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Shane – The Mavericks Book 12 by Dale Mayer


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

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

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

Shane
The Mavericks Book 12
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re also damned lucky sometimes.”

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

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

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

“Anything in the cab?”

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

“Figures.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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New Series! Ryland’s Reach – Bullard’s Battle Book 1 By Dale Mayer


Ryland’s Reach
Bullard’s Battle Book 1
By
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Welcome to a new stand-alone but interconnected series from USA Today bestselling Dale Mayer. This is Bullard’s story—and that of his team’s. All raw, rough, incredibly capable men who have one goal: to find out who was behind the attack on their leader, before the attacker, or attackers, return to finish the job.

His rescue from the ocean after a horrible plane explosion was his top priority, in any way, shape, or form. A small sailboat and a nurse to do the job was more than Ryland hoped for.

When Tabi somehow drags him and his buddy Garret onboard and surprisingly gets them to a naval ship close by, Ryland figures he’d used up all his luck and his friend’s too. Sure enough, those who attacked the plane they were in weren’t content to let him slowly die in the ocean. No. Surviving had made him a target all over again.

Tabi isn’t expecting her sailing holiday to include the rescue of two badly injured men and then to end with the loss of her beloved sailboat. Her instincts save them, but now she finds it tough to let them go—even as more of Bullard’s team members come to them—until it becomes apparent that not only are Bullard and his men still targets … but she is too.

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I love Bullard’s interactions with Ice and Levi, he truly cares for Ice, but knows Levi has her heart and respects that. This book opens with Bullard, Ryland and Garrett leaving Ice and Levi’s compound. They are heading to Australia to pick up the rest of their team and check yet another compound Bullard’s thinking of buying. All is going well including a refueling stop in Hawaii and a chance to stretch their legs before the final leg of the journey. Then just to be sure we’re paying attention, the plane goes BOOM!

Yep you heard me, BOOM! I think I started screaming nooooo at this point and trying to gain control to continue reading.

The next thing we know Ryland is holding on to Garett on floating debris. Fortunately for both of them a sailboat saw the explosion and crash.

Tabi sends out an SOS and heads towards the debris closest to her position. She was able to contact a US Navy ship in the area and they have her sailing toward them as they make their way to her. When they get there they take Garrett first since he is in worse shape than Ryland. The weather is getting worse and by the time they return her own boat is in danger. They all end up on the Navy Ship, but not for long thanks to their connections. They get Garrett settled in the hospital and escort Tabi home.

Only to find her place has been trashed.

This is a favorite scene.

Swearing softly, Ryland used his elbow to push the door forward. He stepped inside and turned to look back at her. “I presume you don’t leave your place unlocked like this.”

Her face blanched, and she shook her head, her hair flying wildly around her features. “Of course not,” she said. “I haven’t been here in what? Nine days? I think I flew out nine days ago.” She stepped carefully inside behind him, with Cain coming in after her. She stared at her living room, which had been completely trashed. “Why would somebody do this?” she asked, her arms outstretched.

“It appears they came here, looking for you,” Cain said.

“Well, I’m obviously not here,” she snapped. “Why rip open the cushions?”

“Normally I’d say they were looking for something, but I’m not sure just what anybody would be looking for in this case.”

“And why?” she said. “It’s not like I’ve been here to stash some theoretical thing here connected to the airplane crash. Even if I was on the naval ship with the guys, or even on my sailboat for a time with Ryland and Garret, it’s not like they gave me anything.” She turned to face Ryland. “Surely you guys weren’t looking for or carrying contraband of some sort, were you?” Then she immediately answered her own question. “And it doesn’t even matter if you were, since you were blasted into the water, without warning.”

“Exactly,” he said. “No, we weren’t carrying anything on board, and we didn’t have anything when we got out of the water, as you well know.”

She nodded. “Your clothes were torn up and halfway off you as it was,” she said, as she walked a few steps forward and turned to look around. “I just don’t get it,” she said, as she surveyed the enormity of the mess the intruders had made. She walked into the kitchen and said, “Jesus! And this makes absolutely no sense either.” All the pickles, relish, various mustards, and other condiments from the fridge had been taken out, upended, and dumped everywhere. “This isn’t a normal robbery,” she said. “This isn’t somebody walking in and getting pissed off that I didn’t have something in particular they were looking for. This is just deliberately making a mess.” She looked at them. “But why?”

At that, Ryland frowned. “The only thing I can think of is, one, to make you leave. Two, to cause you all kinds of chaos and make you worried maybe. And three …” He looked back at Cain and said, “I don’t really have a three. Do you?”

“This is a deliberate act,” Cain said. “But, other than to chase you away, I don’t know why.”

“And, if I were to be chased away,” she said, looking at the two men, “where would I go anyway?”

Immediately both men spun around. “That is the question. Where would you go?”

She looked at them, puzzled, and said, “I don’t understand.”

“If this chased you away, where would you go?”

She frowned and thought about it. “I don’t know,” she said. “I have friends I could bunk with overnight, I guess. My friend’s boat may be here— the one I can use when I’ve got some free time. If I could contact her and make sure the boat is in her slip, and she doesn’t have other plans for it, I could go to the marina and sleep on it overnight. I’d probably just end up in a hotel, frustrated and angry, trying to get insurance to fix this up,” she said.

“Would you call the cops?”

“Sure, I would,” she said. “This is obviously breaking and entering, but it’s more vandalism than anything else.”

“Nuisance value.”

“Yes,” she said. “But there’s got to be a message behind it.” She walked to the master bedroom, and her heart sank. All her bedding, all the clothes from the closet and drawers were all dumped and tossed around. She walked into the bathroom and saw something on the mirror and stared. “Well, I found the message,” she called out. Both men followed her into the bathroom, and she pointed to the lipstick message on the glass.

Bitch, we’re on to you! She

looked at the men. “But on to me about what?”

Cain spoke first. “Is there any other reason, something completely unrelated to Ryland here, that would cause you to believe somebody was doing this on a personal level?”

“You mean, like some ex-boyfriend or a really upset girlfriend, coworker?” she asked.

“Anything,” Ryland said. “Personal relationships, work, family, neighbors.”

“No,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I really hate to think that you guys will start digging into my background.”

“Are you hiding anything?” Ryland asked bluntly. “This is really not the time or place to be trying to hide something from us.”

“I’m not hiding anything. My life has been fairly simple up until now. I don’t have anything to hide. My last relationship was about five months ago, and we broke it off peaceably.”

“Is there such a thing?” Cain asked her curiously.

“Well, let’s just say I suspected that he was screwing around on me, and I didn’t wait to find out for sure. I didn’t care to be with him anymore, so I just told him that we were done,” she said. “He agreed and said it wasn’t working out for him either, and we split. Easy,” she said.

“Why did you end up taking this holiday alone?” Cain asked.

She looked up at them in surprise. “Let me guess. Do you think that a woman can’t do anything without a man nearby?”

Ryland immediately held up his hand. “No, we’re not going there at all. What we’re getting at is why you chose this time and place for your holiday.”

“Because it commemorates the death of my brother, who my boat was named after,” she snapped in frustration and tears. “He died of leukemia six years ago. So, every year, I take time off from work, and I go sailing. All of the medical staff at the hospital know. It’s my way to get back in touch with what really matters in life.”

At that, a moment of silence came from the other two. “So pretty much anybody at the hospital would have known you were out there on the boat?” Cain asked.

“Yes.” She raised her hands in frustration. “Surely you don’t think your plane was blown up in that exact spot, at that exact time, all so I would find you?” she sneered. “Even the gods couldn’t have made that happen.”

“No,” he said, “but obviously they would have known your place was empty.”

She thought about it and nodded. “Yes, as well as several of my neighbors here and anybody I worked with. Not to mention others, like the newspaper boy, and probably a half-dozen more I’ve mentioned it to. I’ve lived here a long time, so I know people. I’m social with them to a certain extent, and I would expect a certain amount of social small talk at various times. So, yes, people would know, but we can hardly go blame everybody who would know.”

“No, but it just means that there was an opportunity and a motive, and somebody took it.”

“So, we’re back to thinking that this is related to Ryland and that they got here before I got back?”

“As soon as you were picked up by the naval ship, the bad guys knew that you would be home within a day or two, so they probably came in yesterday,” Cain said. “Listen. If you have insurance, they’ll cover this, but obviously you can’t stay here.”

“Well, I could,” she said, as she looked around. “It would take a long time to clean up this mess, but the bedroom is still serviceable. I could toss everything, go buy a quick change of sheets, and sit in my room, while I await the insurance adjuster, and then get this place cleaned up. But it wouldn’t be pleasant, right?” She looked back to see them staring at each other, their gazes hard. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re coming with us,” Ryland said.

“Like hell I am,” she said. “No way you’ll convince me that, if I’m not with you, I’ll be in more trouble, and, if I’m with you, I’ll be better off.” “But you will be,” he said. “It’ll be obvious to anybody who’s watching you that you’re not alone and that you’re not helpless in this world.”

“Gosh, I can’t remember the last time I was helpless,” she said coolly, leaning against the now-closed refrigerator door. She looked around at her apartment and said, “You know what? I won’t cry out of frustration for something like this, but it does make me angry as hell.” She looked at them. “So, if you have all these superspy bullshit skills, can you check into the cameras for the apartment, and see who did this?”

Cain gave her a smile, while Ryland looked at her with a chuckle. “It’s already happening,” he said. “We should have an answer pretty quick.”

Just then Cain’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, read the text, and said, “Single male, five-ten, with lighter skin and freckles, but his face was kept away from the cameras. He wore a hat down low and a sports jacket over jeans and sneakers.”

She snorted at that. “You got a photo already?”

He tapped away on the phone for a moment, and, when it buzzed again, he held it up. “Do you recognize this person?”

