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Eyes to the Soul – Psychic Visions Book 7 By Dale Mayer


Eyes to the Soul
Psychic Visions Book 7
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Dale Mayer

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Even when a person can see something, it doesn’t necessarily mean he should look…

Celina Wilton is technically blind, but, given the alternative of being dead instead, she’s learned how to adapt to a condition she finds far from ideal.

Leader of a community of psychics, Stefan Kronos is often asked by the police to help out on special cases where his unique abilities assist with investigations. When he’s called upon to consult on a case, Celina falls squarely on his radar. For a long time, he’s wanted to get to know Celina better, and the only reason he’s gotten as far as he has around her walls is by proceeding in unusual ways. He’s had to cautiously watch his every step…and now, in order to protect her, he has to watch hers as well.

But, to unravel the threads tangling their lives with a vicious killer, Celina will need to trust Stefan enough to let him inside her barriers.

This stalker is like none other Stefan has encountered. Before long, he realizes he’s not the only one with eyes into Celina’s soul…

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At the end of ‘Rare Find’ I was happy dancing over this next book. Finally it’s Stefan’s story. He’s with Dr. Maddy and Drew, Tabitha and Ronin and Shay at the symphony when Tabitha lets out a delighted gasp. Stefan had his eyes closed enjoying the music but opens them to see what’s happening. Colors danced with the music in the ethers. It’s Dr. Maddy who points out they are coming from the harpist. Stefan follows the colors to the source, he knows her, she is his beloved, the other half of his soul.

Now it’s one thing to get to know someone and fall in love, but Celina doesn’t know Stefan as he is now. He’s kept his distance, first because he’s older, then later waiting for the right opportunity.

Celina has a problem, there’s someone in her head, asking her for something she can’t do. A repetitive ‘Let Me See’ is only part of the torture he is putting her through. As Celina and a few friends from the symphony are celebrating the new season, he decides to offer her proof of what he could do and that begins a very interesting cycle of events.

Celina’s always seen ghosts but this one that has attached to her is decidedly malicious in intent. Unlike Mimi who is more of a friend and confidant. Celina is also blind, her surgeon is puzzled because there doesn’t appear to be an medical reason for it.

We get to see a lot of Samantha in this book, she’s having visions that are very disturbing. Brandt is trying to make sense of them and needs Stefan’s help. It’s through this connection that Stefan gets to meet Celina, although it’s in regard to a disturbing message written in blood on her bathroom mirror.

This is a favorite scene.

The doorbell rang once, and then a second time. Celina’s stomach sank. Great, here was round two. “That’s the cops. A different group,” she muttered, pushing her chair back to stand up.

“Ugh,” Jillian said.

Celina called back, “I know you can’t stay for long. If you want to take off now while they are here, you could always come over later.”

“Will do.”

Celina opened the door and frowned. Heat and power radiated toward her. “Hello?”

“Hello,” said a calm, masculine voice. “I’m Detective Brandt Sutherland and I have Stefan Kronos, a consultant working with the department, with me.” He hesitated. “May we come in? We won’t be long, but we’d like to see the crime scene.”

She stepped back and away from the entrance. By rights she shouldn’t even be here, but it wasn’t like she had any place to go. She motioned in the direction of the bathroom. “Help yourself.”

“Thank you.” Two men walked past her. The second one caught her attention as he moved past her. She lifted her head and sniffed gently. She recognized that aftershave…and there was just something else about him…she recognized him…or maybe it was his name.

Celina waited at the door but the consultant didn’t say anything. She wracked her brain as to why his name rang a bell in her memory.

Jillian stepped closer and whispered in Celina’s ear, “Oh my God, they are both hunks.”

Celina’s lips twisted. “Really? Well, their looks don’t do anything for me.”

“Maybe not, but wow.” Then her voice changed. “I feel like I should know the first guy but can’t place him.”

“Hmm. I thought I recognized the consultant’s name, but I don’t know from where.”

“Think about it, and be good while I’m gone.”

“Like I have a choice,” Celina muttered as she closed the door behind her friend. She really needed to give up her self-pity and get on with her life.

“Like hell,” she said to no one in particular, then realized how odd she must look standing in the hallway talking to herself. She made her way back to the kitchen where she sat down with her tea and waited. She lifted her cup ever so slightly when she felt it – almost a ghostly poke.

It was a weird, snaky, sneaky feeling. She frowned and lifted her face in the direction of the doorway.

“Did you want to talk to me?” That deep milk chocolate voice that promised a million midnight dreams spoke, his tone curling her toes and making her drop her cup. She knew that voice. Oh dear God, she did. “You,” she whispered. “What are you doing here?”

“Do you know me?” the consultant asked. “From where?” The smile in his voice sent shivers down her back.

It was stupid, but she felt she’d touched this man before and had been touched by him. Finally, forced by a compulsion she couldn’t understand, she whispered the truth under her breath, “From my dreams. I’ve seen you in my dreams.”
Mayer, Dale. Psychic Visions: Books 7-9 . Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (975-999). Kindle Edition.

Stefan is a bit puzzled, but takes it all in stride knowing that everything will eventually come together and make sense. In a bit of a twist, Celina’s surgeon calls Dr. Maddy in for a consult on her eyes. This turns out to be even more interesting.

I love the peeks we get at the bad guy’s thoughts as this story unfolds it kept me trying to guess who it is and why. Thanks to Dr. Maddy, Stefan is finally able to get close to Celina. Although Lissa, the teenage ghost who’s attached herself to Stefan isn’t happy with her.

I loved this complicated tale with so many different things going on that are all related and just a touch of sizzle. I’m so glad I was able to get this in another bundle so I can just start on the next book.

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

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

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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Rare Find – Psychic Visions Book 6 by Dale Mayer


Rare Find
Psychic Visions Book 6
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Injured people in need of aid call out to friends and family or even strangers for help. Who can animals turn to who would not only hear them but understand their cry for help? Such a creature would truly be a rare find.

Determined to bury her aching heart in service of her animals at Exotic Landscape, Tabitha is caught unaware when she’s yanked out of her cozy little retreat by the appeal of someone needing rescue. Responding to that call gets her more trouble than she bargained for.

Understanding secrets isn’t difficult for someone with quite a few of his own, but Detective Ronin Chandler learns that the mysteries of the universe can take on a whole new level of meaning. With the woman he loves in jeopardy, Ronin struggles to comprehend what’s happening, what Tabitha needs, and how to even help her…before he loses her, maybe forever.

Danger escalates at every turn. Determining who to trust – and who not to – becomes as much of a challenge as figuring out who wants them dead.

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We met Tabitha in ‘Knock Knock…’ her animal refuge is one of Shay’s Foundation’s benefactors. Ronin is our local detective with his own abilities. There is a lot of attraction between him and Tabitha, as we saw in that book.

Now with the death of Tabitha’s grandfather Ronin is even more protective of her. She’s also been having headaches since returning from hiding in the ether and having a slow recovery that required hospitalization. I’ve loved the way animals come to play in these books, they are a way to find peace in their crazy world. In Tabitha’s world the animals are both pets and shelter. I wasn’t surprised to see her with a massive dog, a three-legged Bull Mastiff named Tripod. Her other pet however, gave me pause, Tango is a very affectionate white tiger. Raised from a cub Tango and Tabitha share a special bond one I’m sure is aided by her gifts.

Ronin is in for a big surprise though, he’s never been in her home, they’re taking things slow. He does have a problem with cats though, he’s going to have to get over it if he wants to continue his relationship with Tabitha. He’s at still at work when Stefan calls him to get to Tabitha, that she’s been attacked psychically. It took a bit of doing but Ronin makes friends with Tripod and gets Tabitha the help she needs. However, it’s Stefan who get her back to herself and home since medically there isn’t anything wrong with her.

Ronin was there waiting with dinner, but when Tango roars Tabitha knows she has to introduce Ronin.

This is a favorite scene.

“Jesus. What the hell is that?” Ronin half jumped out of his chair and leaned forward to look out the window.

“Ha. It’s my cat. That’s Tango.”

He shot her a disbelieving look, catching the amused glitter in her light-green eyes. “There is no way a cat makes that kind of sound.”

Tango roared again. This time though there was something off. Tabitha went to the living room and pushed some kind of button. Ronin followed more slowly and watched as the whole wall retracted.

What the hell kind of wall was that? And damn if she didn’t have some kind of fine mesh cage behind that wall. Thank God. He was half afraid she was one of those crazy people who got so super cozy with their wild pets that they ignored common sense.

Then she pulled the wire mesh completely back.

Oh shit.

And didn’t the biggest damn white tiger, with a head the size of Mount Rushmore, saunter toward her.

“Watch out,” he cried as the tiger jumped. Instantly his throat clogged and his chest tightened. Christ, he could hardly breathe. He swallowed. And then swallowed again. He couldn’t help the instinctive clenching of his fists. Inside, insidious emotions shifted through him. Panic. Pain. Sadness. So much worse than the last time he’d been in the house.

He took a shaky breath. This was not happening.

He was halfway to her when he realized the tiger had stopped with complete control and was on his back legs, Tabitha crushed in his embrace.

Jesus.

Ronin prided himself on being a brave soul, but he was not going that close. And he didn’t care how tame the damn thing was. A wild animal was a wild animal.

Unless it’s not a wild animal.

Stefan. And did one ever get used to this guy in his head?

