuckle.

“A bit?” He smiled at her. “It’s good to see you, but I don’t remember nursing being part of your future plans.”

“Nope,” she said. “Remember Jerry, my brother?”

He nodded.

“He ended up with cancer, and he’s gone,” she said, feeling even now— two years after his passing and the seven years before that dealing with his cancer— tears forming at the back of her eyes. “He didn’t go very quickly, and it sent me on a path, out of frustration, of trying to do something to help him, and there was just nothing I could do. So I thought that maybe I could help somebody else instead,” she said quietly.

He nodded slowly. “I’m sure that health care has received a guardian angel,” he said. “I’m so sorry about Jerry. He was always the jokester of the group.”

“Well, the laughter finally left him,” she said. “His last few months were absolutely terrible. During that time, I’ve never been so traumatized, prayed so often, and wished for so much that could never be. My parents split up afterward. They couldn’t handle his loss. Instead of bringing them closer, it broke them up, and that was another whole trauma that I wasn’t prepared to deal with.” She then added, “I don’t know. It’s their problem, but, at the same time, it doesn’t feel like it’s just their problem.”

“Of course not,” he said, frowning. “Your parents, they’re the best.”

“Well, they still are,” she said. “Each in their own world at the moment.”

“Any chance of them getting back together again?”

“I would say no,” she said, “but who knows. They haven’t remarried, but I’m not sure either has dealt with the loss of Jerry, so I’m afraid they won’t move on. They can’t move on.”

“And sometimes people can’t pull together in trauma,” he said. “I had friends before my accident, but, after the accident, they disappeared. Not everybody can handle seeing or dealing with the way I am now. People don’t like to come visit me in a hospital or a VA center. Those are depressing places to be for most people. So my friends wanted to be outside, playing ball or going to a movie. They don’t want to sit and just talk to me.”

“And I can see how that would be a challenge too,” she said. “I never thought of that. Once Jerry got sick, his friends all clustered around at the beginning, but, as the months went on, he lost them all.”

“It’s an individual journey,” Nash said. “Not an easy one. But, at the end of the day, you realize that you were born into this life alone. Then, when some of these really heavy events happen, you end up depending on only yourself. I think that death will be a similar journey. I came in alone, and I’ll leave alone.”

“That sounds terrible,” she cried out. “I was with Jerry the whole time.”

A whisper of a smile crossed his face. “Good for Jerry,” he said. “I think that was probably the best gift you could have given him.”

“No,” she said, her tone turning harsh. “The best gift would have been a longer and healthier life, but I couldn’t do anything about that. None of us could.” Then she gave herself a mental shaking. “I didn’t mean to bring up all that negativity,” she said, taking a slow, deep breath. “I have to remember that what happened to Jerry won’t happen to everybody.”

“No,” he said. “It can, but that doesn’t mean that it will.”

She smiled. “Exactly, so I’m working on that whole positivity thing.”

“Good,” he said. “So am I, although it doesn’t sound like we’re doing all that great with it.”

She laughed out loud. “I don’t know. You sound much more positive than I am.”

“Nope,” he said. “I have those lovely days, where everything looks bright and sunny and where I know I can make it. Then I have those not-so-lovely days, where I know I’m useless, washed out, and will never be a contributing member of society again. You don’t plan for these life events, but you get hit sideways by them anyway.”

“Ditto,” she said, sighing. “I came in to introduce myself, to say hi, and to welcome you to Hathaway and all that good stuff,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll come back when we figure out how your schedule will proceed. I worked here some years ago but haven’t been here recently very long myself. So I’m not familiar with everything that goes on during rehab. I came to work at Hathaway House because I needed a change of attitude, and I needed to feel like I could help somebody. So I’m really glad that you’re here. It’s good to reconnect.” She lifted her hand, gave him a small wave, and walked out.

Once Alicia was outside his room, her heart slamming against her chest, her feet slowed, as she made her way down the hallway. As much as it was nice to see him, it was also terrifying to see him like this. He was not the same vibrant man she had known; he was not the same physically fit man who could take on the world. He looked and reminded her so much of her dying brother that she wasn’t sure she could do this.

She counted slowly to five while noting her breath, then repeated that calming technique, realizing that she needed to get a grip because, if anybody saw that she was the one who was depressed, she knew she couldn’t stay here. Not only would she not help herself but she would be of no value to any of the people who needed her, and that was what she had to focus on— the patients. They needed what she had to offer, even if she couldn’t define just what that was at this moment.
Dale Mayer. Nash (Kindle Locations 191-243). Valley Publishing Ltd..

As Nash begins his journey, he finds how different the professionals here are. He also loves the animals that he sees around, some permanent residents others temporary at the vet clinic downstairs..

The addition of a miniature horse is a source of quite a few giggles from me as Dani can’t resist any more than Stan can.

Alicia has things to work through as well, it’s a suggestion from Nash that gets her started after another uncomfortable conversation with her mother.

Alicia’s parents are another thing she is trying to deal with alone and their is plenty of support at Hathaway House.

I love the way Nash and Alicia’s relationship begins anew as they begin healing journeys together and apart.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, and if you haven’t started it yet, there are now bundles of three to help you catch up quickly.

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

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

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


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Scales – Broken But Mending Book 3 by Dale Mayer


Scales
Broken But Mending Book 3
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Dale Mayer

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It’s a question of justice.
A debate between right and wrong.
But what happens when the lines blur, can justice prevail?

Paris believes she’s in the clear–thwarted justice. Weaver is powerless, waiting for justice.

Paris escaped a situation that some would consider a crime. She worries constantly that the day of reckoning is around every corner. Weaver seeks justice like hunter seeking prey. His biggest fear is that the day of reckoning he deserves will never come.

Forced to deal with very deep and personal problems, Paris and Weaver, complete strangers, agree to a therapy assignment that seems radical and frightening.

As they navigate the boundaries between right and wrong, against shattered hearts, can Paris and Weaver balance the scales of justice to find what they’re looking for?

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In the previous book ‘Scars’ we met Sean, Paris’ brother. Paris wasn’t accepted to that session, because Dr. Jenna Komak said she wasn’t ready yet. Now it’s her turn, she’s eager, a bit anxious and is trying not to attract attention.

Weaver doesn’t think he needs the seminar, so Jenna’s challenged him. Since he thinks he’s immune she wants him to write a paper on it and if at the end he still feels immune she’ll help him get it published. It’s one of the things on his bucket list, a challenge he’s determined to meet.

The addition of a question to their ‘homework’ brings back all of Paris’ fears as she wrote her answer. Realizing what she wrote and unable to share that she tears it off and rolls it up. When she drops it Weaver is about to pick it up when she grabs it and swallows it. An unusual response that perks his curiousity.

There assignment from Jenna is to center on their differing perspective of justice. Paris is skeptical and is ready to bolt after she finds he is writing a report to hopefully be published. She seeks out Jenna and after their talk she decides Weaver needs the help as much as she does.

The two of them have different issues as has been the case in the previous books as well. They begin getting to know each other, walking in the cool fall air to the ocean.

This is a favorite scene.

It was the last thing she wanted to do, but her feet had a mind of their own and fell into step beside him. The air was cool for a September day. The moist, slightly salty air revitalized her spirits. Normally the spring and fall here were warm and stunningly beautiful with bright blue skies. Today offered the beautiful part, but it wasn’t warm or blue. She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and let the world stroll by as she walked.

“We’ll head towards the ocean.”

“Wherever.” She shrugged.

“Are you cold?” he asked in concern. “The breeze has a bite to it.”

“I’m fine,” she murmured. “It’s cool but refreshing.”

They walked in silence until the first glimpses of the sailboats popped into view. She broke into laughter. “They always look so bright and cheerful out there buffeted by the wind and waves.”

“I don’t know how cheerful they are today considering the beating they are taking.”

The breeze that brushed by them was a strong wind out in the bay, but the people in the sailboats looked to be having the time of their lives. Then she caught sight of the kite surfers. “What a sport,” she exclaimed.

“Looks like fun, but so not for me.”