She looked at an image of what could have been nearly anybody. She sighed and said, “No. So how did he get in?”

“A key apparently. But busted up the door for good measure.”

“Great,” she said. “So one guy did all of this? He must have been here for what— an hour, two hours?”

“Two hours and twenty-two minutes,” Cain said, reading the text. “He left the same way. He was picked up on the outside of the parking lot on foot.”

“And I guess, if he’d parked nearby, we would have gotten a vehicle model and license plate.”

“Yeah, and we’d have tracked him into the city as well,” Ryland said.

“So what does this make him?”

The two men looked at each other, looked back at her, and Cain said, “A pro.”
Dale Mayer. Ryland’s Reach (Kindle Locations 1132-1211). Valley Publishing.

Things heat up on almost every page even as Ryland and Tabi fall for each other.

As you’ve probably gathered by now, there is no sign of Bullard and they are still searching for him. Ice and Levi are involved on an information level but all of Bullard’s men are involved now as well.

Serious action, suspense and a romance that just escalates with it.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series. There’s seriously a lot more questions to be answered here.

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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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Ice Maiden – Psychic Visions Book 18 by Dale Mayer


Ice Maiden
Psychic Visions Book 18
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Gabby Mulder was loving her winter in Aspen, Colorado, until a dangerous event with a ghost nearly killed her. Not that she was a believer but, given the circumstances, she had to be open to such a possibility. When one of her roommates is brutally murdered in their shared apartment, rumors circulate of a serial killer returning, which just adds to Gabby’s pain. Confused and grieving, Gabby is forced to move to a new residence, while the police investigate the death, the crime scene at the apartment, and her.

Detective Damon Fletcher considered Gabby a flighty troublemaker after an incident at the bookstore where she worked and then later on the slopes. But when one of her roommates is murdered, his interest in her grows to a whole new level.

When another of Gabby’s roommates is killed, Gabby is caught in the middle, as suspicious gazes turn her way. What had she gotten mixed up in? Even worse how are these deaths connected to several cold cases? The danger escalates as events, ghostly and otherwise, strike closer to both Gabby and all those who she holds dear.

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When Gabby Mulder and her best friend Wendy decided to spend the winter in Aspen she never expected to feel so at home there. She has a job she loves at a bookstore in spite of the prickly owner and on her days off she loves snowboarding with her roommates. Aspen is extremely expensive and along with Wendy they share an apartment with three other girls.

As this book opens Gabby has a very scary experience on the slopes, almost going over a precipice. Observers say it looked like she just went crazy with speed and lost control, but it’s what she thinks she heard and felt that is truly puzzling to her. She’s sure she was pushed, but there was no one around.

Detective Damon Fletcher was working with the ski patrol when Gabby had the accident. He’s not convinced of her story but the ER doctor has him thinking about ghosts and the reputation of the mountain.

Damon also comes by to check on her and speak with her friend Wendy. It’s then he learns of a book about the darker side of Aspen that Gabby purchased from the other bookstore in town.

Wendy starts discussing the fact spring was coming to Aspen and they said just one winter but they leave it at that to go to bed. Only to be awakened by strange and downright scary noises coming from the living room. Terrified Gabby calls the number the detective gave her.

This is a favorite scene.

“I just feel like we could do so much more with our lives if we weren’t here.”

“I know, and that’s why we said one winter. Remember?”

“I remember,” she said. “It’s almost April. Remember that?”

Gabby frowned. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, when is winter over here? It’s not like we set any guidelines for that.” “I know,” Gabby whispered. “Let’s not talk about it tonight though, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, “but it’s not something we can keep pushing off.”

“Maybe we can, though.”

“And maybe we can’t.”

With that in mind, the two friends split to their separate bedrooms. As she curled up in bed, Gabby realized that Wendy was right, of course. They had made the decision to come for a winter but had never discussed at what point winter was to be considered over. She hated to think that her best friend would move away because this wasn’t where Wendy wanted to be. But, at the same time, it was exactly where Gabby wanted to be, so she had some decisions to make herself. One of the realities of living here was that it was very expensive, particularly when they had low-end paying jobs.

She groaned on that note, determined to get through the night with some rest and to wake up nice and happy again tomorrow. Soon she drifted off to sleep. The next thing she knew, she heard all kinds of odd sounds in the apartment. She sat up in bed, wondering if one of the windows had been left open. She walked over and opened her door just a hair, only to hear an odd wail coming from the living room. Wendy’s door beside Gabby’s door opened up, and the two of them stared at each other, terrified.

“What the hell is that?” Gabby whispered.

Wendy immediately shook her head. “I have no idea,” she said, “but I don’t like the sound of it.”

Both of them were too terrified to go into the living room.

“You should call somebody,” Wendy said.

Gabby grabbed her phone and called the police. And, for whatever reason, her fingers ended up connecting her to the same detective. When his sleep-clogged voice answered, she said, “I don’t know if you can hear this going on in the background,” she said, “but that’s happening in my living room.” He came awake almost instantly.

“What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know,” she wailed, as softly as she could. “I don’t know. It’s coming from the living room.”

“Stay in your room,” he said, “and lock your door, if you can. I’m on my way.”

As she turned, Wendy was here in the room with her, shutting the door quietly, and the two of them sat and waited on the floor, their backs against the door. Then, all of a sudden, the noises stopped.

They looked at each other, and Gabby jumped up. “I don’t know, but maybe it’s safe to look now.”

“Hell no, it’s not safe,” Wendy said, in an adamant voice, rising to her feet. “We’ll wait for the detective to come through.”

“But what if he doesn’t come?” Gabby said.

“I’m not going anywhere until the detective gets here! Did he say he was coming?”

“Yes. He said he’s on his way,” she replied. She turned to the door, put her ear against it, and looked at her friend. “It’s quiet out there.”

“I know,” Wendy said, “and somehow, somehow that seems even worse.”

Gabby hated to agree with her, but, when she opened the door a bit, she heard just this weird deathly silence. She immediately slammed the door shut again, then turned to look at her friend.

When a loud bang came from the living room, the two women jumped together, arms around each other, as they clung tightly. Then they heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom door.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” Wendy whispered, and they backed up toward the window, where they could look out of their third-floor apartment. “We’re never getting a third-floor apartment again,” Wendy whispered. “If we were on the first floor, we could be out and gone by now.”

The two women trembled as the footsteps stopped just outside the bedroom door. Gabby’s phone rang. With their arms clenched around each other, Gabby was too scared to even look at her cell. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she said, quickly trying to turn off the noise. If the intruder didn’t know someone was here, he did now. But her cell rang on, and, as her fingers fumbled, she answered it.

“It’s me. I’m outside your building now.”

“Oh, my God,” she said. “Come in. Come in. Come in. He’s right at our bedroom door.”

“I’m here,” he said. “Just stay on the phone with me. I’m on my way in. Did you see him?”

“I can’t see anything,” she said. “Whoever it was stopped just outside my bedroom door. Some horrible noises were out there.”

“Okay. I’m at the front door. I’m putting the phone in my pocket, just stay on the line.”

And, with that, the two women grabbed hold and waited. They heard something more in their apartment, but Gabby didn’t know what it was. Then more footsteps. Finally the bedroom door opened, and it was Damon. She looked at him in shock; then she raced toward him. “Oh, my God,” she said. “What happened?” And then, as he reached out to her, she didn’t give a damn. She threw herself into his arms, and he wrapped them around her.

Damon said, “I’m here. Easy now. Take it easy.”

Now Wendy clutched him, right beside Gabby. With his arms around both women, they burrowed close, looking for that reassurance that whatever hell had gone on was okay now. Finally they calmed down enough to look up at him, questions written all over their expressions.

“Give me a moment. Just step back in your room and stay here.”

“No problem,” Gabby said. The women both stepped back, but, with the door open, they could watch as he headed back out to the living room. Then she heard him on the phone but couldn’t understand what he said. Gabby looked at Wendy, the two of them standing there, close to each other.

When he finally came back, his face was grim.

“What did you find?” Gabby asked.

“I think it’s one of your roommates,” he said hesitantly.
Dale Mayer. Ice Maiden (Kindle Locations 579-629). Valley Publishing.

Damon breaks the horrific news of finding possibly one of their roommates and says he needs a description of all of them. When Damon’s partner arrives he delivers the news that the MO of this crime is like a serial killer from the past, a killer that is dead.

Now the girls can’t leave town but neither can they stay in their apartment. While Wendy does have a place to go, Gabby doesn’t. Damon steps up and offers her the use of a small furnished apartment over the garage of the place he just inherited.

Things start getting a bit weirder as Gabby has a revelation thinking she’s arguing with herself. In fact she’s arguing with the ‘ghost’. It’s Damon who suggests she see someone, a specialist of sorts. Dr. Mica is speaking with Gabby about the events of the previous days when she says the entity is there. Both Dr. Mica and Damon can feel the cold, but Gabby can’t shake the cold off.

Things start getting even stranger as more bodies start turning up. There has to be a connection to Gabby somewhere.

Stefan gets involved at Dr. Mica’s request and things start getting more intense as he discovers it’s some sort of a possession.

Full of suspense and plenty of surprises and that simmer to sizzle romance I love.

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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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Eye of the Falcon & Itsy Bitsy Spider Psychic Visions Books 12 & 13 By Dale Mayer


Eye of the Falcon & Itsy Bitsy Spider
Psychic Visions Books 12 & 13
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Eye of the Falcon

Back in Ireland as a young girl, Issa had formed a strong bond with the falcon her father used as the lookout for his smuggling operation. One night, during a job gone wrong, her father and brothers were killed. Issa’s mother wanted a fresh start, and they immigrated to America.

Issa pursues a career in environmental sciences and continues her passion for falconry. Unable to find a special falcon like the one she’d had in Ireland is a constant disappointment for her…until the fateful day her world explodes yet again.