Ronin snapped out mentally, If you’re trying to convince me that this thing is safe to be around, forget it. I have too much respect for human life to believe you.

And in many cases you could be right. In this case however, you’d be wrong.

And why is that? Has she got some kind of special powers or something? Right about now he wished she did. He’d believe that as much as anything.

No, but they do have a special connection.

See, that’s where you are wrong. All pet lovers say that about their little pooches. And he couldn’t help the disgust from rolling through his voice. He was a cop, damn it. And he’d seen more than his fair share of animals both domesticated and wild. Sometimes the domestic ones were the more dangerous.

Stefan laughed.
You’ll have to see for yourself. And take a deep breath. You will survive this.

“Promise?” Ronin muttered.

With a last laugh, Ronin’s mind emptied. Damn, that was weird.

“Ronin, come and meet Tango.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Damn it, he wasn’t a wuss. He took a couple of steps forward and stopped. And struggled to breathe. He so didn’t want to pass out. Not here. Not with her. Not with that carnivore looking on. “I’ll stick to dogs.”

“Tripod is here, too.”

He groaned silently and took another step into the living room.

Tango dropped to the floor and stared at Ronin, a howl starting deep in the back of his throat. The hairs raised on the back of his neck.

The look in those damn eyes…

Ronin took a deep breath and tried to stop the shakiness that was starting to vibrate his insides, making his stomach acids turn to cheese.

“Why is he howling?”

“I’m not sure. He doesn’t normally do that.” She reached down to place a hand on Tango’s head. The howl changed. It wasn’t the same tenor as the first time, but it was hardly welcoming.

Then all of a sudden, the howl cut off.

Thank you. Ronin much preferred the silence. Except now a dull roaring sound was in his head. Almost a buzz. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

Tabitha sighed heavily. “Come over here and meet Tango. He’ll calm down once he meets you. And maybe you will too.” She tilted her head and studied him. “And make sure that gun is safely away. Tripod hates them.”

“I’ve already made peace with the dog.” He didn’t move.

“And you’ll make peace with Tango, too. It’s much better to meet him on equal ground. If you take one step backwards, he’s got you.”

“Damn.” Ronin stepped forward. He could feel the heat, the intensity of that deep blue feline gaze following his every movement. Like a cat watching a mouse.

Ronin had always felt sympathy for the mouse.

For a cat, the animal was damn beautiful. The markings on its head, the eyes, the shocking white fur were something he’d never expected to see up close. And never inside a house. Not sure he wanted to hear the answer, he asked, “Do you let him out of that cage much?”

“All the time. The house is his, too.”

Double damn.

When he was a couple of feet away, Ronin stopped, his gaze on the cat.

“Now what?”

She grinned. “Say hi.”

He shot her a fulminating look. “Just like that.”

“Well, to him of course.”

His gaze zipped back to the waiting tiger. Did she mean it the way Stefan had said to talk to Tango? ’Cause there was no way in hell he’d be dropping to his knees and closing his eyes in front of a tiger. Talk about being a sacrificial offering. Then as if to accentuate the fact that the tiger was waiting for the appropriate response, it sat down and waited.

Taking a deep breath and feeling like an idiot, Ronin said, “Hi, Tango. Nice to meet you.”

No response. Then again, what had he expected? He shook his head then winced at the heavy buzz in his ear. Under his breath, he swore again.

“That ringing inside your head… It’s because he’s talking to you and you’re not listening.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “How did you know my head is ringing?”

She snorted. “Because I can sense it. Normally I only listen to my animals but now… some things have changed and I can sense more with people too. And behind your lovely front of ‘I don’t like cats’…I see fear.”

Heat washed up his cheeks. Damn. So what if there was fear? Hell, there was a tiger in the room. Anyone with an ounce of working brain matter would understand. Besides, it’s not as if he was afraid of cats… He knew there was fear there, he just didn’t understand what exactly frightened him.

And the last thing he wanted was her laughing at him.

With a final glance at the still gaze of the tiger locked on him, Ronin decided enough was enough for this time. He’d done well but he didn’t want to push it. He turned and headed back to the kitchen, putting a little distance between him and Tango. “While you’re having your fun, I’ll go finish eating. Unless you’re planning on feeding dinner to the two of them.”

Turning his back on that damn feline was the hardest thing he’d done in a long time. And he was proud that he’d managed to do it in a calm, nonchalant manner.

Then he found the two empty plates on the table and the guilty party still licking the tomato sauce off his face.

Tripod.
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It’s bad enough for Ronin to get through that but to realize Tango frequently sleeps with her is quite another. He stays the night with her, and when she wakes feeling hunted he’s right there. After that he’s in her bed, not going to do anything but sleep but her restlessness leads to conversation about him and cats and then to other things.

It’s not long after that feeling of being hunted comes back, Tabitha decides to try something and ends up being yanked out of her body to somewhere else. It takes a while but she finally realizes she is inside a large cat. She doesn’t know where and that’s a problem. She has to find her way back in order to save both of them.

Ronin also figures out his issue with cats, and yes I cried.

This book pulls out all the stops and is extremely emotional. With nail-biting suspense and an unusual twist on the psychic abilities.

I am already starting the next bundle of three.

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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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Knock Knock… – Psychic Visions Book 5 By Dale Mayer


Knock Knock…
Psychic Visions Book 5
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There’s no best-by date for revenge.

Wealthy and beautiful Shay Lassiter runs the prestigious Lassiter Foundation, but her connections and resources prove worthless when her fiancé tries to murder her. Now, she’s guarding her heart and using her knack for reading people’s intentions – both good and evil – to guide her. But when the Foundation’s clients start dying, she must turn to the new man in her life…one who’s giving her mixed signals.

Computer specialist and ex-cop, Roman Chandler, has a secret. It involves Shay and could ruin the fragile relationship he’s building with her. Though he can’t tell her the truth, he needs to convince her to trust him. He fears that whoever is behind this is about to turn his vengeance on Shay…

And vengeance can be deadly.

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We meet Shay at the start of this book, she’s woken with a sense of dread. Her ghost cat Morris a blue ball of energy at her shoulder. What ensues is a psychic battle with her fiancé. One she almost doesn’t survive but with the help of Stefan and then Morris she does. She sees something as the end is near but it was too late to stop the process. Darren and who or what was inside him died. A bittersweet moment as well since Morris was gone too.

A year later, Shay is looking forward to meeting Roman Chandler, they connected through their grandfathers who are close friends. She already knows his twin brother Ronin, a detective in Portland. However, hadn’t lived here until recently. She didn’t know what their relationship could be but she does want to find out.

Shay runs a foundation and uses her ability to read energy to be sure what is on paper matches the intent of the person requesting the grants. Beatrice Folgrent, her godmother, also runs a similar foundation and they often compared applicants to see which foundation they would be better suited to. It’s a grand fundraising event put on by Beatrice that Shay finally gets to meet Roman in person. Aside from the immediate attraction something else happens at the same time.

This is a favorite scene.

Shay was part of the same world. Dealt with the same driven – and sometimes desperate – people. She had her own methodology for finding the shysters and removing them from the honest applicants for her own foundation. And because they shared similar challenges and experiences, Bernice and Shay often compared notes and worked closely on joint projects. Their assistants also stepped in to help resolve problems on each other’s projects. It helped to have that type of close working relationship. They watched each other’s backs.

“Roman, darling. Here is the young woman I adore as if she were my own.” Bernice reached out, latching onto the arm of a tall, suited gentlemen. She tugged him around and pointed to Shay. “Isn’t she gorgeous? Just like I promised.”

Oh lord. Shay groaned inside. Bernice really hadn’t needed to make a public spectacle of this meeting. But why was she surprised? This was typical Bernice.

“Shay, this is Roman Chandler, the grandson of my dearest friend, Gerard Chandler.”

Heads had turned at Bernice’s loud introduction and color stroked up Shay’s neck as she fought back her embarrassment. She should be used to it. But wasn’t.

Still, she faced Roman, kept her plastered-on smile in place and lifted her gaze to his.

And sucked in her breath.

The look in his eyes. It was so…intimate. So knowing…as if he knew her…all of her, inside and out. And as if he liked what he knew.

They’d emailed. Chatted. Though they’d corresponded for a few years, over the last year they had built a friendly almost… intimate… relationship over the Internet and phone. And they had talked – like really talked. Theirs was a relationship she hoped would grow. But she’d never met him before. Hadn’t shared everything with him. She didn’t know him – not in the way he seemed to know her.

The heated look in his eyes unnerved her…and yes…intrigued her.

And she had to admit…sparked an answering awareness.

Shay had no illusions about her looks, regardless of Bernice’s constant matchmaking attempts. She was too tall for many men, was slim, with milk chocolate brown shoulder-length hair and a largish mouth, and instead of symmetry, her nose was slightly crooked and one eyebrow was slightly off line. All minor in the scheme of things but those same flaws had given her terrible, angst-ridden moments through her teenage years. Now she could brush off the negative thoughts as they came and even though she could get her nose fixed, it no longer mattered to her.

According to the look in Roman’s eyes, her flaws didn’t matter to him now either. Of course he’d seen pictures of her. But that wasn’t the same thing as this. She secretly had high hopes about Roman, but she’d never expected this level of appreciation from him right off.

When he spoke, his voice held both promise and familiarity. “Hello, Shay. I’m delighted to finally meet you.” He glanced at Bernice, standing beside them both with a smug, knowing look on her face.