“Not into dangerous sports?” she asked, feeling shivers sliding over her skin. “I’m not either, but men generally like that sort of thing.” Of course her brother didn’t, but in their house, growing up had been a dangerous sport. She smiled, loving the reminder of her brother, and the shivers stopped.

“Not my style.” He gave a harsh laugh and said, “I survived childhood. That was hard enough.”

Shocked, she stopped all of a sudden, then turned to look at him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

With an understanding look, he moved closer to her. “Our daily life isn’t like these people.” He pointed out a particularly high-flying kite boarder. “He’s happy to chase after excitement and danger. For most of us who grew up in a violent household, we are looking for the opposite. We want peace and safety now.”

She couldn’t have said it better. The insight into his life, his childhood, made her realize he really had been through the wringer – like the rest of them at the seminar. Holding her breath, she stayed silent, hoping he’d share more. One foot rested on the cement barricade between them and the water, the look on his face distant but calm. As if he’d come to terms with something behind him.

She wished.

There was a world of difference between his childhood and hers, she knew, but for the first time she realized there was also a lot in common.

“Maybe some of those people have been hurt so much they no longer care what happens to them?”

“That’s the other side of the coin, isn’t it?” He glanced at her. “Survival means different things to different people. Some say they survived, but inside they are dead and can’t stand living. Some people do crazy stunts in the hope to kill themselves off because they aren’t strong enough to do it themselves. Sounds horrible, but I’ve seen it.”

“And in some cases, they are so angry inside they turn around and inflict the same abuse on others,” Paris whispered, looking at the black mark his shoe scuffed into the cement barricade. Briefly letting her gaze follow the line of his foot up his leg, remembering how it felt when he had held her.

She didn’t see the same rage in his demeanor or actions she’d seen in other men. He’d never hit anyone for fun. Was she right to trust that assumption? She didn’t really know him. But she wanted to.

“Often those people feel that they have to get their own back. Or feel like if it happened to them, why should you be safe? I knew one male who figured it was his job to go around and attack women because then they wouldn’t be so trusting. They’d take more precautions because now they understood life could be dangerous.”

“Really? That’s a little twisted, isn’t it?” Startled, his words shook her out of her daze. She’d read about a lot of people and their odd reactions to stress and pain, but that was a new one on her.

“There are some very sad cases out there.”

“And here,” she muttered.

“As long as we do what we can.”

“Everyone is doing what they can,” she said quietly. “Even those still locked in that same horrible place they went to during the abuse. And they can’t move out of there because it’s either too painful or fear won’t let them move. Either way, it’s all they can do, too.” Quiet, Paris wondered at what she’d started. What she’d inadvertently shared.

“You’ve been there?” Weaver questioned.

“All my childhood and teen years. I should have run away. Should have gotten help. I couldn’t.” Hands jammed in her pockets, she tried to still the shakes rattling her calm.

“It’s easy to look back. Not so easy to avoid judging.”

“Sometimes I think looking back is all about judging. What we could have done differently. What we should have done differently.”

“Except…” Glancing down at her, their eyes met, “we have to make allowances for the age we were back then. The conditioning we were put through.”

“And when we were older and still allowed the status quo to remain? Then what?” The bitterness in her voice was audible. She bit her lip “I stopped it – finally. I should have done it earlier.”

“And how old were you when you stopped it?”

It took a long time for her to answer, and then with a sigh, she said, “Fifteen.”

His shocked gasp made her look at him sharply, searching for the judgment she expected to see. And there was none. Still she felt she had to explain more, to justify herself. Her actions. “No, I wasn’t very old, but I was old enough. And if I’d done something about it earlier, then someone else wouldn’t have gotten so very badly hurt.”

“You were a child. Before and during. The conditioning you were put through didn’t give you the tools to handle resistance, to defend yourself or to stand up for someone else. We’re usually so broken by the time we get there it takes a major turning point in our lives to make us change. In your case, maybe for this other person.”

She gave him a hooded look. “More book learning?”

“No, life learning.” And this time, it was him that turned away.

Something to think about. She sagged onto the railing and studied his averted face. “Life’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

That surprised a laugh out of him. “Isn’t it though? Or maybe I should say, life used to be a bitch. Now it’s much better.”
Dale Mayer. Broken but& Mending: Books 1-3 (Kindle Locations 5229-5282). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Their conversation is just the tip of the iceberg Paris has to overcome. Her major fear is one connected to what she reveals to Weaver but doesn’t come to the fore until later.

I love the journey as painful as it is for both Paris and Weaver. Their connection develops slow and steady and I loved getting a glimpse of Sean and Robin.

These books were powerful, different and enlightening to struggles many people have.

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

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

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

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Scars – Broken But Mending Book 2 By Dale Mayer


Scars
Broken But Mending Book 2
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Dale Mayer

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Some scars are visible.
Some scars are hidden.
But the worst scars are buried within…

Existing in their own private worlds, Robin and Sean are not really living. With a need to move forward, Robin attends a workshop geared to help her do just that. At his sister’s request, Sean struggles to heal the darkness in his soul by attending a workshop to help him find balance with his life and let go of a painful history.

But at what cost?

As they confront their pain, Robin and Sean evolve, healing the scars of their past.

Can a story of sorrow, loss, and betrayal turn to success, joy, and love?

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Dr. Jenna Komack does some very unique workshops with select patients. The goal is for each of them to make a breakthrough while paired as a team on a project devised specifically for each team.

This book runs in tandem with the previous book and that’s where we first met Robin. Although she would have rather been paired with her friend Tania, Jenna had other ideas.

Sean is there having been encouraged by his sister Paris. They both have problems stemming from the same event in their lives. Jenna didn’t feel Paris was quite ready for the seminar, however when Sean applied he fit the bill.

Robin has always hidden her scars, she’s refused any more surgeries wanting to just get on with her life. She was done with the pain and recovery required there.

Seth on the other hand has his own internal demons, and while he’s checking this out for his sister he also hopes to come to terms with his own anger.

Their assignment is to visit with children at the Children’s Hospital here, and Robin is more than a little panicked over that. Her scars scare children.

This is a favorite scene as Robin and Sean get to know one another.

She better not. Brooding, he sat across from one of the biggest mixed-up females he’d met in a long time. Of course he’d also seen more of her than he had anyone else in a long time. She’d had a breakdown at the thought of the children’s hospital, ran away, came back, then chose a seat at the furthest corner in the restaurant to watch everyone like a hawk. She might be studying him, and damn, she seemed to be doing a good job of understanding him too, but she didn’t know him.

If she really knew him, she’d have run screaming out the door already.

Like everyone else had.

He wasn’t the most popular guy. That was okay. He had his sister. Paris was softer, gentler than he was. She’d taken the path of least resistance and had suffered more for it then. He’d taken the full frontal aggressive route, but he was suffering more now.

At least that’s what Paris said he was doing. He thought it was all psychobabble. Still, he loved her. She loved him. They had each other, and there’d never been anyone else in their lives for more than a night or two. Neither had a partner in any real sense of the word – only each other. Through the tough times, that had been enough.

Except Paris wanted more in her life. Children. A husband. To be loved in every sense of the word. Sean wasn’t sure that she could ever have such a thing. And he knew he couldn’t. So it was not something he’d ever brought into his psyche as a wish or a want. Why yearn for what he couldn’t have? But Paris did, and by God, he’d do what he could to see her get it.

One of them deserved to know what happiness was.

“What is it?”

The voice penetrated the black cloud in his mind. He started, realizing he’d been glaring out the window. With considerable effort, he pulled himself out of the place he always ended up in – regardless of his best efforts to not go there.

Moodily, he played with the fork on the table. Pivoting it over end to end. He didn’t know what to say.

“Never mind. It’s obvious that the subject is painful.”

He raised his gaze to stare at her, marveling that her hairstyle completely hid the one half of her face. Why? Was she blind in that one eye to the extent that it didn’t bother her to only see with half her normal vision?

“It’s not painful,” he said abruptly. Then frowned. Why the hell had he said that?

“Well, it can’t be pleasant. You looked like you wanted to kill someone.”

He smiled darkly, remembering his thoughts. “Can’t. That’s already been done.”

She raised her eyebrows and narrowed her gaze at him.