Eagle is a retired military pilot. He’s set up a small ranch outside Denver, Colorado where he runs a rescue center for raptors. When one of his newest arrivals, a sharp-eyed falcon, begins acting irrationally, Eagle hates the thought but knows his only choice is to euthanize it. Only the wounded bird rips free.

Badly hurt, somehow it manages to disappear into the skies only to return the very next night with a beautiful, injured woman…and a message of death and destruction for both Eagle and Issa.

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Queenie Landry’s job as a fortune teller at an amusement park pays the bills but it’s a far cry from the respectable psychic advisor role she once filled at the police station where the love of her life, Kirk Wallace, was a detective. A case went bad when she steered the team in the wrong direction and a woman died. Queenie experienced a horrific crisis of faith in her own abilities and pushed everyone away.

Nine months later, alone and denying her psychic gift, she gives birth to a son and feels redeemed. But a happily-ever-after isn’t to be. Following a severe illness, Queenie wakes up eighteen months later only to be told her son died. Unable to handle her grief, she opens herself once more to her abilities, desperate to connect with her child. Resigned to telling fortunes at the park, she’s stunned when a man walks into her tent and she sees a vision of a woman he’s murdered. She realizes she has to contact Kirk again.

Kirk left under duress. Though he regrets his decision, he’s never forgotten Queenie or found anyone to replace her. Having to be the one to tell her about her son’s death all but destroyed him because he knew it would unhinge her and he isn’t sure how she’ll ever find stability again.

Unknown to either of them, someone has been watching her for a long time, someone who likes to play games with other people’s lives–as he has Queenie’s. But even he’s confused by the creepy spiders amassing all around her. What message are they trying to convey to her that she’s stubbornly refused to hear…and what price will she have to pay if she fails?

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Eye of the Falcon

As a child Issa bonded with a falcon in Ireland, circumstances had her mother moving them to the US. It’s now years later, Issa has just cleaned out her mother’s apartment following her death. She lives out in the wilds because she needs the wide open spaces. Her cabin is small but functional and away from the boxed in feel she gets from the city. She’s a bit distraught but gets a bit of solace from the birds she cares for. A beautiful falcon, Roash, a Snowy Owl, Humbug and a tiny saw-whet owl, Gillian all have special needs and Issa is more than happy to meet them. She’s yet to find a job even as a biologist with a PhD in Environmental science the offers haven’t exactly been flooding in. After storing the boxes in her root cellar, she hears a disturbance outside. A gunshot has her tearing out the door only to be captured by strong arms and then encased in some sort of sack.

Eagle has a small ranch outside of Denver, he’s set up a sort of wild bird rescue, treating injured birds of prey. An injured falcon had shown up a few days earlier and now Eagle is afraid he’s going to have to put it down. However, the moment they’re outside the bird flies off. Something he shouldn’t be able to do with his injuries.

Eagle then realized all the birds were eerily quiet. As he investigates with his rifle and his dogs at his side, the falcon he calls Rikker flies up from the brush and then goes back down. What Eagle finds when he gets closer stuns him.

This is a favorite scene.

But Eagle found none of those four-legged creatures.

And still behind Eagle was only silence. Every bird watched his progress. He kept glancing into the pens for any clue. Something was seriously off. A thick dark growl erupted from Gunner’s throat. The huge sheepdog ambled forward, his ears up, his back raised. Hatter raced behind with a lesser sense of smell. More concerned with the joys of puppyhood, he pranced and jumped around Gunner, trying to figure out what this new game was all about.

Unfortunately Hatter was no puppy— he was just stunted in growth and seriously stupid.

Eagle walked past, dropping a soothing hand on the back of Gunner’s neck. “What is it, boy?”

Gunner hunkered down as the hair on the back of his neck rose again. Eagle studied the long grass and the thick forest beyond. The air was still, heavy. Nothing moved. Not even the wind.

A negative space was up ahead where the ground cover appeared flattened. A trail of broken and trampled grass led to it, but, unless the animal left the same way, no path exited the hollow. With Gunner at his side, Hatter loping behind, Eagle slowly approached. Reaching the first fence line, he stood on the bottom rail and stretched up, hoping to see what was hiding.

Just then something erupted from the long grass.

He watched in amazement as Rikker soared high above, splitting the air with its piercing screech, only to circle back around again and again and slowly lower itself down. Eagle could see its broken wing, and yet the bird still flew straight. Eagle didn’t understand— but he wanted to. He swung a leg over the top rail of the fence and jumped down on the other side.

He ordered the dogs to stay. Gunner broke into furious barking, as if warning Eagle not to go there. But the big heavy dog couldn’t jump this fence easily. With his weapon ready, Eagle slowly parted the long grass. Just as he caught a glimpse of something white on the ground, the falcon rose once again, flapping its big wings in front of him.

“Easy, Rikker. Take it easy now. Let me see what’s going on.”

Unable to see around the irate bird, Eagle stepped forward, using his arms to brush back the raptor. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he froze, his mind struggling to compute the scene before him.

A nude woman— bloody, bruised, and scratched to hell— lay collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Or dead.

“Jesus Christ.” He put away his weapon and dropped to her side. She was on her side, but Eagle could see she was young, with long dark-red hair half covering her face, skinny to the point of being gaunt. Her bare feet were bloody and torn. As if she’d run until she couldn’t take one more step …

Instinctively he searched for a pulse, only to have Rikker flap his dangerously large wings in Eagle’s face and claw at his hands.

“Stop. I must help her. Just like I helped you.”

With a wary eye on the bird, Eagle was determined to subdue the falcon if he wouldn’t let Eagle check out the woman. He slowly outstretched his arm again. Rikker made a harsh cry but settled onto the woman’s shoulder.

Not the best place, but it would do for the moment. Eagle found a pulse at her wrist. Slow and steady. He did a quick check for injuries. He ran experienced fingers down her spine, her extremities, looking for breaks. He couldn’t find any broken bones, but her right ankle was swollen, and one shoulder badly cut, and any internal fractures would be hard to confirm without X-rays. He frowned, his mind racing to identify the wounds and their cause.

Keeping his face and eyes protected from the falcon, still uncertain of the reason for the bird’s presence, Eagle searched the woman’s back and chest again and found a small hole on the shoulder she lay on. He settled on his heels. He knew that wound.

She’d been shot by a small caliber handgun at close range. He gently rolled her forward and found no exit wound.

“Goddammit.” He glared at Rikker. “What the hell is going on here?”

In a move that shocked Eagle into silence, Rikker slowly lowered his head and stroked the woman’s cheek with his beak.

“Well, shit,” he whispered. Eagle pulled off his shirt, throwing it across her form. Wishing he had a blanket with him, he glanced at the house and realized it’d be better to pick her up and take her back, but how badly wounded was she? He worried about internal injuries the most. Still, she couldn’t stay here. That’s when he noticed the bright red blood on the grass beside her head. As soon as he probed that side, she moaned. In a gentle voice he whispered, “Take it easy. You’re safe now.”

Just then she rolled to her back. Her eyes opened, and cloudy midnight-blue irises gazed at him. She seemed to focus, only to have her lashes slowly drop again. Her mouth worked, and he could sense the effort behind her need to speak.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Her eyes opened, this time with more clarity, and landed on Rikker. Instead of crying out or screaming in terror, she murmured, “Mo chara, you found me.” She gently stroked the falcon. He crooned at her touch, and her eyes drifted closed again.

Aware of time passing, but also aware of something magical happening, Eagle studied her waxy features, his gaze catching sight of the fresh blood on her forehead.

He slipped his arms under her frail form and lifted her. As if Mother Nature herself was helping, the wind picked up, making the trees bow around him, the branches forming a protective curtain for him to carry her through, unseen by others. The air held an eeriness, like something otherworldly. The dust swirled up at his feet, taking away his footprints, even though it had rained just that morning. And then a rumble sounded, … as if someone gave them cover to hide the noise Eagle now made.

Unnerved, but understanding an opportunity had presented itself, he cradled her against his chest and strode back to the dogs. He awkwardly made it over the fence and froze. Rikker stood on Gunner’s back, both ahead of Eagle as if urging him to move faster, with neither complaining about the odd transportation system. Even Hatter was out in front, for once a serious look in his eye.

Eagle didn’t have a clue what was going on, but, whatever it was, it had to do with the injured woman in his arms. He picked up speed, almost running to his house. As he came to the large falcon pens, the silence was suffocating. His heart slammed against his chest, and he could hardly breathe for the tension coiling inside.

As soon as he pounded up the steps to his house and bolted inside, the dogs barked and the raptors screeched, filling his world with a cacophony of sounds— like some invisible command had been released.

He stared down at the frail woman in his arms and asked in a low shocked voice, “Who are you? And what the hell just happened to my world?”
Dale Mayer. Eye of the Falcon (Kindle Locations 176-229). Valley Publishing.

Eagle calls in some help, and when Issa wakes she doesn’t remember much. A vet, a doctor both say she should go to the hospital and he should call the sheriff but he knows something bigger is involved and won’t do that.

Both Stefan and Tabitha get involved in the most unusual way. I have to admit I was a bit puzzled when Stefan had to be pulled back by both Dr. Maddy and Celina. It’s the after affects of that bit of ‘flying’ that really had me laughing out loud as everything Stefan starts painting ends up with an owl in it.

Plenty of tension as Eagle helps Issa and tries to get her to remember what happened. Everything seems to lead back to her childhood some how, and Stefan encourages her to look further therein.

I couldn’t put this book down as the pieces start to form and come together. The relationship between Eagle and Issa simmers before it sizzles.

A fun and interesting tale with yet another unique ability and lots of intrigue and suspense.