“Hello, Roman.” Did he look at all women as if they shared special memories? She so badly wanted to ask. Instead, she said, “How nice to meet you.” She paused then added, “Finally.”

His gaze deepened to midnight blue, and he smiled. That wide movement of his lips released her from the intensity of his gaze. She could breathe easy again.

“This is so much better than email,” he murmured, “and you are so much better looking in person than in photos.”

Under Roman’s midnight blue gaze, Shay’s stomach churned with unanswered questions and delight. She wanted to take a more in-depth look at his energy, but thought she’d better save her strength for when a deeper reading might be needed.

A strange sound had her turning to face Bernice, her hostess and mentor.

Bernice opened her mouth to speak when she suddenly stopped, an odd look on her face. Her breath sucked in so loudly, Shay leaned closer in concern. “Bernice? Are you all right? What’s the matter?”

Silence.

Shay studied her old friend, but Bernice’s face had turned ashen, her eyes locked on something behind Shay’s back. Shay twisted around to look, but the only thing behind her was a wall. A blank wall.

Turning back around, and seeing no change in her friend, she said, “Bernice, talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

Bernice’s breathing turned ragged, stuttered then almost appeared to stop. Her features locked in place yet her chest rose and fell in a natural movement.

The hairs on the back of Shay’s neck rose.

Jesus, she must be having an attack of some kind.

“We’ll get you some help. Can you talk to me? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Roman bent to study Bernice’s face. “I’ll get a doctor.” He took off.

Bernice’s mouth worked. Still, no sound came out.

Silently, Shay willed Roman to hurry. But from the looks of it, he wasn’t going to be fast enough. She raised her hand to call for help when her arm was grabbed. She stared, surprised to see Bernice’s bronzed nails cutting into her soft skin.

“Bernice?” Shay rubbed the papery skin on the back of Bernice’s fingers with gentle soothing strokes. “Hang on. Help is coming.”

From a distance, she could hear rapidly approaching footsteps. Thank God. Please let her friend be all right.

Worried, Shay stared into Bernice’s eyes, and Bernice stared back. Her gaze dark. Bottomless. Blind. Shay’s heart squeezed in fear. “Bernice. Damn it, stay with me. Please talk to me if you can.”

Shay willed Bernice’s eyes to return to normal. Willed them to blink. To move. To do something.

Then something else happened. Inside, deep inside, Bernice blinked. A clear movement that Shay could see and understand.

Except for one thing.

On the surface, Bernice’s eyelids never moved.
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Things start to go a bit crazy after this. It appears someone is targeting people who run places funded by Shay’s foundation. Even with all that going on, the attraction between her and Roman is growing. He’s hiding something and that scares her. She’s afraid he’s hiding things like her now dead fiancé.

Roman wants to share his secret, but he’s afraid of her reaction. He’s beginning to get a reputation as an artist and it’s his ‘model’ that might get him in trouble with Shay. He’s been painting her for years with no face showing. She’s his muse, he’s tried other media but they never work for him.

Once again it’s Stefan who helps get that ball rolling in the right direction. All that and tracking down the person responsible for the attacks. Ronin is also helping with Roman handling her security and computer work.

Plenty of intrigue, some laughs, some sizzle and yes, I even cried in this one.

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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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Zack’s Zest – Heroes For Hire Book 24 By Dale Mayer


Zack’s Zest
Heroes For Hire Book 24
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Zack wasn’t someone to focus on his mistakes, but he’d made a big one, and it was hard to move on from it. Still he was determined to work with Levi’s team to find new meaning in his life and to get his head on straight. At least that was the plan. When he ends up part of a two-man team to rescue a kidnapped woman, the daughter of a former politician, Zack doesn’t know how to react—she’s certainly unique. Not the least of which, she didn’t appreciate the rescue. … At least not once she learns the details.

Zadie knew her father was guilty of the crimes he’d been accused of. She was more concerned about her mother, who’d always been the downtrodden and obedient wife. But, as more and more evidence shines a light on their lives and her kidnapping, the issue is no longer as clear.

Heartbroken at the losses that keep mounting, Zadie knows she needs a second rescue—hopefully by her same rescuer. Only it’s not as simple this time, and it’s infinitely more dangerous …

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This book opens with a very interesting conversation between Levi, Ice and Zack. He wasn’t sure if he was in or out, until he was in. Confusing but not, given how Levi hires and the fact that very soon Ice would have her baby so they aren’t going to be chasing the bad guys for a while. The case Zack is given is to find and rescue Zadie Nather. The daughter of a former Turkish politician. His partner will be Bonaparte, a friend and he had served with him in the SEALs. They don’t have a lot of time and there’s little information.

Zadie was grabbed and drugged while she was planning her own getaway. Her parents were under house arrest due to her father’s crimes. She has no doubt about his guilt, but her mother needs to get away too. Now she doesn’t know where she is or what the motives of her kidnappers are.

With some incredible luck, Zack finds Zadie. Now he has to get her away, interrupted she stays put while he hides. They are going to need to get away quickly once the coast is clear.

This is a favorite scene.

“It’s me. Stand back.” He unlocked the door again, standing there like a badass.

She stared at him in shock. “How did they miss you on the search?”

He smiled and said, “Come on. Let’s go.”

“I have no shoes or coat.”

“Grab one blanket,” he said.

She quickly snatched up a blanket, wrapped it around her, and, leaving the door closed, as if locked, followed him silently through the basement, only able to see him in front of her. The rest of the floor was so dark; it was void of light. When they got to another room, he spoke again. “This window is broken and doesn’t have bars. I will lift you up, and you go through the window and wait for me on the other side.”

Before Zadie had a chance to make a sound, he boosted her up and popped her through. She fell out of the small window ledge onto the grass below. Immediately she untangled herself from the blanket. The blanket had stopped her from getting cut; by the time she had the blanket off and on her feet, he stood beside her.

He quickly tossed the blanket back inside and replaced the wood that covered the broken window. “Now,” he said, “we have to be beyond careful.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“We have absolutely no cover from here to the tree line,” he replied to her look. “This is where it gets dicey.”

She whispered in a low voice, “They saw someone outside. That’s how they knew that somebody was probably inside.”

“No,” he corrected. “That’s how they worried somebody might have been inside. Now we have to make sure we get you away from here before they can confirm it.”

She looked back. “I should have brought the blanket with me.”

“No, don’t worry about it. They’ll know soon enough how we got you out.”

She winced at that. “Do we just run as fast as we can?”

“How tired are you?”

“I’m exhausted and terrified,” she said. “However, believe me. When it comes time, I’ll be able to run, just not too far.”

He pointed to a series of trees, about one hundred yards away. “Can you make it there?”

She looked up to see a flashlight shining above. He immediately pulled her flat against the house and held a finger against her lips. He pointed to a cloud moving across the sky. “When the moon goes dark, we will go like bats out of hell,” he murmured.

She nodded, her breath caught at the back of her throat as she watched the clouds drift across the moon. She could hear him counting down beside her.

“Four, three, two, one, go.” And they raced into the night.

Zadie ran as hard and as fast as she could. The cold basement room she had endured over the last few days— plus her lack of food— had already taken a lot of her energy, but the panic she felt at being recaptured lit a fire to her heels. She stumbled several times, but her savior always pulled her forward again until she regained her feet. By the time they reached the trees, her head pounded, and pain seized her chest as it tried to rise and fall. She struggled to catch her breath. Collapsing to the ground, Zadie rolled to her side, pulled her knees against her chest, and gasped for air. “Did we make it?”

“I’m checking,” he said.

She watched as he peered through the trees back at the house. The same house her parents were in. She couldn’t believe she was still here, still in the same damn place. Were they okay? Was her mother okay? From where she lay, it seemed the same. She needed to get out of here, make a new plan, and see how to get her mother out of her prison, possibly with the help of this new guy. Her previous plan would no longer work, what with the house-arrest guards and now this inner element of kidnappers involved, all at the same house.

She understood the two brothers wanted to get their father out of jail, but, according to the one woman, the father was somebody who shouldn’t come out of jail. It made little sense why they kidnapped Zadie when she was already a captive. But, as usual, more than one game plan was happening here, involving different political ideologies, she presumed. She lay on the ground, wondering if her body would ever feel normal again. For all the debilitating cold she experienced inside, a weird numbness now spread up her legs.

Finally her rescuer dropped beside her and asked, “Are you okay? We have to get out of here.”

“I’m okay,” she lied. “Help me to my feet.”

He reached down, she clasped his forearms, and he helped her up. “We will go around the back,” he said. “We can’t risk staying here any longer.”

“I know,” she said. “They have some sentries around, and another two guards were looking after me, but also a woman is with the two jailers. I don’t think she would come outside.”

“They will have more men around. Let’s go.” She did her best, really she did. She thought she was in great shape physically, but he was moving too fast, too steadily ahead of her. Even with her best efforts, she fell behind.

Immediately he corrected his pace, and he whispered, “Come on. You can do this.” He reached out a hand, and she grabbed on, as if it were a lifeline.

“Says you,” she said. “Where the hell are we going anyway?”

“Off this property into a couple estates on the other side. I’m not out here alone. I do have a partner. We have a vehicle not too far away.”

At the sound of a getaway car, she almost cried with relief. Every step was bone jarring. “I’m not feeling too well,” she gasped. The stitch in her side made it difficult to breathe.