Let her think he was a killer. Let her think the worst of him. That would keep her away.

“Well, if that’s the case, you didn’t kill them.”

Damn. Was she for real? “Who are you, Pollyanna?”

It was her turn to frown. “I don’t know the reference.”

He waved his hand. “Really? Loosely, it means you have a positive-look-only-on-the-bright-side-of-life attitude.”

“I don’t,” she protested. “I’m nothing like that.”

“So you decided I haven’t killed anyone? Are you nuts? I’m perfectly capable of killing.”

“Oh, absolutely.” She grinned. “But only in the right circumstances.”

He stopped in the act of picking up his coffee cup, stared, then shook his head. “You aren’t making any sense.” Trust him to get paired with a lightweight in the brain department.

“You are capable, but you haven’t done it yet. That’s probably part of the anger. You wanted to be able to do something like that, but you couldn’t…”

Just as he was about to lash out at her again, she added, “…someone beat you to it.”

Holy crap. She was dangerous. How the hell had she figured that out? And what was he going to do about it?

Just as he was about to open his mouth and Lord only knew what was about to pour forth – because he had no idea – the waitress arrived and placed full steaming plates down. He had a massive amount of fries in front of him. On cue, his stomach grumbled. The waitress was rattling off something about enjoying their meal, but he was already reaching for one long particularly good-looking fry on his plate – when it was snatched out from under him.

Astonished, he could only follow its trail where it disappeared into Robin’s mouth.

She caught his look and grinned. Then she laughed and laughed.

When she could, she said, “Sorry, that fry had my name on it.” She giggled again. “And the look on your face was so worth it.”

Stunned, but at her huge face-splitting smile that completely transformed her features, he picked up another fry and studied her. When she’d laughed, her hair had moved slightly. Now that she was eating, the hair was brushed out of her way with a quick movement of her hand. And he realized that the hair was more than a style. It was a front. Behind which hid scars. And from what he could see, they were long and ugly.

Hence the comment about what Jenna might be subjecting the children to.

He ate slowly, thinking about all the things her and Jenna had said…and not said, and realized that this was likely one of the core issues why Robin was here. The one side of her face was stunning with pure white skin and huge green eyes that could cloud with emotion or twinkle with laughter. Her hairstyle was dramatic and eye-catching. But she kept to herself and avoided letting anyone see the other side of her face. And now he understood why.

What impact it was going to have, he didn’t know. But as they had a lot of work to get done, maybe honesty was the best policy.

Deciding to be upfront, he asked, “What happened to your face? House fire or car accident?”

She stilled, then choked on her food. She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering in his direction then back at her burger. He kept his gaze steady, figuring he already knew the answer.

Finally, she reached for the glass of water and took a long drink. Her voice was cool and controlled as she said, “Why?”

“Considering what we have ahead of us, I’d appreciate knowing how your face became scarred.”

She stared at him, belligerent but direct. God, he loved that about her. She never seemed to back down. Maybe it would get irritating if she turned out to be one of those women who needed to pick fights to clear the air or one who just liked to cause trouble – create a little drama. Yet it was refreshing to see someone with enough backbone to stand up to him.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me how you got your scars.”

Ouch. He hadn’t seen that one coming. He settled back slightly. “What scars?”

She used her fork to point at the open collar of his shirt, then moved it to the side of his neck by his ear before it finally dropped to his hand. Scarred areas visible to the eye of anyone looking. He’d given up trying to hide the scars a long time ago. They were small and not unsightly. The biggest scars were inside. Of course it was a different story once he took his shirt off. But that rarely happened in daylight and as he wasn’t physically self-conscious – who gave a damn?

But she was right. They both had scars. If he wanted answers, then she had the right to ask for answers as well. His usual lie well-prepared, he opened his mouth and out came the truth instead. “I was abused as a child.”

His own gaze widened in shock as the truth came out. A truth he never shared. Jenna knew. Paris knew of course. She’d been there. But that was it. Except for the odd doctor and social worker or case worker. People without faces. Where he was a number only. A statistic to help fill in the dots on their data graphs.

Her eyes widened first in shock then softened in sympathy.

That part he didn’t like. He said brusquely, “Your turn.”

“It was a car accident.” She winced. “My father was driving my mother, brother, and me to a special event. I’m the only one that survived.”

And damn if she didn’t chip away at another stone on the defensive wall he’d built to keep others out. A wall he’d never been in danger of having any breach before.

But this woman…she had weapons he had no defenses against.

One of them was her forthright honesty.
Dale Mayer. Broken but Mending: Books 1-3 (Kindle Locations 2514-2581). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

What seems slow and painful progress also has Sean and Robin beginning a relationship. I truly loved the way this seminar helps them to work their way through the things holding them back.

I’m glad I have the bundle so I can just move right into Paris’ experience with this type of seminar.

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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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Snap, Crackle … – Psychic Visions Book 19 By Dale Mayer


Snap, Crackle …
Psychic Visions Book 19
By
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The haunting refrain torments Bethany, almost as much as the horrors of what she’s forgotten. Chased, terrified, and injured, she races away from a gunman into the woods, determined to once again escape those after her.

Hunter’s first meeting with Bethany reveals an injured, exhausted, and possibly dangerous psychic. Plus she uncooperative, barely civil, keeping everyone at arm’s length. Only she needs help, … and he is the one available. Time for the hunted to turn hunter, and that is his domain. Especially if he gets to champion the underdog, which, in this case, is a prickly and way-to beautiful woman, who he doesn’t want to let out of his sight.

Not only is she being tracked but they want her back as a captive. A captive to do their bidding. And they’ve enlisted another of their group, her ex-best friend Lizzy, to hunt down Bethany.

They want, no need, her to remember who she really is …

With Hunter at her side, Bethany fights for survival, racing toward an explosive reveal that leaves them all gasping, as their world turns upside down.

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On the run wounded and drained of energy Beth Metlomar with her trusty Maine coon cat Nocturne stumble to Stefan’s door. Her arrival was preceded by an unusual event that puzzles both Stefan and his guest Hunter Brill.

Stefan doesn’t recognize her at first, her energy is not one he knows, but when she awakens she is able to show him something he won’t forget. She’s the one he went back for and couldn’t find. She wasn’t there at least he thought she wasn’t.

Beth is resistant to help but knows she needs to heal and recharge, she’s also very afraid of Hunter since he is indeed a hunter of psychics. Her energy is very different thanks to the myriad of experiments over the years. She finally managed to escape and was trying to start a relatively normal life when they found her.

Hunter hadn’t known why he needed to be at Stefan’s be now he’s sure it’s because of Beth. He knows he has to help her, protect her.

As soon as Beth wakes she knows she has to leave her being there endangers Stefan and Celina. She tries to get away without anyone following but Hunter is good at what he does and he finds her. It takes a lot but he does convince her he has a safe place for her to rest and heal.

This is a favorite scene as they settle in.

“Sure, but you can’t just give in to it. You still have to live.”

Her lips quirked. “I tried that, and then one morning I got up, went outside into the sunshine, and stretched, wondering how it could be such a beautiful morning, and I took a bullet in the side.”

Stated so simply, it had more impact, and, although she didn’t mean for it to come across that way, she heard him suck in his breath. Turning to face him, she said, “I didn’t mean to bring that up again. It’s just hard to forget that’s how I got to be here.”

“I get that,” he said quietly, “and obviously you’ll still deal with a lot of memories and issues on a daily basis.”

“It happened just when I thought I was doing so well,” she said.

She turned to study the area around her. “I can stay here for a little bit,” she said. “Maybe long enough to heal.”

“On a scale of one to ten, where are you?”

“I’d say five. The stress affects me in an ugly way,” she said, with a nod.

“So you need to make sure your time here is as stress-free as possible.”

“So, how will we do that?” she asked, with a laugh, looking at him.

“Have you ever been fishing?”

She shook her head. “I’m not even sure what it involves,” she murmured, as she looked out at the lake. It called to her in a way she’d never felt before. “Does it mean going out there?”

“It does, indeed. I have a boat down at the dock.” He pointed off to the side at a small rowboat.