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

Queenie is a psychic, the real deal like Stefan. She’s working at an amusement park answering a question for five dollars. She is using her gifts, but her boss Carlos isn’t a believer so he’s tending to overwork her. This particular day a spider decides to show up and walk across her table. Now spiders aren’t her favorite things so the urge to pick it up surprises her. The images she sees with the spider on her hand are startling and bring back painful memories. This was immediately followed by a man wanting to know if he would be acquiring a particular property. The vision Queenie gets is fast and overwhelming. This man had killed. Then the spider was back and what she hears really sets her off balance.

This event starts Queenie on a different kind of journey. She contacts her ex Kirk a Seattle detective, only to regret the call and sends an email with the visions details. They aren’t enough to pinpoint the body or convict the killer but they were something to follow up on.

Kirk and Queenie broke up after she fell into the depths of despair after losing her son to illness. She herself was in a coma when he died, and although they have the signed cremation documents she doesn’t remember ever signing them. She sent him away and he didn’t come back.

Kirk pays her a visit after a woman comes to the station to report her mother missing. The details fit.

This is a favorite scene.

Kirk stared at Queenie, hating the fear on her face as soon as she saw him.

She stared at him, walked around to the table and sagged into the chair. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He stroked a hand through his hair. How did he explain when he wasn’t even sure himself? They had so much history. So many highs, so many lows, such a mess of a relationship, so much pain and ugliness … He’d done his damnedest to weather it all, but, in the end, it had broken them. He wasn’t even sure what words to give her to make her feel more at ease. “Your email.”

He could almost see the wave of fear falling from her shoulders like a shawl she took off and laid on the chair behind her. Why? What was she afraid of?

“What about it?” she asked. “I told you all I knew.”

“Did you?”

She glared at him, getting her spunk back. He loved that. She was never the kind to stay down for long. Even when she was at her absolutely most broken, she’d come out in the ring fighting. Unfortunately it seemed like she’d been fighting everyone, even him. All he’d tried to do was help her, but she couldn’t tell who was helping and who wasn’t. She’d sent him away, and, to his everlasting regret, he’d gone.

She nodded. “He was only here for a couple minutes. He laughed at me because I was bothered by a spider, but he left, outraged at my words.”

His heart slammed against his chest. “You told him something that upset him?” He watched the regret whisper across her face.

“I didn’t think before it came out,” she said. “I was so upset at what I saw that I said something to him about him already knowing the owner was dead.”

Kirk leaned over, placed his hands firmly on the table in front of her and glared at her. “Did you in any way indicate you knew he’d murdered this woman?”

Her face went blank. And then she shrugged. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know. You know what it’s like when I get the visions. They come and they go. I grasp bits and pieces, but I don’t record everything.”

He looked around at the table she worked behind and the absolutely ridiculous headdress sitting on the side of it. “What the hell are you even doing here? You have talent, real talent, and you’re sitting here, acting like some charlatan.”

“I’m doing what I do because it’s what I do,” she said, her tone hard. “I don’t exactly have much in the way of career options. Nor can I keep working for the police when they’ve decided I was half-cocked and unstable. Plus they never paid for my assistance either— they didn’t want anyone to know they were listening to a psychic. So … that doesn’t work. … At least not anymore.”

He hated the note of accusation in her voice. He understood it, but he hated it. “I didn’t have anything to do with that,” he said.

Her smile, if anything, went more blank. She stared at him, her eyes, as always, huge wells of deep midnight blue. For the longest time he would succumb to the lure and completely bury himself in those eyes, in her life, their love all-encompassing, their passion all-overwhelming. When they made love, it was completely transported to something else. They forgot their surroundings; they forgot everything but what they were feeling. He wondered if her psychic ability had wrapped him into her same weird slice of life because it never felt the same before or after. He’d had relationships since, more to help him forget what he’d lost, and had never found anything even close.

“Why do you keep putting yourself in danger?” he cried out in frustration.

She looked at him. “Are you serious? Look where I am. What danger am I in?”

“You called out a murderer.”

“I don’t know that for sure,” she said instantly. “Besides, I was … off. … That damn spider had me off my game, so the murderer surprised me.”

“Explain.” His voice was direct and hard, uncompromising.

She shrugged. “It wasn’t much. Just something unusual.” At his look, she groaned and explained about the spider’s and this man’s arrival at the time. “I don’t know. I’m still not myself,” she muttered.

“But you were sure enough that you contacted me.”

Her back stiffened, and she just glared at him.

He was sorry for making it sound so heartless. He knew she came from a place of deep pain, and he wished he could do something to help her. But there wasn’t anything. He’d already tried many times. “Back to this man. Can you describe him?”

He watched as she closed her eyes and gave him a recital. “Six foot two, at least 280, most of it chest and belly. Blustery, arrogant, the world is his, and the rules don’t apply to him.”

“Anything else?”

“Going slightly bald on the top. His hair is dark, almost black, but gray’s etching in. His face has a florid complexion, definitely a double chin, dressed well. The child was more easily identifiable.”

“What child?”

“He came in with a small boy, holding his hand.”

“What can you tell me about the boy?”

“Five-years-old, wearing jeans with the cuffs rolled up, sneakers that had little lights when he walked.” Her voice softened as she described the child. “Plaid shirt. He wasn’t happy. He didn’t like being in the tent, and he didn’t like it when the man got angry. He flinched at the tone of voice the man used, and, when they turned, he was dragged out of the tent by the big man.”

“What did he tell you exactly?”

“He asked if he would get the property he was after.”

Kirk listened while she continued with the message she gave him.

“Tell me what you saw in your vision.”

“A woman, early fifties, maybe blond hair, longish, floating around her head. She was just beneath the surface of the lake, maybe an hour’s drive from here. Her property borders a lake. There’s an old home. She’s slim, maybe too slim. But she’s at peace.”

“What do you mean, she’s at peace?”

“Her face is peaceful.” Queenie stopped, confused. “At least it feels that way.”

“She’s dead,” he said. “Right?”

Queenie nodded. “She’s dead. And it was not a natural death.”

“How do you know that?”

“Her throat has been sliced,” she said quietly. “But it’s still not enough for you to go on. It never is.”

He stood back, his fingers jiggling the coins in his pocket as he studied her. “Something’s different this time though.”

She stared at him. “What?”

He lifted his gaze to a point in the tent behind her. “I had a young woman come in, reporting her mother as missing. Her property borders a lake. And it’s about an hour out of town.”

Queenie stared at him. Then she held out her hand. He hated this part. It didn’t always happen when they touched— and it never happened, at least he didn’t think it ever happened, when they had sex— but, when she wanted to know something, it was her way of accessing it. He stared down at her hand.

“Scared?” she challenged.

He extended his hand and placed it on hers, hating she could still get that response from him. It wasn’t that he was scared; it was—

“It’s her,” Queenie said softly. “It’s her mother.”

“Every time you do that is so damn freaky.”

Cautiously he added, “So you’re saying, if we go to that property … How will we find the mother’s body?”

Queenie gave a sad smile. “She’s under the lake’s surface. You won’t see her unless you are almost on top of her. But she’s not close to her property. She’s on the far side of the lake.”

“How did she get there?”

“He used the woman’s boat, rowed it across and dumped her out. Other houses are around. He believes nobody saw him.”

Believes?” he pounced. He watched her eyes unfocus, going wide and black. Another process of hers that always unnerved him. “Who?” he asked urgently. “You know we need witnesses.”

But no answer was immediately forthcoming.

He slowly went to pull away his hand, but she grasped it firmly. He waited, not sure what she was up to. With Queenie, one never knew.

Her voice changed, became someone else’s voice. A man’s voice. “Somebody else saw him,” she said, almost trancelike.

He stared at her, instinctively pulling back, but she wouldn’t let Kirk go.

“Somebody not of this world. Somebody with abilities like mine. Somebody who’s watching him.”

“Watching who?”

“Watching the killer.”

“Why would he do that?” They’d handled a couple twisted cases earlier on. Cases he still had trouble sleeping with. The last thing he wanted was to have another one.

“It’s a game to him.” She opened her eyes, dropped his hand and stared at him, her eyes coming around, focusing on Kirk. “I didn’t just say that, did I?”

He nodded. “Oh, hell yeah, you did.” He shook his head. “But I sure wish you hadn’t. You need to tell me who he is.”

“I don’t know,” she said in a flat tone. “I don’t know who he is.”

“How is that possible? He just took over your body, spoke the words you were thinking.” Shocked, he whispered, “Can you make sure he can’t connect again?”

She gave a broken laugh. “I didn’t expect to connect now. … How can I stop him if he tries again?”

“Did you learn to protect yourself at all?” he asked. “You always talked about needing to do more of that.”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve done a lot of work in that area. You’re right. The next time he tries, maybe I’ll stop him, now that I know he’s there.”

“Next time?” he asked, his heart sinking. “How do you know there will be a next time?”

“He’s not done,” she whispered, her eyes huge wells of grief. “He’s a killer himself. And he’ll kill again. But now that he knows I’m here, he wants to show me what he can do.”
Dale Mayer. Itsy-Bitsy Spider (Kindle Locations 611-694). Valley Publishing.

Stefan answers her call for help, but he also tells her he can’t see the entity. For Stefan that is unusual and a bit scary. He also helps her with the spider issue she appears to be dealing with, they hold some very interesting information.

Kirk works on finding the missing woman, and finds himself more and more intrigued as to Queenie’s abilities. They are so much more than they were before.

I loved the way things slowly build and intertwine in this one with intrigue, suspense and a second chance romance.