He slowed his pace to a walk, and she bent over double, gasping for breath. “It’s hard when you go past the normal pace,” he said. “We have to get your breathing back down, before we can speed up again.”

She just nodded.

He kept walking, nudging her forward, not allowing her to stop longer than a few seconds. She really needed a ten- or a fifteen-minute break, but she understood why she couldn’t have it. She said, “Are we going straight to the vehicle?”

“In a roundabout fashion,” he responded. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent several messages as he kept walking. “Damn it.”

He seemed to be one of those incredibly solid people who could continuously multitask. She knew she texted better when she was stationary or sitting down. She marveled at all those people who could do it while walking or even running. For her, doing such would have caused her to fall.

When his phone vibrated, he nodded with satisfaction. “We are confirmed to meet a couple estates over,” he said. “It’s not far, about two miles.”

“Why can’t they pick us up here?”

“Because the two of us are here on the property,” he said. “We parked the vehicle so it was hidden from view near the house.”

“Two miles is a long way,” she said.

He looked at her, concerned. “Did they beat you?”

“No. Starved, yes. And drugged. I’m still dealing with those aftereffects.”

Understanding whispered across his face. “I’ll see if he can find a closer rendezvous point.” Even as they talked, he quickly sent off a text.

She was grateful and said, “We need probably what? A half hour to go two miles?”

“At least,” he said. “If we were running, we could do it in fifteen minutes, but, if you can’t run, then we’d be hard-pressed to walk it in that time.”

“So let’s go,” she said bravely.

He picked up the pace slightly, and she caught him glancing at her several times in concern. She thought she’d been doing better, keeping up fine.

Then he said, “This isn’t working.” He bent down and picked her up.

She gave out a small shriek as she was suddenly airborne. He was carrying her at a run, and she was no lightweight. She was 130 at least.

He started to jog now.

“Good Lord,” she said. Her arms went around his neck, as she hung on tightly, trying to stop the jostling. For whatever reason, it was killing her. Racking pain ran up and down her body. But she pursed her lips and hung on.

“It’s the only way to get there in time,” he said.

“Nothing closer?”

“Nothing doable,” he murmured. “Just hang on, and this will be over soon.”

“If you say so. How is it you can even do this?” she whispered. She could sense the effort he was putting in, and his body was already streaked with sweat as he carried her. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I wish I could do more.”

That startled a laugh out of him. “Don’t be,” he said. “If you were on my back, it’d be a different story. Carrying you like this is a little harder.”

“I can go on your back, if that’s easier?”

“Maybe,” he said. “I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I’ll keep going this way.”

“But you can hardly see,” she said. “I can barely see anything.” Indeed, her vision had closed down to a light gray everywhere. She closed her eyes and clenched them tight as she tried to catch her breath. If she could at least do that much, she could regain her feet and run beside him. “I used to run,” she said, “but I haven’t in the last few years.”

“Not an issue,” he said. “Let’s just keep moving.”
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By the time Zack makes it to Bonaparte, he realizes Zadie is injured. Now she needs medical care. I have to say I was impressed with the way Levi seems to find what they need from so far away.

This mission is far from over though, Sadie’s mom is in trouble. Her father is dead and she absolutely needs to get her mother. You know that’s not going to be easy, right?

A suspenseful and intriguing tale with a relationship that blossoms in spite of everything going on.

I can’t wait to read Bonaparte’s story.

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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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Garden of Sorrow – Psychic Visions Book 4 By Dale Mayer


Garden of Sorrow
Psychic Visions Book 4
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After spending a brutal year trying to cope after the loss of her sister, Alexis Gordon knows she needs to get on with her life. Only, instead of the normal work day she’d anticipated as the means to begin her journey back to the land of the living, reality as she knows it disappears…

Kevin Sutherland is a detective and a psychic. Recognizing Alexis’s gift and aware she has no idea what’s happening to her, he calls his friend and frequent case consultant, Stefan Kronos, an artist with psychic gifts. Stefan leads a community of psychics able to help Alexis understand and develop her unique skills.

Alexis has unwittingly become involved in a case unlike anything Kevin has ever seen before. The killer seems to have a personal vendetta against Alexis herself. He intends to eliminate her before she uses her psychic gift to discover not only his identity but the garden of sorrow he’s buried his long-dead victims.

Only Alexis can stop this madman who fully intends to survive … even after death.

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While all these books are standalone, I am really enjoying reading in order. As we meet different women with unusual psychic abilities, there are some stranger than others, some somewhat aware, others clueless and scared.

Alexis Gordon is a gardener with the city, she loves plants and although she doesn’t recognize it as such she boosts plants energy with her thoughts and actions. That has been all it is until this political filled groundbreaking for the new gardens. Alexis makes a startling discovery when she falls into a ditch that is being dug for new sewer lines. She’s never had a vision before and the one she has as she holds a skeletal finger is both scary and disturbing.

Kevin Sutherland is also attending this event, he is there in a supposed official capacity. Not that there is any case to investigate but he does use his psychic abilities to scan the area looking for possible issues. He senses something is wrong and moves away from the crowd to find the source. When he finds Alexis, he also finds the source of her need for help, a child’s skeletal body in the wall of the ditch.

When Alexis gives her account of finding the body, she doesn’t mention her vision of the child. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, and didn’t want to be labeled as crazy. Her friend and co-worker Scott understands something happened. An older gentleman she regards him as almost a father figure, he refers to her gift with plants as sight which she rejects. Now she’s just not sure of anything anymore. She needs help to understand but doesn’t know anyone or even how to explain this turn of events. Especially the vision in her apartment hallway and the appearance of her sister Lissa’s ghostly form.

Kevin is trying to find out what she’s hiding, and is surprised when she felt his psychic probe as a physical caress. Yet he gains no further information as she leaves for home. However once she arrives home he hears her cry for help and needs to get to the bottom of it all. He was more than a little surprised to find she has no clue how strong a psychic she is.

This is a favorite scene.

Time stopped.

A transmitter? Is that what she was?

She rolled the idea around in her head, trying it on. Did it fit? Maybe…in some ways. But there was so much more to it than just that. Like seeing the vision of the little girl, seeing the hallway shift and even hearing the voices.

And if she were transmitting like Kevin said, how come no one else was hearing her but him?

Another thought struck – what about her plants? She’d thought she just talked to them. Was she transmitting when she talked to them? Yes, that made more sense. But what about her understanding of their needs, colors and even their sounds – didn’t that make her a receiver, too?

Was there such a thing?

“Does everyone have this ability?” she asked cautiously. “Lying latent until something brings it to their awareness?”

“Researchers say we do, but only a small fraction of the population uses it or even knows those abilities are there to be used. It can also get more confusing because all receivers are transmitters but not all transmitters are receivers.” He leaned forward, locking his hands together in front of him. “This whole idea is</em? new for you, right?”

“Absolutely.” And with the word came a question. Should she tell him everything, or wait?

He cocked an eyebrow in surprise at her answer, but he continued, “Chances are something triggered this. Something like finding the body, maybe?”

“The finger,” she added softly, needing to tell someone. Maybe he would understand. “Something happened when I picked up the bones and realized they belonged to a child’s finger.” The horrific memory made her wince. God, she didn’t want to revisit this.

“Tell me,” he urged. “Exactly what started with the finger?”

Slowly, haltingly, she related the weird series of events from the ditch. He let her get it all out, and somehow, in the process, her hand ended up cradled in his.

Mesmerized, she watched the strong, sinewy thumb stroke and slide over her palm, warming and comforting on a level she hadn’t felt in many years. It moved over the rounded pad, sliding down the valley between her fingers, sensuous, sexy and definitely seductive.

She ordered her hand to withdraw. But her long fingers had a mind of their own and refused to obey. They chose instead to nestle against his much larger and stronger ones. As if they belonged there…

Enough. Alexis broke the trance and snatched her hand free, tucking it into her pants pocket.

“What else?”

She glanced at him. “Is there anything else?” His question prodded gently for more.

Alexis wavered, but there was no point in keeping the rest from him. As clearly and as succinctly as she could, she described her visions of the hallway, and of little Daisy – and Lissa.

“When you heard the little girl calling you, did it come from outside your head or inside?”

She smiled without humor. “Believe it or not, I’d wondered that myself. I don’t have a definitive answer.”

Kevin seemed to consider her words. “Is that everything?” he asked.

She flushed.

“It would help if I knew it all,” he suggested quietly, his eyes never leaving hers.

She wanted to believe in the understanding, compassion and acceptance he offered. Taking a chance, she shared the last bit about her gardens and the need to transplant the suffering plant to the child’s grave.

“You planted a daisy on her grave, and you’re saying the ghost child said the same word as her name? That’s odd and too much of a coincidence to ignore.”

“I know. I’m presuming it’s her body we found.”

“Anything’s possible.” He pulled his sleeve back to check the time. “I need to leave. Let me know if anything else like this happens.” He paused, gave her a wry look and added, “Or else I’ll find out the same way I did last time.”

Alexis almost laughed but now that he spoke of leaving, Alexis found the thought of being alone, disconcerting. How stupid. She hadn’t wanted him here in the first place. Still he’d gone a long way toward helping her tonight.

“Are you going to be okay here?”

“Of course. This is home.” Even though she hadn’t put much effort into making it hers. She cast an unhappy glance around the cold place.