“Is that thing safe in the water?” she asked doubtfully.

At that, he burst out laughing. “Absolutely,” he said, with a bright smile. “But we’ll get to that later.”

“Maybe,” she said, “but how do you protect yourself when you’re out there?”

He took a deep breath. “Well, you make sure that you’re not being followed, before you get out there,” he said, trying for a logical answer. “And then you just have to trust.”

She winced at that. “Back to that trust thing again.”

“I know it’s hard for you.”

“Very,” she said, “but, if you think it’s safe, I could consider it. You should have better instincts than I do.”

“Oh, I doubt it,” he said. “Your instincts should be phenomenal, after being hunted all this time. Nothing makes you more in tune to what’s going on around you than that.”

“Maybe,” she said, “but it would be nice to get out for a bit.”

“And we will,” he said, “after we get some dinner and after you get a good night’s rest.”

She nodded slowly. “I won’t let down my guard,” she said, “so don’t ask me to.”

“I would never ask anybody to do that,” he said. “That guard is what kept you alive all these years. Don’t let it down on my say-so.”

She smiled and said, “Okay, good.”

And, with that, he asked, “How do you feel about pasta?”

“I like it if it’s cooked,” she said, “but the raw stuff is hard to get down.” He looked at her sideways, unsure what to say. She shrugged. “I didn’t know how to cook when I first came out,” she explained, with a smile. “It took a bit and watching lots of videos to understand that some stuff you had to cook, and other stuff was ready to eat out of the package.”

He grinned at that. “That’s a hard lesson to learn,” he said, “but I’m sure you learned it fast.”

“Yeah, I got it right the first time after that,” she said, chuckling.

“What else have you learned to cook?”

“Lots,” she said. “I have an affinity for it, I think.”

“Good,” he said. “I’ll cook dinner tonight, since I’m rested up, and maybe you can cook dinner tomorrow.”

“I can do that,” she said, “as long as we have something that I know how to cook.”

“That’s always the caveat, isn’t it?” he said. While she watched, he quickly put together a simple pasta with fresh tomatoes, canned olives, and parmesan.

“That looks good,” she said. “I would never have thought to combine them like that.”

“I like simple meals,” he said, “especially if I don’t have a ton of time. And, right now, getting a meal on the table quickly seemed like the best idea.”

“I won’t argue,” she said. “Seems like a long time since whatever I ate at Stefan’s.”

“And that was nothing but a couple muffins and sandwiches,” he said, “and nowhere near enough for your body to heal.”

“My body heals all the time and from sources that you have no idea of.”

“Should we have bought pet food then?”

At that, she froze and turned slowly to stare at him. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well, you didn’t knock on Stefan’s door,” he said. “You told us that at Stefan’s, and you haven’t explained who did. You also weren’t alone, but the companion energy is very different. I don’t have a ton of experience with animal energy, but,” he said, his gaze studying her, “you’ve also never mentioned anybody else being here. Not to me anyway.”

“So,” she said, “why would you mention it then?”

“Because I sense another energy with us. And I thought one spoke to me at Stefan’s.”

She frowned.

He groaned and said, “You can just tell me if you have a pet, you know.”

“Do you think I would leave a pet behind?” Interesting he could sense but not see Nocturne. She waited until Hunter was focused on setting the table, then turned and winked at her cat. He swished his tail at her but stayed quiet. Was that in case Hunter heard Nocturne again?

Hunter shook his head. “No, I don’t think you would have. The question is whether you managed to get him in the vehicle while I wasn’t watching.”

She just gave him an openmouthed look and shrugged. Then she picked up a spoonful of pasta and ate it. And just as he went to do the same, a huge black cat jumped up on the table in front of him and meowed. She laughed. “Nocturne, your timing is impeccable.”

The big cat stared at her, then turned those massive golden orbs to Hunter.

Hunter stared at him in shock. “Where did he come from?” he demanded.

“And you’re the one who had it all worked out,” she said casually.

“He was in the vehicle?”

She nodded. “Of course. I brought him with me.”

“What about at Stefan’s?”

“He was outside, but I opened the window, and he came in and spent the night with me. But he always leaves before anybody else is around.”

“So he knocked on Stefan’s door, when you were unable to.” She avoided his gaze. Hunter turned to Nocturne. “Thank you for watching out for her.” He studied the cat, who stared right back, measuring him. “Yet he appears here now, before me and you,” Hunter said, still staring at the massive feline. “Why is he visible now?”

“Because he chooses to be,” she said, facing Hunter. “He’s obviously checked over your energy and made a decision about you. Honestly I’m surprised. He’s often been very difficult about making those kinds of decisions.”

“Difficult?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like people,” she said bluntly. “Especially men.” Her gaze narrowed, as she studied the look on Hunter’s face. “Particularly young men.”

He looked at her, eyebrows up. “What difference does age make? Isn’t it just about character?”

She shrugged. “Let’s just say, he has his preferences.”

“So, do I pass muster?”

“You’re still alive,” she said succinctly. “So, I would say, yes, you do.”
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Of course there’s a lot more going on than just what we see on the surface.

I couldn’t put this book down as we learn more about Beth’s fears. Especially those concerning her ex best-friend Lizzy.

The relationship between Hunter and Beth is a very interesting one and things do heat up a bit, but everything needs to resolve first.

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

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

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

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Jerricho – The Mavericks Book 14 by Dale Mayer


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

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

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

Jerricho
The Mavericks Book 14
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Jerricho didn’t expect his first solo mission to send him to the Middle East nor to rescue his journalist ex-wife and her cameraperson. Finding out why they and the other women had been taken was horrifying in itself, but saving a larger group than he’d first expected then complicates the rescue in a much bigger way.

Brenna had hopes that her ex would show up, as she knew the type of work he did. She’d always wanted a chance to show him how much she’d changed. This was hardly the ideal time, but she might not get a second chance.

Rescuing the women and taking out the kidnappers should have been the end of it, until they realize it’s not as simple as it first seems. The women were objects initially; now they’re targets …

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Jerricho has barely settled on his deck with a beer when Diesel calls him with his mission. Apparently his journalist ex-wife, Brenna and her cameraperson have gone missing in a part of the world where a disappearance usually isn’t very good. His partner on this assignment is Killian, and with the data they are getting from the Mavericks they are chasing camera sightings.

Brenna and Jessie are being shuttled from place to place on boats, she’s also been leaving notes where she can. When they reach their final destination they are placed in a paddock with other women. Women from all over the world some crying, some beaten, others just huddled together. One woman brave enough to speak tells Brenna there were more women coming and they were all being sold. Now more than ever, Brenna hopes Jerricho or some SEALs show up to rescue them.

Jerricho is surprised and a bit dismayed when he finds one of Brenna’s note, it simply had his name and an old phone number of his. They also manage to get some additional information that has them needing to find the women quickly. There’s also the problem that there will be more than just two women, and they couldn’t in good conscience leave any of them.

This is a favorite scene.

As soon as the guard was gone again, another rock hit her on the shoulder. She immediately turned and studied the area around her. That she couldn’t see anything was the problem. No light was in the sky tonight. The moon was dark and made it so hard to see anything. Just this sticky soupiness in front of her. As she sat here, another rock hit her.

Finally she picked up the rock and threw it backward. If somebody were there, then at least they would know that she had noticed. But if they weren’t there, they could damn well stop throwing rocks at her. Even that logic was so convoluted she wanted to laugh, but she knew any hilarity would come out completely hysterical.

Instead she groaned and dropped her head onto her knees and just rocked in place. Hearing a different movement, she looked over and watched as the guard stepped away a few feet. He spoke to several other men, and they gestured at the river below them. The guard moved toward the mess going on down below.

She watched, trying to figure out just what was happening. And a hand snaked around through the wooden posts and clapped over her mouth. She froze, her eyes pure white in the darkness.

She heard a voice that she recognized, or thought maybe she recognized, as the man whispered in her ear, “Close your eyes. Stay calm. This is a rescue.”

She immediately stiffened and then sagged in place. A rescue? Who? And did she dare believe them? She had seen all kinds of shenanigans going on here and didn’t trust any of the guards or any of the people who had come with any of the women. It seemed like anybody would cheerfully slice the other’s throat to take over their captives.