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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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Seeds of Malice – Psychic Visions Book 11 By Dale Mayer


Seeds of Malice
Psychic Visions Book 11
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Shunned by her friends,
betrayed by her lover,
charged with murder.
Rinse, repeat…

After being acquitted of murder, botanist Fern Geller tells herself she’s turning her back on the past. She intends to learn everything she can about poisonous plants by completing a six-month contract at the Garden of Death. Only then does she find the answer she seeks. But, when she returns to the conservatory where the first murder took place, she discovers the new boss is missing and several others are dead. Fern is once again the chief suspect.

FBI agent London Behring should know best that appearances can be deceptive…and deadly. Fern is as beautiful as an angel, and just as gentle. He can hardly believe someone would accuse her of murder. The first set of murder charges against her had been dismissed. The question is, why would she come back to the scene of the crime – at the very moment she would fall under suspicion a second time? Does she possess the seeds of malice that would be required to walk away after committing so many crimes?

The one thing London knows he needs to do is keep his guard up at all times while he finds out the truth. Fern’s charm could prove to be the very lure that’s impossible for him to resist.

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Fern Geller is a PhD botanist who’s been working in England at the Garden of Death.  Her specialty is poisonous plants and before leaving the US had been working to find antidotes for them. Her interest in those plants earned her the nickname Dr. Death. Now she’s returned and looking for the director of the Conservatory Reginald Drover. She informed him she needed to talk to him when she landed but hadn’t yet heard back.

As she starts her search for the elusive man she runs into a tour group and speaks with her friend Brittany who’s leading the tour.
She learns there have been a couple of deaths at here that have caused issues for funding. What she doesn’t expect is to run into a couple of FBI agents in the coffee room near Reggie’s office. One of them informs her Reggie is missing and not just for an hour or two. When she sees the other, London, she wasn’t thrilled either. In those agonizing days of her trial he hadn’t helped, he believed what his brother Derek was saying and in spite of the fact they loved each other, he stayed away.

Fern’s next interaction with London was in the backyard of Reggie’s home as she backed away from the porch, she smelled the poison and wasn’t going any closer.

This is a favorite scene.

She left the parking lot and drove to Reggie’s home. She still wasn’t sure he lived in the same place. She’d kept in contact with him for the last six months, and he hadn’t said anything about moving, but that didn’t mean anything. Reginald was just as forgetful as he was good at avoiding people. She pulled into his driveway, happy to see it looked the same as it had late last night. She got out and checked the side garage door. She recognized Reggie’s vehicle inside. That was a good sign, right? Although, last night she hadn’t exited her vehicle to check Reggie’s garage. The car may have been there even then. She walked up to the front door and knocked.

No answer. She pressed the doorbell and waited. And waited. Nothing. She was afraid to open the front door. She looked in through the windows but couldn’t see anything. Not quite knowing what else to do, she walked around to the back door where the kitchen veranda was. As she neared the porch, she froze.

She saw no sign of anyone. It was quiet. However, there was a smell, not of death or decay— although both were here.

But of poison.

She slowly backtracked and came up against a hard body. She screamed and bolted. Only to get snagged and held firm. She twisted in hard arms to glare at London. Of course it was him. “What the hell are you doing scaring me like that?”

He raised an eyebrow and stared at her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told you at the conservatory, I’m looking for Reggie. You say he’s missing. Well, I’m worried. Did you get a warrant to go in?”

He just stared at her, as uncompromising and unhelpful as always. “Why were you backing up?”

“Because I didn’t like the smell,” she snapped. She didn’t know if he understood. Probably not. In London’s case, it was way too confusing to know what he thought.

He raised his head and sniffed the air. Shrugged. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Of course you don’t.” She shook her head, freed herself of his hands that he still hadn’t dropped and turned to walk around the house to her car.

“Where are you going now?”

“Home.”

“What about this smell you were talking about?” he asked in a mocking voice.

She shrugged. “The only thing I can do is tell law enforcement. Since I’ve told you, I’ve taken care of my civic duty.”

She picked up speed. She didn’t know if he would continue to follow her or not, but she wasn’t hanging around. She had no idea if Reginald lay inside the house, but now that more suspicious circumstances had been encountered, she hoped London would do the right thing.
Dale Mayer. Seeds of Malice (Kindle Locations 184-205). Valley Publishing.

We met FBI agent Grant Summer in ‘Hide’n Go Seek’, in this book Stefan has asked him to talk to Fern. She has an extreme dislike for the FBI and police for the way she was treated. She has an odd sense of déjà vu as bodies start turning up. To add even more angst neither Reggie or Derek can be located.

Thankfully the times of death put her with solid alibis but the use of poison and the connections of the deceased to the conservatory have Fern with London’s help re-examining her past.

I love the way Stefan has helped Fern in the past and the way Grant steps in to help as well.

Twists and turns, suspense and intrigue and a rekindled romance that simmers then sizzles.

Just two more books and I’m caught up! I started this series on book 14.

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

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Into the Abyss – Psychic Visions Book 10 by Dale Mayer


Into the Abyss
Psychic Visions Book 10
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Life is never easy but when her family is killed by a serial killer — one who is never caught — it becomes almost impossible.

As she grows up, Tavi works to appear normal while hiding in law enforcement, determined to get answers and if she can — extract revenge.

Jericho is a hunter. Now he’s caught the scent of an old prey, a serial killer he’s been one step behind the whole way. Then Jericho catches wind of the killer’s next victim… Which is none other than a detective with a little too impressive track record for getting her man.

Only she wants nothing to do with him. Or his protection. And he can’t leave her alone…

Sparks fly from the first meet — in more ways than one.

But when energy flares it also attracts. And the killer realizes he can kill two enemies in one swoop. He’s cleaning up. Turning a new leaf.

And wants no one left alive who can stop him…

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Jericho is a psychic hunter, he has been after this particular serial killer for years to no avail. The Ghost was pretty much just that, devastation with no evidence.

Tavika, Tavi, is a detective, she went into this field because her family was killed by the serial killer known as the Ghost. When Jericho asks to see her, he isn’t exactly subtle. He lets her know in no uncertain terms that she going to be next and she is psychic and she’s more than a little attracted to him.

That in itself reins Tavika’s imagination in, as she denies the whole psychic part venomously. She won’t have her reputation sullied by even the hint she is anything like her family. She has buried that part of her and intends to keep it that way. That doesn’t mean she has no talent, she’s just not obvious about using it.

Jericho is more than a little persistent when it comes to Tavi, he’s seen a bit of both of them together just as he’s seen she could be the next victim. The Ghost must be stopped and she is the one who can do it. He pretty much decides to move in after getting a food delivery from her neighborhood he didn’t order.

Now Tavi isn’t pleased at all with this turn of events, and I really enjoyed the interaction between them, especially when her cat Solomon enters the scene.

This is a favorite scene.

Very gently she set her cup down on the table. She really wanted to throw it against the wall and scream and kick something. Preferably Jericho. “You’re telling me he was actually in your hotel, yet you didn’t see him? And you didn’t go after him?”

“No, he was at the reception desk of the hotel while I was in my room. I did not see him. And it would be very nice to go after him, but there’s a reason why he’s called the Ghost, remember?”

Of course she remembered. It was because he left no tracks and used multiple disguises. The end result was law enforcement had nothing to go on. Even if they confiscated the video cameras, if there were any, the Ghost would no longer look the way he had in the video.

“He’s been watching you.”

Her gaze flew back up to his in shock. Slowly she shook her head.

He nodded. When she shook her head again he jumped to his feet and paced the small room.

“Why is it you insist on being thickheaded and stubborn?”

“I’m thickheaded and stubborn?” she asked. “You storm into my life today with a bogus story and a crazy attitude. I have never seen you before. I don’t know you. I don’t trust you. And now you come back tonight telling me a serial killer who people have been hunting for close to twenty years is now watching me.” She snorted. “Why don’t you just crawl back into whatever hole you crawled out from and go find yourself a different hobby? Because you really suck at this one.”

He glared at her. Then smiled.

One that made her spine shiver. She studied him warily. “I don’t like the look of that smile.”

“Too bad. If you won’t listen to me, and my duty is to keep you safe, then I’m going to stay here tonight. I need a place anyway.” He walked over to the couch, bounced on it a couple of times, nodded and stretched out. “This will do just fine.”

She gasped in outrage. “Get out of my apartment.”

“No.” He laughed. “What will you do about it? Call the police?” He reached forward, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “I could use a good game.”

She stood fuming at the end of the couch. He was right. What was she going to do? Call the cops? Hell no. Besides, he’d just tell them a story like he told her. It would be all over the precinct tomorrow. That was the last thing she needed.

“Okay fine, I believe you. I’ll take care. Make sure I’m not being followed.” She added the last in a sarcastic tone of voice. But he wasn’t even looking at her. “Hey, did you hear me?”

“I heard you.” He flicked through the channels. Just when she was ready to scream in frustration or pick up something to toss at him Solomon strolled off her bed and walked over between them. He sat down in front of Jericho and leveled back that golden gaze at him. Jericho immediately sat up. “Holy shit.”

Interesting reaction. She watched carefully as the two made eye contact. She’d never seen Solomon act this way. Then again she didn’t bring visitors home. She had the occasional relationship, a hot and heavy weekend that never made it past the tangled sheet stage. And that was definitely not the relationship she had in mind for Jericho. No, ruthlessly she shoved the energy back down. Dear God, he was potent.

“His name is Solomon,” she said grudgingly. Jericho’s mouth opened and then snapped shut. She wasn’t sure if he was shocked at the size of Solomon or if there was something else going on. She walked around the two of them to check out Jericho’s energy. He kept a tight rein on it, holding it close against his body, like so many other psychics she knew. Hers was no different. It was dangerous to be open and friendly. She kept hers locked down tighter than most.

Solomon’s energy was exactly the same. But there was a crackle in the air, as if Solomon and Jericho were actually having a conversation.

Curious and a little mystified she sat down at the end of the couch.

“Solomon?”