“We need to talk some more about your abilities and how you can learn to control them. I have a friend, Stefan, who might be able to help. I’ll talk to him.”

He walked to the doorway, jacket in hand.

She’d trailed behind him, helpless to abate the sense of loss already threatening.

Slowly, she closed the door behind him and turned to look around the empty room. An odd thought struck. Outside of Scott, Kevin was her first real visitor in a year.

How pathetic.

When her sister’s cancer had first been diagnosed, priorities had to be set. Everything had been about Lissa. Afterwards, Alexis had remained secluded, inside a wall of pain that refused to ease.

When had that changed? When had the pain reduced her to the point that she’d just been hiding?
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Stefan becomes a friend helping her to navigate the ethers and control how much she puts out there. She sees her sister in the ethers and having her there brightens Alexis even more as she realizes she can move forward. It’s while she’s with Lissa that she sees ‘evil’ for the first time. It’s a threat to her personally and somehow involves the child she found.

Stefan jumps in at her cry of fear, and of course Kevin shows up at her door. There’s a relationship brewing there one that will complete the two of them.

Plenty of anxiety, suspense, romance and so much more as Kevin and Alexis work to solve the mystery of the child’s identity.

I am really enjoying these books, I love the pairings so far, cops and psychics. I can’t wait for Stefan to find his, it’s being hinted at in almost every book. I’m so happy these books are offered in bundles so I can just move on to the next one.

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

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Maddy’s Floor – Psychic Visions Book 3 by Dale Mayer


Maddy’s Floor
Psychic Visions Book 3
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Are some souls not meant to be saved?

Psychic medical intuitive and licensed physician Madeleine Wagner thought she’d seen every way possible to heal a diseased body. But, when her patients begin dying from mysterious causes, Maddy realizes she might be dealing with an evil force that may be outside her ability to cure.

Maddy’s medical facility, Maddy’s Floor, has helped countless terminally-ill patients to miraculously live. Now something malevolent has taken up residence on the ward. Not sure how to deal with this on her own, she calls on her psychic friend and mentor, Stefan. Together, they delve beyond the physical plane into the metaphysical…and find utter terror.

With two family members in Maddy’s care, Detective Drew McNeil finds himself wondering frequently during his visits about the woman and not just the miracle worker. Who takes care of this selfless soul who gives everything she has to save every single patient? When does she ever allow herself to rest, relax, and live? The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to get to know her privately.

Bizarre events in Maddy’s facility draw Drew’s professional curiosity. Several intersect with one of his cold cases, causing him to wonder if an old killer has been resurrected…literally. If so, Maddy’s directly in the path of danger. Drew wonders, How can anyone stop a force of nature – whether good or evil – that no one else can see, feel, or, frankly, believe…unless Maddy has the ability to do all those things and more?

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I confess to having started this series somewhere in the middle, I’ve been curious about Dr. Maddy for a long time. In this book, I get to meet her.

Dr. Maddy has an entire floor of The Haven, a long term care facility and hospital. Her approach, surrounding her patients with healing and positive energy along with her skills as a medical intuitive and physician help improve quality of life for her patients. There is a long waiting list, and several criteria to be met in order to be a patient on Maddy’s Floor.

Drew’s aunt is a patient at Haven and his uncle a former police chief is trying to get on Maddy’s floor. Maddy literally runs into him on her way up the stairs, she’s been running up them for years and never ran into anyone before. There are no introductions at this time though.

With budget issues the CEO Gerard Lionel has convened a board meeting, where they need to propose some things to Maddy. She’s not going to like them but hopefully she’ll go along. They can’t afford to lose her, the donations and grants that come in for her project helped keep this facility afloat. The economy had caused budget issues and they needed to address them somehow.

Even though the new addition to Maddy’s floor was almost complete, his thought is to fill a few of these beds. His choice of patients for those spots, well lets just say two of them are not ideal and the third would please Maddy.

Things start turning weird and suspicious as a patient referred to Maddy dies. Maddy notices strange energy around him that she can’t identify. However, it’s when one of the patients on her floor dies that things really get interesting. It’s the autopsy on this patient that gets Drew involved and they officially meet in Dr. Miko’s office. Jansen Svaar has a bruise at the base of his spine and a matching one on the crown of his head. Drew’s cold case has six children with a very similar mark on them.

This is a favorite scene.

The stairwell was empty as usual. Maddy stood at the top and looked down, considering. Making a quick decision, Maddy slipped off her blue heels. As her bare feet hit the cement, chills of anticipation raced up her legs.

Grinning, and her heels hanging on two fingers, Maddy broke into a flat-out sprint and raced down the stairwell. The second floor landing, the first floor landing, all the way to the first of the lower levels. Hitting the brakes at the bottom, Maddy paused to gather her breath.

Exhilaration pulsed in her blood. Her shoulder-length bob swayed with her heaving breaths. It took another long moment of deep breathing before she slipped her heels back on.

The double doors opened easily as she walked toward Dr. Miko’s office – a hoarder’s paradise. Usually there was one chair available. Maddy turned toward it, then stopped. Her eyebrows rose in surprise and a swarm of butterflies took flight in her stomach. The detective she’d met in the stairwell several days ago stood in front of her. Again.

What was he doing here?

He smiled. “Hello, Dr. Maddy. How nice to see you again.”

“Detective.” Damn, that man had something. Her hormones started to do a hula dance. What was with that? Maddy shook her head to clear her mind. “What’s going on?”

Roberta waved toward a chair. “Take a seat.”

Maddy chuckled. “I’d love to. Where?”

Dr. Miko frowned, her gaze going from one piece of furniture to another. “Just move those.” She pointed to one chair stacked high with books.

“Take mine.” Drew stepped forward to clear off the spare chair.

Maddy smiled her thanks and sat down in his place as the detective emptied and pulled over his seat. “What’s up?”

“I see you’ve already met Detective Drew McNeil.”

Drew? So that was his name. Maddy sank back. She smiled inside. It suited him. “Yes, briefly.”

Roberta reached for a folder and opened it. “I called him regarding a possible connection between Jansen’s case and several old cases.”

“What? Jansen? A criminal case?” Maddy leaned forward, her gaze going between the two. What on earth was Roberta talking about? “What did you find out?”

Dr. Miko frowned as she stared down at the papers in her hand. “I was working with the medical examiner at the time of the earlier cases.” She glanced up at Maddy. “They’re cases that have haunted me over the years. Six dead children who showed no apparent cause of death, no signs of violence and no explanations could be found for their deaths. They just, well… died. At the time, the politicians were saying a crime hadn’t been committed because there was no evidence to support foul play.” She grimaced. “Then again, nothing pointed to why the children died, either.”

That was depressing, yet what did it have to do with her? Maddy waited for Roberta to continue. “And…?”

“The cases back then had one thing linking them together.” Drew’s gaze hardened as he looked from one woman to the other. “Each child had one small bruise at the base of their spines. Similar to the one found on Jansen.”

Maddy’s eyes opened wide. She stared at Drew in surprise before switching her gaze back to Dr. Miko. “That’s… odd. What caused them?”

“No idea.”

Fear rose in Maddy’s chest. “I don’t understand. Are you saying Jansen was murdered?”

“No, not at all. All I’m saying is that there are similarities with this body and with those from thirty-odd years ago. I’d love to understand what caused the bruising.” Roberta folded her hands. “It may be nothing. However, if it turns out to be something, I wanted to make sure you were both in the know.”

“What a horrible thought.” Maddy’s mind couldn’t grasp the connection. She crossed her arms, holding them tight to her chest. Maybe her mind didn’t want to see a connection. “Six kids? Boys or girls?”

Drew stepped in. “Both. No understandable reason for any of their deaths. It was a sad time – for everyone. No one knew how to handle it. Most people were divided as to whether a crime had even been committed. Like all cold cases, it’s haunted many people.”

“Can anything be found after all this time?”

Roberta looked at Drew, who tapped his fingers on the wooden arm of his chair. “Let’s hope so.”

Maddy stood, her knees a little shaky at the thought of a murderer operating at The Haven. The whole concept had a surreal overtone to it. “Well, thanks for letting me know.” She smiled at Drew. “If there’s anything I can do to help, call me.”

He faced her. “I will need some information from you. Such as a list of all the visitors Jansen Svaar had while he was at The Haven.”

“There’s no formal list of visitors, but I’m sure we can come up with something for you. Give me your card, and I can email the names to you.”

As Drew handed over his card Maddy couldn’t help but notice the compelling energy he exuded so naturally. It was hard not to appreciate self-confidence and strength.

Maddy narrowly avoided knocking over a stack of books, and wound her way carefully out of the office. “Thanks, Dr. Miko. If you learn anything else, please let me know.”

Drew held the door for her but stood in her way. “Dr. Miko forgot to ask something. Why did you ask her to check Jansen’s crown for a matching bruise?”

Surprise lit her features. “Oh. That’s because they’re the two main energy entrances and exits from the body. The crown and the base of the spine.”

He blinked and stepped back.

With a small smile, she walked to the stairwell, her mind full of implications from these new developments. As much as she’d like to discuss them further with Drew, she wasn’t sure how much she should tell him. Her world was a touch unbelievable to those not involved in energy work. Striding down the hall quickly, she couldn’t help a quick glance behind her.

He stood in the middle of the hallway, his hands fisted on his hips, staring at her. Maddy chuckled, gave him a small wave and entered the elevator, making good her escape. Her mind was more than a little overwhelmed, her emotions already somber. Already scared.