As she sat here with this hand over her mouth, she wondered about the closed eyes order, when he whispered again in her ear, “Close your eyes. They’ll think you’re sleeping. The whites of your eyes shine in the darkness.”

She gave an ever-so-slightl nod and slammed her eyes shut.

His hand eased back, and he asked, “You’ll stay quiet?” She nodded again. “There’s room for you to slide through the fence slats,” he said. “Can you do that?” She shook her head. “Why not?”

In as low a voice as she could, she whispered, “All these women need to go too.”

“They will,” he said, “but it’ll take us a little bit longer.” She thought she recognized the voice but just something about it was very different. She shook her head. “I can’t leave them.”

“That’s good news,” he said, “but you’re just making it more difficult.”

She shook her head again, but she reached down with her left hand and squeezed Jessie’s shoulder hard. Jessie shifted back and up, looking at her. “What’s the matter?” And she pointed behind her. Jessie turned ever-so-slightly, and her eyes widened, and her mouth opened up. But Brenna slapped her hand over Jessie’s mouth. Brenna just stared at her, their eyes white, staring at each other.

Jessie leaned forward and whispered, “Who is it?”

“US SEALs,” she said.

At that, Jessie’s eyes opened wide in joy.

Brenna shook her head. “We’re not safe. Hang on. It’s … It’ll get ugly.”

With more understanding than she’d expected, Jessie immediately nodded, looked back at whomever was behind Brenna, and asked, “What do you want us to do?”

“I need you to slip through the wood railing here, so that we can pull you up and off to another area, where we can defend you.”

“But all these women are in trouble,” Jessie said.

“And the plan is to rescue everyone, but I need to get some of you out.”

At that, Jessie immediately slipped through the wood without any issue and, at his order, raced up and over the hillside, keeping quiet and low in the shadows.

“Now will you come?” asked the man behind her. She immediately slid through the wood, trying desperately hard not to make any noise. Then the man said, “Stay down on the ground, don’t run, go very quietly.” And, with that, she slipped up in the same direction that Jessie had disappeared to. What she didn’t realize was the man followed her.

As soon as she got over the hill, she saw a whole pile of shadows on the far side. She raced toward them, only to come up against a solid wall. Arms immediately wrapped around her from behind, pulled her to a stop, and she was told to sit.

Not knowing if she was being taken captive yet again by somebody else, she sat, grateful she was no longer down in the auction house corral but not sure that she wouldn’t be ordered to go right back there.

A small flashlight was turned on and shone into her face. “Brenna?”

She gasped. “Yes,” she said. “Who are you?”

The flashlight turned on the man in front of her. She took one look, burst into tears, and flung her arms around his neck. “Jesus, Jerricho. I was so hoping someone would contact you.” And she hugged him tight.
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Things are not going to be simple and it takes quite a while to get the women to relative safety.

In the process Jerricho and Brenna get to know one another again. Brenna has changed a lot since they were together, an awakening of sorts. Of course Jerricho is a bit clueless that he’s falling for his ex and Killian is more than a little amused by that.

Full of suspense, intrigue, action and a touch of sizzle. I couldn’t put this book down!

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

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

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


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Kurt – The K9 Files Book 12 by Dale Mayer


Kurt
The K9 Files Book 12
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Dale Mayer

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Being a badass growing up had been fine for a while, but Kurt knew his life had to change. His best option? The US Navy. Fourteen years later a serendipitous request from Badger to check out reports of a missing War Dog hidden in the bushes and attacking people sends Kurt to the very place he couldn’t wait to get out of.

When Kurt chose the navy over Laurie Ann so long ago, he left her with a gift she’d fought long and hard to keep. Plus she didn’t give up on her dream of becoming a doctor. When Kurt returns, it’s hard not to see the same person she’d loved in this older version. Yet the town has a long memory, and at least one person isn’t willing to see who Kurt is now.

But, as always, he’s a trouble magnet. Was he capable of handling the nightmare they were in, or would he leave, just like he had last time?

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The adopted war dog Kurt is assigned to find is a Malinois named Sabine, she was adopted by a family for the brother and he went to prison. She was last seen at a truck stop in Kentucky and was now being looked for by animal control. The tipster said she was trying to attack people.

The truck stop is near Kurt’s hometown, he hasn’t been back since he left for the Navy thirteen years ago. He left behind his girlfriend Laurie Ann, she had such a bright future and he couldn’t offer her anything.

Laurie Ann is now a pediatrician with a growing practice, she works long hours at a couple of clinics. She’d stopped for breakfast at the truck stop when Kurt came in. Laurie Ann is sort of happy to see him but she has a secret one she probably should have told him about before he left, but couldn’t.

After Kurt does an initial search for Sabine, he returns to his truck to find a bunch of local hoodlums at his truck. Not one to take being attacked, he retaliates in kind. This leads to a confrontation with local law enforcement.

Detective Amos Packard remembers Kurt as a troublemaker and he doesn’t trust what Kurt says about the war dog or his service, even when shown Kurt’s prosthetic. He does take Titanium Corp’s card with Badger’s number to check on him.

An incident as he leaves the truck stop has him tracking down Laurie Ann for medical assistance. He has no desire to deal with law enforcement again.

This is a favorite scene as he discovers Laurie Ann’s secret.

Laurie Ann quickly pulled his T-shirt up over his shoulder and whistled. “That’s an ugly burn.”

“But it’s just a burn, right?”

“Well, it went through the top of the upper arm and shoulder. That’s an odd trajectory.”

“I had just lifted my arm to move the sun visor.”

“And so you shifted away from where you were sitting straight?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “And I figured that’s what saved my life.”

“They were gunning for you?” She stared at him in horror.

“It was the kids,” he said. And he explained, slowly, enunciating carefully, as she listened to the pain in his voice.

“Wow,” she murmured. “You’re still a hard-ass too, aren’t you?”

“Would I let the five of them beat me up? No,” he murmured. “You know that’ll never be anything I can do.”

“No, and you shouldn’t have to,” she said. “I’m surprised you didn’t lay all five of them on the ground.”

“Maybe, if I knew just where they were at, I would have,” he said, describing how the unmarked vehicle took the gang of kids away. He took a long slow deep breath. She held out the alcohol to clean his wound, and he nodded. As soon as the antiseptic solution washed over the open wound, he sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, willing himself not to screech like a two-year-old.

“It’s almost done,” she said. “Any idea where the bullet is?”

“It’s probably in the damn back seat of the truck,” he said. “It didn’t get that far.”

“You’ll have to wash out the truck too. A lot of blood is on your shirt, so I’m sure some is on the truck seat.”

“I know,” he said, “but the inside of the vehicle isn’t exactly what I’m worrying about at the moment.”

“No, let’s get this taken care of.” She looked at it for a long moment and then shook her head. “You need some stitches in this.”

“So put them in,” he said.

“I can’t just turn around and do that. You should go to a clinic,” she said in exasperation.

He looked at the wound in surprise. “Then bring me the supplies, and I’ll stitch it.”

She stared at him in shock, wondering if he was serious, but the look on his face said not only was he serious but that he’d done it before.

“Knothead,” she muttered.

“Yep, still the same knothead you used to know and love.”

“True. That was a long time ago.”

“It was a good thing I left.”

She nodded. “It was, indeed.”

“I straightened up and became somebody,” he said quietly. “I would have ended up dead— probably murdered in some back alley— if I’d stayed.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” she said. “Believe me. I’m not arguing with you.”

He snorted. “Of course not, but I’m not a bad person.”

“You weren’t a bad person back then either,” she said quietly. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She returned with a medical kit.

He studied her with interest. “Your family hated me.”

She just gave him half a smile. “Yeah, they did, but,” she added, “nothing was wrong with you back then. You just needed a way to straighten up and to find some purpose in life.”

“The navy gave that to me,” he murmured. “Best thing I ever did.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I really am,” she murmured.

He looked up at her, smiled, and said, “As much as I wanted to stay with you, I was more afraid of dragging you into the gutter where I was.”