The cat broke the intense connection and turned his golden eyes on her. Then he walked closer and landed in her lap, put his head up on her chest and his engine kicked in. She could do nothing else but wrap her arms around him and hold on tight.

Jericho looked at her and then his gaze slipped to Solomon and back up to her.

“How long have you had him?”

“Why?” She refused to answer his question. “Now that you know Solomon lives here, would you please just leave?”

That look in his eyes softened. “I wish I could. I really do. But now that I know the Ghost has found where you live and has studied your habits, where you shop, where you eat…” He shook his head. “There’s no way I can do that.”

“You think you’re guarding me? Protecting me?”

His grin flashed, sending little electric shots into her nerve endings. “I know you’re tough, sweetheart, but I can still beat you after three rounds.”

Immediately her feistiness surged to the surface. “You’re on.”

He laughed. “You’re so easy to manipulate.”

“No I’m not.” Inside she was ashamed. He was right. He hadn’t had to do very much, and she was already jumping at him.

Her cell phone went off then. She stood up, still holding Solomon in her arms, and walked across to pick it up from the table.

Dispatch answered, “Detective Bantrell. A second body has been found at the same house you were at earlier today.”

The dispatcher rattled off the same address. She slowly hung up the phone, questions running through her mind in an endless loop. “What the hell?” she whispered.
Mayer, Dale. Into the Abyss: A Psychic Visions Novel. Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (620-665). Kindle Edition.

As the clues trickle in Tavi finds herself questioning the things she knows, and the things she has buried. Jericho of course is pushing but he’s doing it because she has to figure out the why of her past to capture the killer.

We get glimpse of what the killer is thinking throughout, it entices me to guess at the who. Of course I’m wrong.

We get to ‘see’ quite a bit of Stefan in this one too, he tries to temper Jericho’s pushiness while also providing some insight.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue as we get to see Tavi’s talents emerge. The interactions between her and Jericho are both amusing and eventually rather sizzling.

I can’t wait to see who we meet next 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!

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Axel – SEALs of Honor Book 25 By Dale Mayer


Axel
SEALs of Honor Book 25
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Life was never boring, but, for Axel, things kick up a notch when he helps in an underwater rescue of a downed submarine that’s low on oxygen. What they find is nothing like what they expected. All the crew but one was dead—as in shot to death. The last remaining crew member was alive but in rough shape. What the hell happened here?

Allee woke up in the hospital and barely remembers how she got here. But a fuzzy memory only compounds the horror when the investigation ranks her as their number one suspect in the nightmare that won’t quit.

As the investigation takes a darker turn, so does her life, as someone decides a dead patsy is better than one who can talk …

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A downed sub is the focus at the beginning of this book, an SOS had gone out, then nothing. Mason and his team along with others are sent to get the twelve crew members safely off. What they find is not what they expected. Every single member of the crew is dead, shot. What they almost overlooked was the single female of the crew was not among the dead. They find her in the HVAC vent, injured. It’s Axel who goes in to get her out and unfortunately it was painful for her. Allee was a very lucky woman.

At the hospital following surgery, Axel questions her and she is adamant that there was someone else on board. Not a crew member and he had a limp. Axel does find evidence of someone boarding the sub and not leaving. However the powers that be have already decided Allee is the traitor. It’s up to Axel, Baylor and Mason to prove her innocence.

Bits and pieces are what they are getting they need more. Then Allee has a visitor that scares her.

This is a favorite scene.

Axel decided a few hospital sandwiches were in order, so he got up, found the lunchroom, and was just about to get a cup of coffee, when his phone rang. “Hello?”

“He was here,” she said, her voice tense, sounding thin and high.

“Who was here?” He could hear her gasping in the background, realizing that, even though she hadn’t stated who she was, he had no trouble recognizing Ally’s voice. “Ally, what’s the matter?”

But her breaths were raspy and harsh. “Come on. Talk to me.

You’re okay. Talk to me.”

She gave a high-pitched laugh. “What do you mean, I’m okay?” she said. “I just told you that he was here.” And the phone went dead. Having heard the emphasis on he, Axel snatched his laptop and his phone and was out the cafeteria door in seconds. As he barreled up the steps, then through the hallway to her room, one of the nurses stepped forward from the nurses’ station and said, “Sorry, sir. She can’t have visitors right now.”

“Oh, she’s having a visitor,” he said, his voice hard. “She sent out a call for help. I need to know what the hell is going on.”

The nurse looked at him in shock. “What are you talking about?” she asked. “She had her checkup not even forty minutes ago.”

“And lunch?”

“Yes. Her lunch was delivered probably about five to ten minutes ago,” she said, checking her watch. But he still walked rapidly down the hallway, the nurse racing to catch up. When he finally got to Ally’s door, he pushed it open and stepped in. He didn’t care about knocking. She sat there with her arms wrapped tight around her chest, curled up into a tiny ball at the headboard, as much as she could with a cast. At least her leg wasn’t in traction at the moment. He raced forward and, without even thinking about it, scooped her into his arms, turned to sit down with her in his lap and wrapped a blanket around her.

The nurse caught up with him and immediately looked at her. “Dear God,” she said. “What happened?”

“She’s in shock.”

The nurse quickly checked her vitals, but Axel wasn’t really concerned about that. He just held her close and spoke softly to Ally. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

She started to shake her head, and she couldn’t seem to stop.

And he knew exactly what that was— shock. And that it would take a lot for her to calm down. Looking at the nurse, he said, “I’m just holding her for now. Give us a few minutes.”

She frowned, nodded, and said, “I’ll have to report this though.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “You and me both.”

She gave him a startled look, then left the two of them alone.
Dale Mayer. Axel (Kindle Locations 529-551). Valley Publishing.

Axel is working diligently to find the answers and when things go haywire, he also discovers he’s falling for Allee. This of course amuses Baylor.

Plenty of twists, turns and action as this tale unfolds along with that simmer to sizzle romance I love.

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

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Shattered – Psychic Visions Book 9 By Dale Mayer


Shattered
Psychic Visions Book 9
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When something happens that shatters a life beyond recognition, what becomes of the soul?

Trapped in a gilded cage for as long as she can remember, Hannah has tried to escape numerous times, in countless ways. She’s been told all along that there’s something wrong with her, something that her doctors can’t diagnose. But what is life without freedom? Hannah would rather die than stay imprisoned forever.

Another escape, once more the door slams shut with her locked behind it. Then Trevor offers her a way out, one that might actually mean permanent liberation for her. But at what cost? Trevor doesn’t know the truth about her. Despite her fear that he’ll be like all the others and turn away from her in horror, she longs to share her secret with him.

Trevor has worked hard to make up for all the mistakes he’s made in his life. Helping Hannah feels like the right thing to do – more than anything else he’s ever done. But, to free her, the risks he takes asks more of him than he thought possible.

After all, enemies aren’t only outside in the world. Some are inside us… we just don’t know it…

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After showing up on Stefan’s doorstep bloody and believing him to be dead, Hannah wakes in the hospital. She’s not certain how she got there but knows it’s only a matter of time before her father finds her and locks her up again. She doesn’t want it to happen but knows it’s inevitable, her father always gets his way.

Stefan is intrigued because Hannah’s energy is coiled so tightly against her and not just anyone can get to his home. He calls in Dr. Trevor Johnson, a psychologist who works with energy, and also a lawyer which will come in handy in this case. After an initial greeting and then being dismissed by Hannah when the nurse arrives. From the hallway they watch as Hannah devours the food, but its once she’s done that they see it a dark shadow, a someone they need to identify.

When Hannah’s father shows up, Trevor immediately steps in to prevent him from moving Hannah. He does take this a bit to the extreme though and I have to admit it was brilliant. With Stefan and Celina as witnesses, Trevor marries Hannah which overrides her father’s wishes.

This is a favorite scene.

In a firm hand she signed the papers, then several others Trevor handed her. She didn’t even read them, but inside she knew she could trust him. She had no reason to, and the lawyer in him was probably rolling over in his grave, but she had no time. Her father was storming down the hallway, ready to destroy the building if they didn’t produce his daughter now.

“Let’s get you back to your room,” Trevor murmured.

“That would be good.” She thanked the minister. As she turned to thank Stefan and Celina it was to see them holding the door open for Trevor to wheel her out.

“Not too many brides get married in the hospital,” she muttered low enough only Trevor could hear her.

“You’re wrong. For many reasons hundreds of weddings are performed in hospitals every year.”

She thought about that and realized how many scenarios were likely a whole lot more serious and devastating than hers. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t thank me yet. We have some rough patches to get through first.”

“Maybe, but for the first time I don’t feel quite so alone.”

“While I’m here you won’t be.”

Out in the hallway he took her to a large elevator. “This is a different way than I was brought down.”

“We took you the back way to make sure no one saw you. Your father and his men have been tearing the place apart looking for you.”

“And why is it they didn’t find me?” she asked curiously. She couldn’t imagine something as simple as getting lost having stopped her father from doing what he wanted to do.

“He couldn’t find the chapel.”

“But why not? It’s on the signs.”

He chuckled. “Well, it was there, but apparently they couldn’t see what was right in front of their eyes.”

He exchanged a knowing look with Stefan that she really wanted to ask about, but he was already wheeling her into the room. Her very full room.

“There she is,” her father cried. “What did you do with her?”

Stefan and Trevor stiffened, their glare locked on her father. Trevor was the first to speak. “Just what are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything,” her father roared. “I’m accusing you of kidnapping my daughter.”

“Kidnapping,” Hannah gasped. “What are you talking about?”

Her father glared at Trevor then turned his temper on her. “You weren’t here when you were supposed to be. We were told you were in the chapel but couldn’t find it either. Then when one of my men found the chapel, you weren’t there,” he shouted.

She stared at him. Had she ever seen him lose control like this? No. She wondered just what the hell he’d do when he found out the truth.