A murderer? At The Haven?
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With Drew now trying to link all the deaths, Maddy is trying to figure out the what and how of that strange energy. Stefan comes into the picture with visions of his own, in regard to Maddy and Drew as well as the happenings on her floor.

Plenty of twists and turns, a wonderful romance that turns sizzling even when Drew doesn’t quite understand a lot of what’s happening. Page after page of surprises and suspense kept me reading till the very end.

I can’t wait to start on the next three book bundle in this series.

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

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

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Hide’n Go Seek – Psychic Visions Book 2 By Dale Mayer


Hide’n Go Seek
Psychic Visions Book 2
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Celebrated search-and-rescue worker Kali Jordon hides her psychic abilities by crediting her canine partner, Shiloh, with the miraculous recoveries made over the course of her career. The Sight Kali inherited from her grandmother allows her to unerringly track dark waves of energy back to victims of violence. She’s managed to keep her secret safe…until a maniacal killer challenges her to a game of extreme Hide ’n Go Seek that threatens the lives of those closest to her.

Pragmatic FBI Special Agent Grant Summers has sworn to protect her, but Grant’s own honed skill of sensing what’s beneath the surface goes haywire each time he’s around Kali and Shiloh. He’s certain there’s more to both of them than meets the eye.

As the killer cinches a tighter and tighter web around Kali, there’s no longer any place for them to hide. As she has so many times before, can Kali’s visions allow her to trace the latest victim’s whereabouts before it’s too late, or will this diabolical game of Hide-and-Seek cost her everything?

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Kali Jordan along with her dog Shiloh have gained a reputation in the Search and Rescue (SAR) world. Part of that is Shiloh’s skills but the other part is unknown to the rest of the world. Kali’s grandmother called it sight, for Kali it was a bit different. She could sense where to look, but it was Shiloh who could tell if the person was living or dead. At least that’s what Kali thought.

The book opens with a disaster site in Mexico, where Kali and several others are searching for survivors. They find one, but as they are trying to get the child out, another aftershock hits devastating the entire area and injuring Kali. We sort of meet the bad guy in the aftermath of this event. We as readers get to know his mindset but not who.

FBI agent Grant Summers is a fan of Kali’s. He and his brother had been very active with a SAR team in Maine until their paths took them elsewhere although they both keep up their certifications. He has admired Kali from afar ever since he attended a lecture given by her years ago. He’d been new to the energy signs at that time but there was a sense of rightness between them. It’s as he’s reading an article about her and Shiloh that Stefan calls him and tells him that he will see her soon, plus she has abilities and he should also ask to see her paintings.

For Kali things changed after Mexico with regard to her ‘gift’. Everything becomes more intense, and she’s seeing ribbons of energy and really can’t refer to it as intuition. She also does some painting, and sometimes it’s her ‘gift’ that controls the brush.

Once Kali has returned home, the killer decides to up his game and involve Kali in it by placing a letter on her doorstep. This escalates even more when another letter turns up at the center. With Grant involved as well they try to understand exactly what the letters mean, but Kali and Shiloh head out to Sacramento and a mudslide. There she sees the funky energy and with Shiloh’s help and a couple of witnesses she finds another victim, not of the slide but murder.

On her return home she finds Grant waiting for her along with someone she hasn’t met, Stefan Kronos.

This is a favorite scene.

Slamming a lid on her unruly libido, she met his gaze calmly. “We found several victims. I presume you’re talking about the last one that Shiloh found separate from the disaster site.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Can you tell me about that, please?”

Dan had probably told him. Then again, bad news always traveled fast, and anything linked to her name probably had been flagged. It took a few moments to explain. When she fell silent, he studied her for several long seconds. Kali stared back, refusing to let this man unnerve her. Still, he was an imposing figure, causing her belly to quiver uncertainly.

“They’ve identified him.”

“Oh, good.” Exasperation crept into her voice. “Does that mean I can go to bed now?”

“He was one of the survivors from the apartment complex. And he’d been buried alive.”

“Oh no!” Kali’s stomach heaved and she closed her eyes briefly. “That tank. Christ. I saw a tank tagged as evidence when they loaded it into the van I didn’t understand the implication.” Kali’s shoulders sagged, defeated by such a horror. “Why? Why would somebody do that?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“You?” She frowned. “Why you?”

“Because I wanted in on this one.” He shifted casually.

“You work in California?” Kali was really confused now. Why would the FBI in Oregon be concerned about a local murder from California? “I don’t understand.”

Leaning forward, he pinned her with a gimlet eye. “Can’t you see a potential connection between the letters and this murder?”

Kali grabbed the closest chair, sitting before she collapsed. As the realization set in, she slumped lower. Thoughts frantically rushed through her mind, only to circle around in endless loops of confusion. The letters… “No,” she whispered. “I mean it’s hard not to think of them. Still, I didn’t make the connection – it’s a different state.”

“Understandable.” He pulled out a small notebook and sat down opposite her. “So now… let’s focus.”

For the next half hour, Grant questioned her. Kali felt more like she was being interrogated. By the time he was done, she felt like a wet dishcloth hung out to dry.

Stefan never said a word. Quiet he might be – stoic he wasn’t. His gaze locked onto her with unnerving intensity. She struggled to ignore him.

“Good. I think that’s it. Except I need a list from you of every person you recognized in Sacramento. Dan has given me a list of everyone who went from the center.”

Kali struggled as the world she thought she knew shifted again. “You think it’s one of us? A rescuer?” Defeat tinged her voice.

“I think it bears reviewing. The person has to be in the know somehow. I’m going to be at the center for a week or so, posing as a visiting SAR member from Maine.” He stood up and stretched.

The golf shirt pulled across his massive chest, showing every muscle. Then there were the tight-ass pants. Why was it Grant made her throat constrict and the nerves in her stomach dance? The consultant, Stefan, was better looking, with some indefinable charisma she’d never seen before.

But it was Grant that interested her.

It was Grant’s energy that surged toward her whenever they were close together.

It was Grant’s energy that made hers brighten.

Forcing her gaze back up to his face, she swallowed a couple of times before trusting her voice. “Are you experienced enough in this field to answer the type of questions that come up?”

Grant dropped his arms to his side. “I volunteered with my brother for years. He works out of a center in Maine. Both training and rescue work.”

“Then maybe we could use you regardless of the real reason. We’re always short staffed.”

“Good to know. I’ll be around, if you get called out again, let me know where you’re going to be.” Pulling a card from his wallet, he dropped it on the table beside her.

Kali’s face froze. Was that the same as don’t leave town? “I can do that,” she whispered.

Something in her face caught his attention.

“Tough couple of days, huh?”

“Yeah, just a bit.” Intense weariness made it hard to get up.

Stefan spoke, smooth velvet that momentarily hid the punch of his question. “How’s the painting?”

She froze for the second time. “How do you know I paint?” she murmured, her heartbeat knocking so loudly against her rib bones, she was sure the men could hear.

“You just confirmed it.” His gaze locked onto hers. So intense she couldn’t break away. It was as if he were trying to see inside her mind. She blinked… and he broke the connection. She’d been released only because he let her go. She exhaled slowly, a fine tremor wracking her spine. It should have scared her. He should have terrified her. Instead, she understood. She didn’t know if she’d passed or failed whatever test he’d administered, but she knew he’d been assessing her.

Beyond strange.

She gathered her strength and stood, stumbled slightly, catching herself on the side of the table.

Grant reached out to steady her.

Energy zinged her.

She jerked back reflexively. He frowned. She bit her bottom lip.

His hand stayed in the air before dropping to his side. He studied her quietly.

Heat flamed her cheeks. Bravely she met his gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it looked; you startled me.”

With a curt nod, he accepted her excuse and turned to walk away, a slight clip to his step.

Stefan stayed behind. She glanced at him, expecting anything but what she saw – compassion. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed her a business card. “Here’s my card. You’re going to want to call me.”

Kali watched the two men drive away. She’d handled that badly. She hadn’t been able to stop herself bolting from Grant’s touch and the freakin’ scary need to touch him. She couldn’t explain it anymore than she could explain the need to feast her eyes on him. Attraction was one thing. This was something else yet again. She didn’t want to care about anyone. Not anymore. It hurt. And she’d had enough hurt lately.

The trouble was her hormones weren’t listening.

She glanced down at the card in her hand. Stefan Kronos. Consultant. Psychic Investigator.

What the hell?
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As Kali realizes the connection to the her painting, she becomes even more concerned she’d be considered a suspect. Her visions are ramping up too and with Stefan’s help she is discovering ways to get more information from them.

Her connection to Grant also intensifies going from a simmer to sizzle over the course of the investigation.

A page-turning read, with intrigue, suspense and surprises.

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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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Gavin – The Mavericks Book 11 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.

Gavin
The Mavericks Book 11
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When four members of one family-owned corporation are kidnapped off the streets in Honolulu, Gavin’s intel says this is a corporate espionage case … but is it?

There’s not much to like about this case. Too many people are involved, … including an old friend of Gavin’s. But, as Gavin digs deeper into the motives of the suspect pool, events get uglier, and bodies start to fall.

Rosalina has no idea how she ended up in this nightmare, but all she cares about is her ailing parents who have been separated from her and her sister. Even when she and her sister are freed, Rosalina finds no sign of their mother or father. Trying to rescue them means deciphering friend from foe …

It comes down to the wire as this close family corporation falls apart, revealing the core of darkness inside, … and leaves Gavin and Rosalina struggling to stay safe as enemies work to take out them both.