She looked at him, smiled, and said, “I really do understand.”

“And I’m glad,” he said, “because, at the time, I didn’t even understand— not until later— when I realized just how much I’d improved my life and what I was like before.”

“I hear you,” she said. “I didn’t ask you to stay because I also knew that you needed to go.”

“The things that we do when we’re young and stupid, huh?”

“Exactly,” she said with a chuckle, “but it’s not all bad.”

“I know. Not all bad,” he said. He looked at her searchingly. “So did you marry and have kids?”

“Something like that,” she said lightly.

“Divorced?”

“Never bothered with the marrying.”

“Wow,” he said. “I thought for sure you would have married and had your four kids, a fancy little house in suburbia with a white picket fence.” As he looked around, he nodded. “This is kind of what I always thought of you having.”

“Maybe,” she said, “although I would love a place a little farther out of town.”

“We all would,” he said. “All the time I was recovering from the accident, all I could think about was my life being in the navy. But I can’t do that anymore now, so what would I do?”

“And did you find answers for that? What will you do? Unless tracking down dogs is one of them?”

Such curiosity and honesty were in her question, so he answered in the same way. “I’m doing it as a favor for Titanium Corp. They were the ones who helped me get rehabilitated into work life again,” he said. “When they told me the dog was missing in this area, I jumped at it.”

“Of course. You’ve always loved animals.”

“Well, my father raised them,” he said. “At least before he tossed me into the foster system.”

“I don’t think he tossed you in it as much as he was a drunk, and you got pulled away from him.”

“At thirteen, it made me a very angry young man.”

“That it did,” she said. She finished the stitching and put some antiseptic gel and a bandage on his shoulder. “There you are. All stitched back up again.”

He looked down at it, nodded, and said, “Thanks. Those are handy skills.”

“Sounds to me like you’ve already doctored yourself a few times.”

“I had to,” he said. “Sometimes, on missions, you don’t get a whole lot of choices.”

She nodded. “And I’m glad to hear that because it shows a complete change from who you were to who you are now.”

“You have no idea,” he said with a big grin. “As much as I don’t like who I was, I certainly understand that that person is who I needed to be in order to understand where I am now.”

“Good,” she said with a gentle smile. “And stop being so hard on the person you were. I really loved that man.” He gave her a warm smile that made her heart pound.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, “because he really needed to be loved. Because he didn’t love himself.”

“Absolutely,” she said. “Well, this seems oddly familiar.”

She motioned at him, sitting here at the kitchen table. “Remember?”

One of the times when Kurt had been badly beaten up, he came running to her, and she’d fixed his nose and some of the bruises and cuts on his arms. “You were always telling me back then how you would be a doctor,” he murmured.

“Well, I did get caught that night by my parents,” she said. “I was grounded for weeks afterward.”

“Right. I came to your bedroom.” He shook his head. “If I should ever have a daughter, I’ll be horrified at the thought of all those men out there, ready to prey on her.”

“Yet you weren’t preying on me,” she said. “You were coming home.”

He looked at her in surprise and then nodded slowly. “I was,” he said, “and that makes it all the sadder.”

“Yes, and no,” she said. “It also is very enlightening.”

“Maybe. Did you have a good thirteen years?” he asked, his gaze still searching, still curious as he pulled his t-shirt on.

She turned away and busied herself, cleaning up. She didn’t know what to say.

“Or not, I gather?”

“Well, I had some absolutely incredible moments,” she said, thinking about the birth of her son. “And then some really tough moments. School was difficult. I did get through med school though. As you’re well aware, I’m a pediatrician, and I had a child, so I have those two things I really wanted out of my life.”

“Absolutely. So where’s your child? Is it a boy or a girl?”

She turned, smiled, took a deep breath, and said, “A boy. His name is Jeremy.”

“That’s a good solid name,” he said. “How old is he?”

Just then Jeremy and Frank dashed through the front door. “Hey, Mom. Who’s here?”

As her hand came up, the two lanky teens came to a stop in the kitchen. Kurt looked on, as she didn’t even know what to say to him. And then proper manners took over. “Jeremy, this is a friend of mine, Kurt. This is Jeremy, my son, and his friend, Frank.”
Dale Mayer. Kurt (Kindle Locations 395-469). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Kurt has no doubt that Jeremy is his son, and now he has a lot more to discuss with Laurie Ann.

The problem with the kids at the truck stop is something more ongoing and there isn’t any support for Kurt from Amos. Kurt figures out it was the kids Sabine attacked and he works even harder to bring her to him.

I love the way this story unfolds, the suspense, the dog and a love rekindled.

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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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Skin – Broken But Mending Book 1 by Dale Mayer


Skin
Broken but Mending Book 1
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Exploration, healing, and forgiveness.
A journey of love.

Kane is still reeling with anger of betrayal at the deepest level. Hoping to find his way back to forgiveness, therapy is his only option. But he discovers so much more…

Tania is struggling with her fear of intimacy after past demons still haunt her. Uncertain of how to let anyone get close to her again, she immerses herself into her photography. Finding comfort in her camera, she discovers the human body, Kane’s body. Looking through the lens of a camera, Tania finds her strength and the beauty of love–with him.

But can two broken souls find the courage to confront their pasts for a future together?

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Dr Jenna Komack’s workshops are renowned being unconventional and successful. What Tania and Kane didn’t realize was just how different this week long seminar would be.

Assigned a project, one where Tania would be photographing Kane, neither of them could figure out how it could possibly help them with their problems.

This is a favorite scene where Kane gives Tania a nickname. Fitting because of the physical differences between them.

Tania understood the camera, just not the subject. Kane was difficult; a man of secrets. Getting him to be natural was the key. He was doing the posing-tourist role, and she wanted nothing to do with it. Still, it would take some time to find the real him inside.

She let him walk ahead on the cobblestone. There were intricate patterns worked into the street, and her camera loved them. Whenever he looked away or something caught Kane’s eye, she tried to capture him.

But she didn’t like the results. She’d have to ditch most of them at this rate.

“Coffee?” he asked hopefully, pointing to a small bistro off to the side.

“Tea?” she suggested, not knowing what they’d talk about.

He shrugged and led the way over. “I’ll go in and order.”

Happy to let him take charge, she nodded and took pictures of him walking into the tiny shop. He had a hell of a butt. What she wouldn’t do to get him in tight boxers. The magic her camera could work then… Her thought was immediately followed by shock. Had she really just thought that? About a perfect stranger?

He returned in a few minutes with two mugs. “Hope this is okay. Black tea and black coffee.”

She fished the tea bag out quickly, not wanting to have it too strong if there wasn’t milk and not wanting to go in and get milk even if it was available. For a therapy seminar, so far she’d cried no tears and had yet to feel under the gun with questions or swamped by emotions. She felt odd, not herself. Normally, she’d have just asked him to get the tea the way she liked it, but not this time.

Was it doing any good?

As if reading her thoughts, Kane said, “Weirdest therapy session I’ve ever done.”

She laughed. “Exactly what I was thinking. I feel like this assignment is supposed to do something, but we are completely missing the mark.”

“Are we?” Moodily, he stared into the deepest, blackest mug of coffee she’d ever seen. “Seems like a complete waste of time so far.”

She leaned forward. “That’s what I mean. We’re out here sightseeing when we should be working on healing.”

He leaned back at her emphatic comment. “You think we shouldn’t be out here.”

She shrugged and looked around. “I can’t help but feel like we are deliberately avoiding something. Or aren’t ready yet to get too close to the real issues.”

“Really?” he snorted. “What real issues? I highly doubt you want to share your issues with me. And I know I’m not going to. So what else are we supposed to be doing here?”

She stared at him, realizing she could share, but she didn’t want to. And he was right; if they weren’t going to help each other, what was the point? Unless one of them could help the other, and maybe in the helping, the other could be healed a little as well.

“Did you research Jenna’s seminar?” She smiled at his emphatic nod.

“Hell yes.”

“And read the comments, reviews people had left?” When he nodded again, she said, “And do you recognize our conversation is similar to many that were written on her website? And I quote, ‘I started the journey expecting to find the opposite of what I got. Thank God.’ Or ‘When I first started this seminar, I thought I’d signed up for the wrong one. It was nothing like what I’d expected.’”