She wouldn’t have long to wait.

“Sorry if you had trouble finding the room. It’s a popular place, and being on the main floor, I was sure there’d be no trouble finding it,” Trevor said helpfully. “I’d have sent someone to show you the way if I thought you’d get lost.”

Her father’s face turned red, and it appeared he was ready to have a stroke.

“Daddy, calm down,” Hannah cried out. “You look like you’re going to have a heart attack or something. For heaven’s sake, I got married, that’s all.”

Silence.

As in not even a spider dared take a step.

And her father went from beet red to a pure icy white. In a very soft, very scary voice, he asked, “You what?”

Well, she was in the soup now. And she’d damn well better make this look good. “I got married,” she cried. “We wanted a simple ceremony first and thought that we could do a bigger celebration later for the families.”

She beamed up at him. “That’s why I was hoping you’d make it to the chapel. We were so short on time we couldn’t wait for you. But you’ll be there for the second one and can give me away then.”

“And the urgency?” Will asked in a deadly voice.

“You and Daddy of course,” she said smoothly. “Do you really think I’m going to be locked away in an asylum for the rest of my life at your whim?”

“You were going to marry Will,” her father roared. “It was all planned out.”

“Did you also plan to ask my permission in that deal?” She gasped in shock. “Or was I going to be railroaded into that as well?”

Her father straightened his back. “Make no mistake,” he snapped, “you will regret your decision here today.”

And he strode out.

Will stopped in front of Hannah. “Nice try. It won’t last.” He bent down and whispered, “And you will be mine but will no longer hold a position of respect, bitch.”

He turned and walked out behind her father.
Mayer, Dale. Psychic Visions: Books 7-9 . Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (9126-9165). Kindle Edition.

Life for Trevor and Hannah gets very interesting as they discover with Maddy’s help, large blocks in her mind. Some were old but others were newer. Her father also brings Trevor’s past to the fore, one he’s already proved his innocence in, it just makes things annoying.

Stefan also hints at Trevor and Hannah having history together, but Trevor can’t imagine where or when he might have met her before.

There’s something that happens with Hannah that is unique and as she begins to break down the barriers in her mind it is even more apparent.

Plenty of suspense, some interesting interactions with her father’s henchman Will and a revelation that will wrap everything up very nicely.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, it’s on my TBR pile and I really want to catch up on this series before the new book in January.

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

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Rowan – The K9 Files Book 10 By Dale Mayer


Rowan
The K9 Files Book 10
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Rowan hopes that the deep emptiness inside him might possibly heal—if he just finds the retired K9 Hershey, named after an old trainer buddy. Nothing can hold Rowan back from locating his old K9 friend. What he didn’t expect was his old friend had found a new friend, with puppies of her own.

Brandi had just lost her grandmother, her home, and her best four-legged friend, Lacey, in a horrible forest fire that swept through town. Everyone said to not give up on Lacey, as dogs often disappeared only to reappear later. That one thought calls her to spend every spare moment she has at the site, calling for Lacey. When she realizes someone else has the same idea, she’s happy to join forces.

When things get ugly, she’s glad to have someone at her side because she hadn’t seen what ugly could really look like … until now.

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The dog Rowan is going to California to locate has special meaning to him, he was on the mission where Hershey’s handler was killed. If he had known Hershey was retired and up for adoption he would have taken him in a heartbeat. The problem now is the family had been living where one of the wildfires destroyed everything. They’ve had to leave the state and if Hershey is found they don’t want him.

Brandi was in Europe when the rampant wildfire took over her neighborhood. She lost everything, her grandmother died in it and there’s nothing left of their home. She’s been coming back to the area every day since she got back but can’t find her pregnant retriever Lacey.

When she first meets Rowan she’s skeptical but decides to give him a chance when he’s back for a second day. They split off so they could cover more area. It’s Brandi who hears the growl and Rowan joins her. Putting out some food Brandi has, they are surprised by two puppies. He’s not sure if Hershey’s the one guarding them and he’s also worried because his voice is different and he’s not sure if his scent is the same.

Rowan being prepared, manages to get some pictures of the puppies and the other dogs, discovering in the process the mother dog is injured and there’s another puppy not doing well. They need to get them help and soon. But as they’re deciding how to go about it, a shot rings out, and Rowan has Brandi hide while he chases, unsuccessfully, after the shooter. Knowing they have no choice but to get the dogs out now, Rowan concentrates on Hershey.

This is a favorite scene.

As he took a third bite, he broke off a third piece for Hershey and threw it out to him but, this time, not quite as far. If Hershey wanted this piece, he’d have to come out of the shelter a little bit. And Rowan turned his head away and had another bite. As he broke off another one, he turned to look up and found himself staring straight at Hershey’s eyes.

He took a slow, deep breath and said, “Hello there, buddy.” His heart lit with joy. “I’m so sorry my voice is different now, but you know one thing? Hopefully my scent isn’t. My body’s been through a lot of doctors and hospitals and all that good stuff,” he said, “but it’s still me on the inside. That hasn’t changed.”

Afraid to talk too much to the dog just yet, much less reach out, Rowan continued giving Hershey time and little bits of the protein bar. At one point, he looked up, and the dog stared at him in confusion. “Hey, Hershey,” he said, as he reached up a hand.

The dog leaned forward and sniffed his fingers. He reared back and then leaned forward again. Rowan knew Hershey was confused; the scent was close but not quite right and from a long time ago. Rowan leaned forward again, and this time he put up the other hand, the one that hadn’t had surgery. Hershey sniffed and then whined.

Rowan smiled. “Hey, boy. I am so glad I found you.” And just like that, a switch flipped, and Hershey launched himself at Rowan. Hershey’s tail wagging, he jumped, circled him, jumped again, this time completely tackling Rowan to the ground. Rowan lay here on his back, laughing, letting the dog greet him.

“It’s been a long time, boy.” He gently cuddled the great big goof, walked his hands across Hershey, gently loving him, caring and rejoicing in Hershey’s greeting, knowing that this bond had never been broken. That was the thing about animals. They remembered. It took Hershey a bit to get around Rowan’s different smells and his different voice, but, after that, it was a done deal.

Finally Hershey laid down, half on top and half beside Rowan, and dropped his head on his chest. Rowan just held Hershey for a long moment. “It’s been a tough couple years, hasn’t it, buddy? I heard you got to retire and yet look at what happened to your retirement, but then something similar happened to me too.” He reached up and gently scratched the dog.

He heard Brandi’s voice off to the side, who said, “The two pups are coming out toward you.”

He reached up a hand gently, coming in contact with soft fur. The pup backed away a little bit and then came back again. Hershey barked, and pretty quickly both pups surrounded him. Rowan chuckled at the furballs. He said to Brandi, “You can try coming up, if you want.”

“Is it safe?” she asked in a dry tone. He shrugged. “No clue, but Hershey recognized me, and he trusts us enough that he got the pups here now.”

While Hershey was busy, he managed to get a rope and hooked it around the dog’s neck. Hershey didn’t appear to be bothered in any way. As part of his training, he was used to being on a leash. Used to having commands and somebody in authority over him. So this was a good thing.

With a big smile Rowan sat up gently, moving slowly, so that the pups wouldn’t get too scared, and gently he wrapped a rope around the first one, making it snug enough so that he couldn’t pull his head out of it, letting the rope trail behind him, getting him used to it. The pup seemed to treat it more like a toy than anything, rolling around, grabbing the rope, chewing it. When Rowan had the opportunity, he slipped a rope around the second one too.

“These three all have ropes now,” he said. “Do you want to come see if you can contact Lacey from here?”

“I guess that’s my best bet, isn’t it?” She walked up slowly and crouched. Hershey turned to look at her and growled.

Rowan reached up immediately and said, “Friend, Hershey. She’s a friend.”

Hershey’s ears came forward, and he looked down at Rowan. He smiled gently and rubbed Hershey’s forehead. “I know it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? But she’s a good person. It’s okay. We’re here to help Lacey, not hurt her.”

Brandi came closer and greeted the pups, who didn’t seem to think that she was anything other than part of the landscape. They rolled around, grabbing their ropes and tugging.

“They’re so special,” she whispered.

“Pups,” he said with a chuckle, still sitting on the ground. “Now we have ropes on these three, so it depends whether you can get up close and talk to Lacey as to how we handle her.”

She looked at Hershey. “Have you got him under control though?”

Rowan recognized the nervousness in her tone. “He’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve got him now. He’s on a rope. He’s always been very well leash trained. Just don’t make any sudden moves, and go on up and talk to Lacey.” He watched as Brandi shifted closer toward the den that the dogs had created together, talking to Lacey gently. When he heard a whine on the inside of the hollow, Rowan smiled and said, “Give it a shot. I believe another pup is also in there.”

“If the pup is alive,” she murmured.

“We can only deal with what we have to work with,” he said. “So let’s hope everybody is alive.” He watched as she slowly crept a little bit closer and closer. Hershey watched, his ears forward, obviously disturbed at the turn of events but not enough to do anything about it. “Good boy,” Rowan whispered. “Good boy.” Hershey looked down and nuzzled his nose against Rowan, blowing deeply against his neck. Rowan wrapped his arms around his scruff and burrowed his face against his neck. He hoped that she had as much luck with Lacey as he was pretty sure that Lacey was badly hurt.

When he heard a strangled voice calling out to him, he turned to see her saying, “Rowan,” and she held up a third pup. “It’s alive but in rough shape.”

“Can you see why?”

“No,” she said. “It was just lying here.”

He shifted ever-so-slowly so that he could reach up a hand, and she gently placed the pup in his arms. And he tucked it against his chest, while Hershey nuzzled it. “Is this your adopted daughter?”