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As is usual Gavin doesn’t get much time between help with an assignment and getting his own. Lennox is vague as he gives Gavin an envelope with his assignment, and hints at a friend joining him. Shane actually joins him right as he’s settling in on the destroyer that is the first leg of his journey. A business man his wife and their two adult daughters have disappeared. Now Gavin and Shane have to find them and figure who and why. When they arrive in Honolulu they are met by Steve Arbrey, Gavin know him from his service but he is also the older daughter, Melinda’s fiancé.

In an interesting turn of events, Rosalina and Melinda escape and are able to contact Steve through the gracious use of a man’s cell phone. The man and his friend wait with them until Steve arrives with Gavin and Shane. Steve takes Melinda back to the hotel and Rosalina shows Gavin and Shane where they were held before returning to the hotel. Gavin questions her about the family business on the way. Trident was created because Melinda was born without a leg.

Rosalina is much younger and she is considered the product of contraceptive failure, an ‘accident’. Although she works for the company she is all about research and development and has no patience for the politics of the other side of the business. She’s very intense and in some ways naïve in the ways of the world. Gavin finds her intriguing as she insists on helping while Melinda is being pampered by Steve.

Gavin is furious when Shane returns to the hotel room without having questioned Melinda and he leaves to do just that. The results of that conversation leave him both frustrated and suspicious.

They finally get information on vehicles in the area where they picked up the girls and are going to follow where they lead. Of course Rosalina isn’t going to stay behind.

This is a favorite scene.

“Somebody must have seen something,” Gavin said. He shoved the last piece of steak into his mouth and hopped up. “Time to find out exactly who and what.”

She shoveled her food down as fast as she could, hating that such a great meal was not getting treated as such. But she would not be left behind. As they walked toward the door, she grabbed several of the muffins and croissants, put them in a bag before placing them in her purse, and raced after them.

At the door Gavin turned, stopped, and shook his head. “Hell no.”

“Hell yes,” she said. “Nonnegotiable.”

“And what benefit is there,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, “to having you with me?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “but there will be one. I promise.”

He snorted at that. “No, you’ll be in the way.”

“I will not,” she said defiantly.

He glared, but Shane laughed and said, “Come on. Let’s go, or I’m leaving you both. We don’t have time to debate it.” And, by then, she’d locked her door and moved quickly behind them. “Do we tell the others?”

Gavin looked at her and said, “Steve picked us up. In a government vehicle.”

Immediately her lips pinched together. “Do you think he’s involved?”

“I have no idea,” he said. “I sure hope not. I’ve known him for a long time.”

She nodded. “I’ve known him for a couple years at least. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“No, but you also don’t know who and what might have yanked his chain.”

“I don’t think people yank his chain much,” she said cautiously.

“Really?” he asked. “How do you see the relationship between Steve and Melinda? Because, from what I saw today, he’s a man who’s had his chain yanked pretty damn hard.”

That shut her up. She hated to even think that Steve was involved, but the innuendo in Gavin’s words meant that he also wondered if her sister was involved. Rosalina tried to be dispassionate as she thought about her sister, and Melinda’s potential involvement in something like this. It was just so not her. Her sister wasn’t into this level of drama or pain, but she was very much into glory. So could Melinda have twisted this into something to put her face back on the front page again? “I don’t know why she would have had anything to do with this.”

“She?”

Shane asked, as they took the elevator down to the lower floor. She glared at him. “If Steve is involved, then I’m automatically thinking that potentially Melinda is too.”

“Oh, interesting that you would bring that up,” Gavin said, “because, yeah, I did wonder.”

“Of course you did,” she said. “I don’t know why you would have even gotten to that though. What does she get out of it?”

“That is my question to you,” he said.

“I can’t see that she gets anything out of it,” she replied. “She’s already high up in the company. She’s already the apple of their eye.”

“Would that have changed?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She was led to a small car and given the back seat. She took it eagerly, happy to be in the background and to watch everything going on. When Gavin failed to explain, she asked him, “What do you mean by that?”

Gavin drove, but he looked at her in the rearview mirror. “Do you think there was a falling-out between your parents and your sister? Was there any reason for them to be changing Melinda’s role within the company? Were they setting up a trust or something similar, and potentially she would not be getting as much as she thought she should?”

“I don’t know why,” she said in bewilderment. “And, if something like that were going on, I don’t know anything about it.”

“Are you privy to family discussions of that nature?”

“Only if they involve me,” she said. “Just because I’m not the favorite doesn’t mean that I’m despised or hated or not wanted.”

At the men’s silence, she hoped they at least understood the point she was trying to make.

“But maybe there was some recognition of an imbalance in the relationship,” Shane said slowly, as he twisted around to look at her. “What are the chances that your sister wouldn’t have liked that?”

“Hell no, she wouldn’t have liked it,” Rosalina said. “But that doesn’t mean she would do something this serious about it.”

“What would it take for your sister to do something serious?”

“Something like kidnap my parents?” she cried out in horror. “I can’t imagine.”

“Well, spend the next few minutes while we drive,” Gavin invited, “and just think about it. What would be a worst-case scenario that would cause your sister to do something so drastic?”

Rosalina sat back, hating to even contemplate it. But, of course, the answer was obvious— if her parents were cutting her off. If they kicked her out of the company, and she was demoted out of the family for whatever reason. But Rosalina couldn’t imagine that ever happening.

“I know what you’re trying to say,” she said, “but I just can’t see how something like this would even be possible.”

“Well, you haven’t told us what we’re talking about yet,” Gavin said. “So what are you saying?”

“I can’t imagine,” she said, “that she would ever get kicked out of the family or the company.”

“Interesting, but is that really what it would take?”

“Absolutely,” she said, “that is what it would take.”

“Okay, something to understand then.”

“No,” she said, “not at all. There’s nothing to understand because that scenario would never happen.”

They just nodded silently, sharing a quick look.

She couldn’t stop shaking her head. “I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Maybe not,” Gavin said, “but potentially something is there.”

She shook her head harder. “What’s her relationship like with her children?”

“She loves them,” Rosalina said, glad that she could at least reinforce that relationship. “She’s a good mom.”

“Okay,” he said. “So she’s a devoted mother.”

“Good,” Shane said. “What about as a wife?”

“No,” she said, “not so much there. But I don’t know all the details. I don’t have the kind of relationship with her that we would talk about something like that.”

“Right,” he said, “but every detail, no matter how small, is important.”

“I wish you would look at other suspects though.”

“But your sister makes such a good one,” Gavin said drily. “She’s so positive and so helpful and so worried about your parents.”

She winced. “When you talked to her, she was really bad, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, she was. Actually she gave me a much deeper insight into what your life would have been like in the family.”

“You only saw her in this mood,” she said. “You haven’t seen her when she’s all sweet and sunshine.”

“I can’t even fathom that side of her. If so, she’s very much a split personality, isn’t she?”

“Not clinically though,” she said. “I hate to say it, but there is a bit of a manipulative person inside.”

Gavin snorted, and she sank back, realizing that he already understood her sister a whole lot more than most people ever did. She wondered at that. It wasn’t just that her sister managed to keep the ugliness inside; her parents knew of this but never saw it. They had only ever seen the bright sunshiny child who they loved and raised. They were doting parents, receiving all that sweet sunshine that Melinda had to give.

And Rosalina understood that, since she had been deemed the interloper, she hadn’t seen the same sweetness from Melinda that her parents had seen. So it made for a very confusing childhood as Rosalina tried to figure out what was wrong with her. And no way to get an answer now or back then. When she realized the men were exchanging hard glances, yet nobody was talking, she leaned forward and whispered, “What’s the matter?” Shane, his voice intentionally against her ear, whispered, “Looks like we’re being followed.”

Before she could turn and look, he anticipated the move and grabbed her face. “Don’t turn around. Listen. Stay crouched down a bit, just in case.”

“Just in case, what?” she asked.

And, in that moment, the window behind her shattered.
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Things start heating up quickly from the moment they are being followed to the end of the book. Each page offers more clues as to what’s going on and when everything comes to a head it’s truly mind-blowing.

I love the way the relationship between Gavin and Rosalina slowly gathers steam. These two are so very perfect for each other.

I can’t wait to read Shane’s story!

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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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Tuesday’s Child – Psychic Visions Book 1 By Dale Mayer


Tuesday’s Child
Psychic Visions Book 1
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What she doesn’t want…
is exactly what he needs.

Shunned and ridiculed all her life for something she can’t control, Samantha Blair hides her psychic abilities and lives on the fringes of society. Against her will, however, she’s tapped into a killer–or rather, his victims. Each woman’s murder, blow-by-blow, ravages her mind until their death releases her back to her body. Sam knows she must go to the authorities, but will the rugged, no-nonsense detective in charge of tracking down the killer believe her?

Detective Brandt Sutherland only trusts hard evidence, yet Sam’s visions offer clues he needs to catch a killer. The more he learns about her incredible abilities, however, the clearer it becomes that Sam’s visions have put her in the killer’s line of fire. Now Brandt must save her from something he cannot see or understand…and risk losing his heart in the process.

As danger and desire collide, passion raises the stakes in a game Sam and Brandt don’t dare lose.