He stared at her then leaned back, dropping his gaze to his cup. Speaking slowly, he said, “The one that resonated with me was, ‘I don’t understand the how or the why or the process that happened, but healing has started…’”

“Oh, I like that.” Contemplative, she stared around as the traffic picked up slightly as more people came looking for sustenance. “I’m supposed to find a journey with you as my subject. I don’t understand really, but I’m willing to trust a little here. Outside, it feels like it’s an impersonal journey.” She stopped and frowned. “I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, but say we were at home and you had the week off – what would you be doing?”

“Refinishing my bathroom.”

The answer came so fast it surprised her.

He grinned with real humor, and his face came alive. She stared, entranced, as he spoke. “It’s been the plan for a while. Now if you were to say, if I had a couple days off, what I would be doing, I guess I’d be working out, catching up on yard work, lazing around the house, and watching some classic movies.”

As his mouth moved, her eyes caught on the lean muscles that formed and reformed in perfect symmetry. He was lean and hard and spoke about a world she didn’t understand. And she was suddenly afraid she just might know what Jenna had been thinking.

And hoped not.

She raised her gaze to Kane’s and watched light play across his features as his eyes darkened. He leaned closer, his whole body language shifting, softening. Damn, she wanted to photograph him.

“What’s up, Tinkerbelle?”

That startled a laugh out of her. “Tinkerbelle?”

He waved an arm at her. “You’re tiny, delicate, and look like a good wind would blow you away.” He shrugged. “It just came to me.”

And something just came to me, she thought. Sending up a prayer that she had this right and Kane wouldn’t find her off the wall, she said, “I know this might sound a bit weird, but…” she took a deep breath, and then added, “You have a very photogenic face.” She motioned to his biceps. They bulged and relaxed almost as if he was bunching to a tune in his mind. “In fact, your muscles are really interesting.” As his eyebrows shot up to his hairline, she quickly corrected, “For the camera, I mean.”

She looked away for a moment before forcing herself back on target. “I guess what I meant to say is that skin and muscles, how people move, have always fascinated me. If you are okay with it,” she took a deep breath before she dropped her gaze to the table, wishing it were wider, deeper, higher – anything to increase that barrier – and said in a rush, the words tripping over themselves before she could take them back, “I’d like to take pictures as you work out.”
Dale Mayer. Broken but Mending: Books 1-3 (Kindle Locations 411-460). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Kane is there for his anger that is bleeding into his job performance, while Tania is there due to a traumatic incident in her past that has colored her entire world since it occurred.

I love this journey as each little bit is revealed and dealt with. True understanding comes with a simmer to sizzle romance that is healing for both of them.

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

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

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

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Garrett’s Gambit – Bullard’s Battle Book 4 by Dale Mayer


Garrett’s Gambit
Bullard’s Battle Book 4
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Stronger than he had any right to be after the plane explosion and still angry about it all, Garret’s seriously unimpressed to fly to London to speak with an ex-fiancée who’d screwed him over with his own brother. But she had information on his missing brother, who was a link to the plane crash that sent Garret into the ocean.

Yet Astra, not Amy, waits in London for Garret, to explain the little she knows, hoping he’ll let go of some of his resentment and help her look for her sister, Amy—who disappears just before Garret’s arrival. Some coincidence there. Then her sister hasn’t faced the music for any of her actions in a long time. Today is no different. Too bad Amy and Garret hadn’t broken up much earlier. It might have given Astra a chance with the man she has loved since forever.

Still, if finding Astra’s sister leads Garret to finding his brother, who might be able to give them answers regarding the sabotaged plane, then Astra’s happy to play the game. However, it’s not that easy, as the men who failed to kill the two team members are still looking for their chance to finish the job. And to take out anyone who is close by …

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When they land in London, Garret and Kano are not even a little surprised to be met Jonas from MI6. If you’ve read the ‘Heroes for Hire’ series you’ll be aware how much Interpol and MI6 dislike either Levi’s or Bullard’s teams coming to town. It’s quite amusing to see Jonas get flustered with them.

Originally Garret and Kano were supposed to meet with Garret’s ex Amy to get information about his brother Gregg’s disappearance. Jonas, however, informs them that Amy is missing. Her sister Astra made the report and Jonas wants to know what they know. Surprise, they know nothing about Amy’s disappearance but tell Jonas about Garret’s brother. That’s something Jonas didn’t know.

They meet Astra at her hotel, with Jonas trying to get information none of them have. What Astrid does know is in an email from Amy saying she had information that may help find Gregg. Not very helpful at all now that Amy’s missing.

Astra and Garret talk more once Jonas takes his leave.

This is a favorite scene.

Garret didn’t know what to make of Astra at this point. She was so different, and it was hard to see the young girl he recognized from before, yet she came out in little glimpses. He took a deep breath. “Why do I feel like you’re holding something back?”

She hesitated and then nodded. “Part of the reason for Amy moving from Belgium to London was that she’d given your brother an ultimatum.”

“Why?” She sighed, then shrugged. “Amy’s pregnant.”

That news was like a punch to his gut. “Jesus,” he said. “Did my brother know?”

“I don’t know if she told him or not. What I do know is that she wanted a different life, and it was important to her.”

“So it’s my brother’s child?”

“It’s your niece or nephew, yes,” she confirmed.

He stared off in the distance, still getting his mind wrapped around it.

“So, whatever feelings you may still have for her,” she said, “you probably need to walk away from them completely.”

He waved a hand at her. “I walked away a long time ago.”

“But I still get the feeling that you’re emotionally affected.”

“Not by her but by her deception, her affair with my brother,” he said. “However, for my brother, a pregnancy would be a big deal.”

“Any reason why?”

“He’s always said he didn’t plan to be a father,” Garret murmured.

“Plans change when the facts hit the fan,” she said, her voice cool. “I wouldn’t think he’d be somebody to ditch his responsibilities though.”

“Oh, I don’t think he would either,” he said. “I’m not sure that we know what’s going on in their personal life, outside of the fact that a big change is happening.”

“Exactly,” she agreed.

“And, if my brother is missing and if it’s something suspicious, it would make sense that she would reach out to me through my team,” he said.

“Why not the cops?”

“Because of the type of work my brother does, which is very similar to what I do for Bullard— meaning we avoid local law enforcement at all costs and only communicate with the big agencies as a courtesy. Also we heard some suspicion or a theory that he might have had something to do with the plane crash.”

At that, Astra looked at him in shock. “The plane crash you were in?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t have thought my brother hated me that much, but honestly I don’t know. Maybe he does.”

“I would say that he did not, but you’re right. We don’t know because we haven’t seen them in years,” she said heavily. “I do talk to Amy at times, but only because she’s called me to complain. And you have to take her words with a grain of salt.”

Garret nearly growled.

Astra nodded. “People change, but I would hope not to that extent.”

“You and me both,” he said, with a hard look.

She nodded and said quietly, “I get that you don’t like hearing about any of this going on between Amy and Gregg, but it’s still totally possible that Gregg had nothing to do with it. I’d like to believe he’s better than that. Especially as I heard he wanted to reconcile with you.”

Garret was still dealing with the shock of thinking of his brother as a father. Gregg was younger, a little wilder, and didn’t have quite the reasoning ability that Garret had. But they’d always been close— until Amy came between them. And, for that, he would always hold Amy off to the side because she’d been the thorn that festered.

Kano, quietly listening from the corner, joined the conversation. “That also explains why she may have disappeared now,” Kano interjected.

“How so?” Garret asked.

“Hormones. Pregnancy sets off a storm of hormones, and she may well be seeing things that aren’t there,” he said, “or interpreting them differently that she would otherwise. Or seeing her life as it is and wanting more. Needing maybe time alone to think.”

Astra winced at that. “I get that whole raging-hormones thing with a pregnancy,” she said, “and I know my sister is on the border of being neurotic in many ways already. But I would hope that she’s erring on the side of safety, for the baby if not for herself.”