Rowan checked over the pup, but nothing was obviously wrong. Yet she was malnourished and suffering. “It’s a good chance Lacey has no milk,” he said, “and this one is too weak to eat otherwise.” He turned to look for Brandi, but she was inside the brush again. He didn’t hear any growling, so he hoped for a good outcome because, going into a hollow with an injured dog was never a smart idea. But just like he had a bond with Hershey, he could only hope Brandi had the same bond with Lacey. He called out, “Is she okay?”

“No,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Her back end is damaged.”

“Like from a car accident or the fire?”

“I don’t know what I’m looking at,” she said, “but I think it’s an ugly injury and likely a broken leg.”

At that, he swore and said, “That would explain Hershey’s reaction.”

She lifted the brush and looked at him. “Why is that?”

“Because he knows exactly what those look like,” he said.

She stared down at her beloved dog, and the pain in her dog’s eyes just tore at her. But her tail moved in greeting and hope. With the brush matted down, she could see that this was where the sick pup and, of course, Lacey had bled all around. It didn’t look like she’d gotten up in a couple days. “We have to get her to a vet,” she said.
Dale Mayer. Rowan (Kindle Locations 581-645). Valley Publishing Ltd.

Getting Lacey and the pups to the cars was a bit of an adventure at least for Brandi. Then comes the hard questions about being shot at. As things get even more interesting and suspenseful, Rowan calls on Badger and the guys for help figuring things out. A relationship begins between Brandi and Rowan and there’s hope that maybe they can stay together. You know for the sake of the dogs (grin).

I love these stories so much. This one especially tore at my heart, knowing the devastation of the fires in California.

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

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Now You See Her… – Psychic Visions Book 8 by Dale Mayer


Now You See Her…
Psychic Visions Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Energy is the life-force of inherent good…
and the vigor of unnatural evil.
Which is stronger?

When she was young, Tia was forced into a prison, studied and tortured, because of her special talent. The chance for escape led her to run as far away as she could…but she quickly discovered there is nowhere she can hide that they can’t find her. Stefan Kronos, a psychic who’s formed a community of those like her, is the only person she believes can help her. When she begs him to help her, she awakens from a coma six weeks later. Her problems have only just begun, chief among them that she’s still being hunted.

Now you see her…

Dean is moonlighting as a guard at the hospital Tia finds herself in upon rousing from unconsciousness. Between a rock and a hard place, Dean has met Tia, a woman he can’t forget…and equally can’t believe the insane things she’s telling him – until there’s absolutely no other choice. What’s at stake becomes only too clear when Tia’s problems become Dean’s, entwining them so neither knows where one stops and the other starts. If she runs again, how can he find someone of her unbelievable talents?

Now you don’t…

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Tia has been hiding for years, she can’t let him find her. She has a unique talent, she blends into the energy around her, making her invisible. She’s tired of hiding and turns to Stefan for help. However the person looking for her attacks her, and Stefan gets her to the hospital. What she doesn’t realize at first is that she is safe and among friends, she feels the need to run.

Dean is on guard duty, watching over Tia for Stefan. It’s been weeks since the incident that left her comatose. He checked on her, turned around and she was gone. Fortunately Stefan was in the hospital at the time and joins him, explaining Tia’s ability. Dean’s more than a little grateful that at least Stefan understood what was going on. He certainly didn’t. As he goes off duty, he’s going to check on Tia’s friend Simone. Tia’s worried about her since she helped set up the meeting with Stefan. What he didn’t expect was Tia to slip away and join him. First to an address that wasn’t correct, but was actually Tia’s family dwelling, then to the correct place.

This is a favorite scene.

Tia raced through Simone’s house, following on Dean’s heels. This didn’t make any sense. She made it to the bedroom as he stepped into the bathroom. Her heart stuttered to a stop when she heard him say, “Shit.”

She glanced around the light disarray in the bedroom. Simone was meticulously clean. She’d never have let her bedroom look like this. And…her suitcase was gone.

She brightened. Good. Simone had managed to clear out.

Dean came out of the bathroom, his phone against his ear.

“Stefan. She’s gone. There’s a dead man here.”

What?

Tia snuck around him and raced to the bathroom to see the folded body of a man. “Oh God,” she whispered. “It’s Brennan.”

And heard a sound behind her.

She spun around.

Dean glared at her.

As in he glared at her.

As in he could see her.

Shit.

She caught her breath and waited, her eyes darting to the entrance where he spread his legs in a square stance, effectively filling the doorway. He wasn’t going to let her out. Did he know she was there or was he only guessing? He’d had wonderful hearing in the hospital. And she’d just spoken out loud.

But he didn’t know for sure.

She slowed her breathing down.

“You might as well show yourself. I’m not letting you out of here.”

The nerve of him. What did he know? This was her friend’s house he was searching. Did he have any answers – no. He couldn’t stay here all day. She’d just wait him out.

“Stefan, your little tricky friend is here too.” Dean grinned. “At least I think it’s her. I can hear her, not see her. She’s in the bathroom with the dead man.”

There was silence while she considered her options. She felt like a school kid caught out on a prank.

“No, I’ve called in the police. The place will need to be gone over. So far I’m not sure where Simone is, but it looks like she left in a hurry. The question now is did she kill this man before leaving?”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Tia muttered. “They’d been together for years.”

“Ah, she speaks,” mocked Dean.

“Did you hear that Stefan? Tia says the man was Simone’s partner.”

Dean listened for a few more minutes. “You can make that decision. I’m not. She’s here and she’s your problem. Finding a dead man shoots my chance to get some sleep tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow if we find anything.”

He closed his phone and tucked it into his pocket. “Why waste energy trying to hide? I know you’re here. You obviously came in my truck so stop being a child and show yourself.”

“I’m not a child.” She dropped her energy guard and showed herself. “It’s been a long time since I was a child – if I ever was.”

And something in her voice must have gotten through to him for he stared at her hard for a moment then gave a clipped nod. “Then stop disappearing and running away.”

“I’m being hunted,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe that doesn’t mean anything to you, but I’d kinda like to stay alive, thanks.”

“I got that. But if you’re going to hide from those trying to help you, how far do you think you’re going to get?”

She hated the truth of his words, but trust wasn’t something she did easily. “What do you think happened here?” She motioned to the bathroom, deliberately not mentioning the body at her feet. She had no trouble recognizing Brennan. Simone had talked about him for years, even sending Tia photos, but Tia hadn’t actually met the man as he hadn’t been home last night – deliberate choice on their part. The less people who knew she was here the better.

Not that her attempt to keep him out of this mess had done anything for him.

“She either was attacked by him or someone else came in and killed him but she got away. Or she killed him then left.”

But Tia was already shaking her head. “She wouldn’t have killed him. They had arguments like any relationship, but she’d never kill anyone. She was a nurse. She lived to help people.”

“Let’s say I believe you for the moment, what do you think happened here?”

“I think I made a mistake and somehow someone followed me to her place and went after her. She might have had a warning considering she packed a few things. Simone is very street smart.” She’d have disappeared by now. Chances were good Tia wouldn’t ever see her friend again. As long as Simone was free and clear, Tia would be happy for her.

Her heart tripped over the thought of Simone not being free. Could she have been taken? She was a beautiful woman and she was Tia’s friend. She didn’t know if the asshole would do anything to Simone or if he’d keep her as part of his living collection. If so, maybe then Tia could get to her and save her before it got too bad. As long as she was still alive, she could heal. But Tia had to find her and save her. If she hadn’t been taken then there was no finding her. She had street smarts. She’ll find you – if she cares to.

She walked out of the bathroom and collapsed down on the side of Simone’s bed. “I suppose the cops will be all over the place now.”

“In a few minutes, yes.”

“And you have to stay here?”

“Not for the whole mess of things about to happen, but I will have to for at least an hour or so.”

She nodded. It was just setting in. Simone had lost Brennan and she had lost Simone. She stared dry-eyed at her present life and didn’t like the look of it. The future was even more depressing. Shit.

“You can go into my truck and wait. Don’t let them see you. Oh wait, damn it. What about your fingertips. Do you leave prints?”

She nodded absently. “I do but I haven’t touched anything.” She straightened. “Oh, but I did earlier.”

He nodded, his tone serious as he said, “We might need to take your prints to compare to the ones here.”

A broken laugh escaped her. “No, you won’t need to. You’ll run the prints and mine will come up.”

“Come up for what?” He walked to stand in front of her, effectively caging her in case she tried to bolt.

Only she had no plans to bolt. She was just realizing what kind of trouble she was in. Stefan might not be able to save her this time.

“Just how much trouble are you in?”

“Prison type of trouble,” she said shortly. “Maybe.”

“What did you do?”

“I escaped a place where I was supposed to stay. Only I was a prisoner. When I had an opportunity, I ran and never looked back,” she said softly. “With my prints all over the place, they might think I did it.”

“Did what?”

“Killed the doctor,” she whispered. “But I didn’t kill anyone. I’m not even sure he’s dead. If he is, then I think whoever did kill him is after me…and if he’s not dead…then he’s the one chasing me.”
Mayer, Dale. Psychic Visions: Books 7-9. Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (4931-4989). Kindle Edition.

This is the beginning of a very interesting relationship, Dean can hear and sense her when she’s invisible. This makes for some amusing conversations. There’s also the fact that someone is hunting for her but the main suspect is supposedly dead.

Dean finds himself unable to stay away from her, even as some very strange things happen to her. Dr. Maddy and Stefan are concerned because her energy appears to be shorting out, causing only parts of her to disappear, very disconcerting.

There’s plenty of things going on to keep you turning the pages as Dean, Stephan and Dr. Maddy try to figure out what’s going on. Both with Tia’s energy and who is looking for her.

I was truly surprised at the conclusion of this one, I never saw it coming.

Suspense, intrigue, romance and so much more.

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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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