Garret agreed. “I would say she’s definitely protecting the safety of the baby, no doubt about it. Probably in a manner that’s way over-the-top, knowing her.” That statement prompted a snicker out of Astra. “Now it’s a matter of figuring out how we find them,” Garret said.

“Well, I’m doing what I can do,” she said. “But I fear I’m in way over my head. My question is, what will you do?”

“Get them back,” Garret said. “Let’s just hope we can do it before something bad happens.”
Dale Mayer. Garret’s Gambit (Kindle Locations 269-308). Valley Publishing.

Of course Astra did leave one little detail out, Amy had been staying in this hotel. They get a bit of a break when a couple of men enter Amy’s room while they are there.

Kingdom Security keeps coming up in this a wild game of hide and seek. Still no sign of Bullard but no one is giving up.

More than a little bit fun of finding out Astrid has always been in love with Garret. Then of course Garret eventually realizes Astrid is really the one for him.

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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Murder in the Marigolds – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 13 By Dale Mayer


Murder in the Marigolds
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 13
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Riches to rags …
Chaos has never been so supreme …
Now a suspect herself …
No calm in sight …

Being a suspect in the murder of her ex-lawyer is not the fun Doreen thought it would be. And, of course, she’s been ordered to stay away from the case, … but she can’t help being interested. So she enlists Mack’s brother, Nick— her new lawyer— to help.

Mack’s first priority is to clear Doreen as a suspect. No one in their right mind would seriously believe she’d done the deed, of course. … But, the fact is, she had both motive and opportunity, so clearing her of suspicion isn’t the walk in the park that Mack would like it to be. Especially not when she insists on sticking her nose into his case, where it doesn’t belong.

And just when Doreen is certain things can’t get any worse, answering her doorbell shows her that this nightmare has just started. Who just walked into her life? None other than her soon-to-be-ex-husband, … Mathew …

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As this book opens Doreen is still recovering from being shot. Her shoulder is still sore and she can’t lift it much, but it’s improving. She’s enjoying her morning coffee when Mac arrives bearing gifts, a patio table and chairs. He’s also acting weird.

When he starts asking her questions it only gets worse and the victim clarifies things a bit. Her former lawyer Robin. However it’s when she notices Arnold and Chester behind him that she starts to worry. While she is a suspect they are still waiting on forensics, and her shoulder injury could be her saving grace.

Mack had barely left when his brother, Nick her new attorney calls. It’s on his radar since he initialized accusations that put Robin in a position to be disbarred. All of this because of the treatment Doreen was put through with her divorce.

Nan is her rock, and supports her no matter what. A visit with her and the animals brightened her up a bit, but even that was short-lived. He ex wants to meet with her, something she has no real desire to do especially now that Robin is dead and they’re both suspects.

Of course Doreen is not going to stay out of the investigation and she starts by following Robin’s trail. Knowing Robin’s love of Chinese food, that’s where she starts and actually hits pay dirt. You know Mac isn’t going to be pleased.

This is a favorite scene.

When the bell rang, the waitress disappeared into the back again and returned with her bag of food.

Doreen smiled. “Thanks.” And left quickly. After she got in her car and drove toward home— the heady smell of Chinese food filling the interior of her car, making her even hungrier— she called Mack. Only she got a busy signal. She left a message, as she was almost at home.

He called her back immediately, even as she parked at her house. And before he had a chance to say anything, she said, “Okay, okay,” as they continued their conversation a bit later. “I just figured, if we could follow her tracks, we might have a better idea where she was that night. By the way, she absolutely adored Chinese food, and, everywhere she went, she would get some. I picked up a dish to try myself.”

He stopped and said, “What are you doing? I specifically told you to stay out of this!”

“I know, but I can’t,” she commented quietly. “You don’t understand. It’s driving me nuts.”

“I do understand,” he said, “but you’re making things worse.”

“By trying to find who did this? No,” she said, “I’m not making things worse at all. It’s what I do, Mack. I have no choice.”

“No choice, my foo—”

“And besides,” she interrupted, “I’ve got the bag.”

“Don’t you move,” he growled. “I’m already in the truck on my way.”

“Oh, good,” she said. “Are you trying to get here before I have a chance to open it up?”

“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice soft.

She winced, as she recognized how serious he was. “Fine,” she said. “I won’t look inside.” She slammed her phone down, but then her gaze caught sight of the Chinese food in the take-out bag, and she grinned.

“Food,” she crowed. She grabbed a plate and served herself half of it. She was just hungry enough to eat the whole thing but didn’t want to scarf it all in one shot, only to feel bad afterward. But she was really hungry. Maybe that was a good sign because, as the day wore on, she was coming out of the dumps. As she sat outside with her food at the new table and chairs set, Mugs was parked right beside her, his gaze on every forkful, just in case. Goliath was on the footstool of the nearby rocker, not caring, and Thaddeus was intently studying a piece of celery on the side of her plate, as she heard Mack’s truck drive up. She groaned and looked down at her plate.

“Why is it that I didn’t connect the fact that he was coming now to the reality that I left him half of the food? He’s just going to eat it, and I won’t have leftovers.”

He came through the kitchen superfast, took one look at her, and nodded in approval. “You actually bought yourself some food?”

“I felt bad,” she said. “The woman gave me the blue bag and told me about the lawyer, so I felt like I should at least put in an order to give her something back for her trouble.”

“Well, that’s not a bad thing,” he said. “Wouldn’t it be nice if you’d give me that consideration, like maybe give me the information before you picked up the bag?”

“Well, I didn’t know about the bag until I spoke with her. And I couldn’t leave it with her,” she said. “That would be foolish.”

“That is true, but you could have pursued other avenues. However,” he said, “at least you’re here, and you have it now.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I do want to see what’s in there, you know?”

He groaned, realizing why she’d left it for him to pick up directly from her. “You know that I can’t do that. As evidence goes, it’s already tainted enough, thank you.”

“You can too,” she said, ignoring the scolding. “Just open it and pull it out the contents, and let’s take a look to see if anything of importance is in there.”

“If it’s of importance, it won’t be for here. It will be for my office.” But he was already back in the kitchen, rummaging through things.

She smiled, as she watched him. “See? It can’t be that bad,” she said.

“Sure, it is,” he muttered. “Right here, in the appointment book, it says that she was meeting you.”

“And she did. She came here, but then she was meeting somebody else at the Chinese restaurant, and I don’t know who that was.”

“Well, maybe it was you,” he said.

“After she barged in and blasted me so rudely? No way. Besides, it’s not like she invited me. So it was someone else.”

“Maybe,” he muttered. “Some initials are here.”

“See? There’s always something.” She watched, standing up with her plate and coming around into the kitchen, so she could take a look at what he found: a stack of loose papers, a notepad, and a laptop. But he still studied her little diary. “It doesn’t say anything else?”

He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t. Just that she had a meeting for dinner.”

“I wonder who?” She frowned at that. “I really wonder.”

“Who do you think it would be?” he asked curiously.

She shook her head. “I have no idea. It obviously wasn’t me. She never invited me, though I have no proof of that,” she muttered. “What are the initials?”

“It’s just an S.”

She threw up her hand. “That’s not helpful,” she said. “That could be anybody then.”

He laughed. “Or it could denote the place like the Starbucks close to where her car was. However, when people are murdered, rarely do the victims have a chance to set up the evidence, linking their murderer ahead of time, so that it’s obvious who did it.”

“Yeah, we should all have a little bit of warning,” she muttered. “But that stabbing …” She shook her head. “Was she killed in the vehicle?”

“We don’t think so,” he said. Then he stopped, glared at her, and said, “Stop asking me questions.”

“Well, I can hardly stop asking questions when it relates to me.” “Well, it doesn’t,” he said. “Remember that.”
Dale Mayer. Murder in the Marigolds (Kindle Locations 553-602). Valley Publishing.

Lots of twists and turns in this one. Doreen’s ex is a jerk and the folks that work for him are as well.

I love Goliath, Thaddeus and Mugs, they are so often her saviors as well as her much loved pets. While I know Doreen isn’t ready for a relationship, she still doesn’t get that Mack is just patiently waiting until she is.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series, each one makes laugh and bite my nails a bit.

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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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