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This book was a special on the author’s website a while ago and I couldn’t resist. I had started this series at the end instead of the beginning, so now I am starting the first three books in a bundle.

Samantha Blair has unusual vision, she actually manifests the injuries of the victim. This book opens with one such vision and I truly felt sorry for her. In the thrall of the vision she sees a ring, one she has seen before and now does her best to commit the details of it to memory. In spite of previous interactions with the police being very stressful and frightening she was determined to bring this information. The ring was important and although not admissible the energy of the assailant was the same. She really isn’t surprised when the outcome of her meeting was much the same, doubt and suspicion. In a rush to leave she runs into a man, apologizes and continues on her way.

Brandt Sutherland is the detective she ran into. A visiting detective trying to find the evidence to create a serial killer task force. He has several murders he’s convinced are the same killer and would like to put these cases to rest. When he inquires about her identity from Kevin Bresson he isn’t surprised that Kevin has dismissed her as crazy. He doesn’t judge so quickly being friends with a renowned psychic Stefan Kronos. It’s when Kevin mentions a ring, he knows this woman is a valid psychic and she’s witnessed his nemesis kill again. After reading Kevin’s notes and then the scene that was reported, Brandt goes to see Samantha with questions of his own.

Samantha has another vision, and in spite of the fact it’s a car crash she senses the presence of the same energy as the murders. Now since I’ve read the later Psychic Vision books I knew right away who the man she saw in her vision was, however, she believes it was a loved one come to escort her to the other side. She documents the vision and after much consideration calls Brandt.

After Brandt validates her information about the crash and visits her again.

This is a favorite scene.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

He’d rather have a coffee, yet with no coffeemaker in sight, there didn’t appear to be much choice. And her offer could be deemed a definite step forward in the social game. Even for a prickly female like her.

“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”

He watched as she pulled out a teapot and teabags from the cupboard. She never made idle chitchat or unnecessary movements. Economical all the way. She fascinated him. He couldn’t think of another person like her. He walked over and sat on the same sofa as last time. “This is a nice place.”

“I like it.”

“Have you been here long?”

She shot him a suspicious look. “You mean you don’t know already?”

His lips quirked. “I’d like you to tell me.”

Samantha shrugged. “I’ve been here close to six months now.”

“And before that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Before that, I was somewhere else.”

“Of course you were,” he murmured. Her full history had been on his desk half an hour after he’d learned the details of the car accident she’d ‘seen.’ It hadn’t taken long as there’d been little to add to what he already knew. Today’s accident had opened doors for him. He wanted to learn the extent she was willing to fill in the missing details.

“Did you sabotage her car?”

She froze in the act of pouring water into the teapot. Her back went rigid. Fury visibly radiated through her bunched shoulders, rage-like waves he could almost touch. Ever so slowly, she finished filling the pot and replaced the kettle on the stove. Just as slowly, she turned around.

Brandt prepared to be blasted and found himself stunned at the pain evident in her eyes. Anger, yes, but he’d also hurt her. He grimaced. Damn, he’d judged that badly. He couldn’t figure her out and had automatically tried to shock her out of her silence. Instead, it appeared he’d locked her deeper inside.

“I’m sorry. I had to ask.”

She stared down at the kitchen floor, the muscles in her jaw twitching. She walked to the small fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. After a long moment, she shuddered once before answering, “When I have these visions, I’m not on the outside looking in. I’m inside these people staring out.” She shot him a look. “Believe me, it would be much easier if it were the other way around.”

That was understandable. If what she said were true, she must experience what they experience. He didn’t think that included the pain – no one could stand that. Still, being inside must forge a personal connection. And how hard would that be given the eventual outcome?

He waited until she’d brought his tea. “Can you do this at will?”

“No.” Did that make it better or worse? Brandt stayed silent. She didn’t offer any more information. “What about controlling it?”

“I wish.”

“So, what can you do?”

“Endure.” She bit her lip afterward, but it was too late. The word had slipped out.

God. Brandt paused, cup midway to the table. So softly spoken, the word said so much. He stared at her. She didn’t like her gift. She hadn’t learned to live with it yet. Or to control it. It controlled her. A rush of sympathy washed through him. Gifts like these, if real, were very unforgiving.

Few people had strong psychic abilities. Of those, some went insane. Some survived – barely, and a select few learned to control them and lived quite well. From what he’d seen, she could be one of the stronger ones. Except without the control, she was dangerous. Very dangerous.

Stefan had often extolled the dangers of psychic power without training. Brandt narrowed his eyes. Maybe Stefan could help her. If she’d accept any help. He stared at her in consideration.

Uncontrollable power was a disaster waiting to happen.

He should get the hell out and not come back. Even as he thought it, he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He needed to learn more about her. To understand her. After confirming the details of this morning’s accident, he was willing to buy into her story as a psychic. But his personal interest bothered him. Especially when his better judgment told him to leave her alone.

She sipped her tea, apparently comfortable under the intensity of his gaze. She didn’t fidget, move around, or make artificial conversation.

“Well,” she asked. “Did you make up your mind?”

He lowered his cup. “About what?”

“Whether to believe me or not.”

“I’m willing to believe up to this point. Your information checked out on the car accident and until I find out otherwise, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Gee, thanks.” She peered over the rim of her teacup, derision in her voice.

Exasperated, he said, “You can’t expect me to jump for joy over all of this. I’m a cop. I like things to be cut, dried, and clear. I also know that it rarely happens. So if there is information that can help, then I will listen and say thank you.”

She stared at him, a frown between her brows.

He had no idea what she was thinking. Samantha had the odd distinction of being the only person to throw him off balance every one last question. “Is there any particular trigger for the visions?”

That caught her off guard. She stared at him, her eyes flat. “Yes.”

“And that is?” he asked.

“Violence.”
Dale Mayer. Psychic Visions Books 1–3 (Kindle Locations 904-956). Dale Mayer.

With that visit he leaves her with Stefan’s phone number, hoping she’ll contact him. The uncontrolled visions could be dangerous to her. He doesn’t know why he can’t get her out of his mind, knowing he should distance himself.

A lot happens in this book as we follow Samantha, as she travels through her days. Her work at the veternarian’s office is soothing to her as is her dog Moses and home in the middle of nowhere. She acquires a second dog the vet considers dangerous, but she has managed to build a bit of a rapport with him. The vet wanted to put him down, but she wasn’t going to give up on him. The visions keep happening and are changing. This frightens her but also gives her hope of this killer being caught.

Brandt in spite of being a bit skeptical, is drawn to her and arranges a meeting with her and Stefan. He’s definitely worried about her. There’s also some stuff going on at the police station that is causing chaos within.

I couldn’t put this book down, every page has clues and I love the way this relationship develops. Quite the unusual relationship but one that really makes perfect sense.

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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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Lance – Hathaway House Book 12 By Dale Mayer


Lance
Hathaway House Book 11
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Welcome to Hathaway House.
Rehab Center. Safe Haven.
Second chance at life and love.

Lance Mayfair sought out Hathaway House at the recommendation of a friend, who told him it was an answer to prayer. Lance knows more about prayers than answers, but, if he can see progress in one particular area of his life and health, it will be worth the effort and the pain. He’ll do anything he can to play music again. It’s all he has left now that his days as a Navy SEAL are over and, with them, any chance of a happy, productive life.

However, the shoulder injury that ended his career pretty much guarantees he’ll never play his beloved instruments ever again.

Unless Hathaway House and Jessica can work a miracle.

Jessica has worked with many patients at Hathaway House, but she connects with Lance in a way she didn’t with any of the others. She can see the need inside him—his desire to create again, to heal through music. And his goal becomes her goal: to see him play music in his soul again.

Only his music isn’t all he wants or needs, and making him happy goes a long way to making her happy, but it’s not enough. Both want and need so much more.

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When Ian sends Lance pictures of his recovery, Lance was sure they had been photoshopped. He couldn’t believe the difference between the man he knew here and the one in the photos. Even Jaden was encouraging hm to go to Hathaway House, both man swore it would make all the difference in the world.

The journey definitely took a toll on him, as has been the case with every one we’ve met in these books so far. It seems to me that Lance is perhaps a little more aware of the things that could hold him back.

His set back comes in the form of anemia and an infection, not a mental one as we’ve seen before. Jessica his nurse has been very watchful of him. She’s drawn to him on a level she doesn’t quite understand. In one of their conversations he mentioned music was a hobby, one he made money from before he went into the service. He also mentioned the guitar as one of the instruments he played.

On one of her trips into town Jessica spots an old guitar, it wasn’t expensive and she has it tuned and leaves it for him while he’s sleeping.

This is a favorite scene.

“Well, that’s hard to believe,” he said. In his wheelchair, he stopped at the coffee station and tried to put some on his tray, but it was already pretty full.

“Not to worry,” Dennis said. “I’ll come behind you and bring you a fresh cup.”

“Only if you’ve got time,” he said, looking back at him.

“I’ll make time,” he said. “It’s coffee after all, and we all need it in the morning.”

Lance smiled and said, “Well, I sure do. I’m definitely a coffee drinker,” he said.

And he slowly pushed his wheelchair outside in the sun. If nothing else he needed the sunshine and some vitamin D. Jessica was right about that. In the morning he wouldn’t burn. He knew it would still take a few days for the antibiotics to kick in fully, but he had to admit to feeling a little bit better. When Dennis arrived with a cup of coffee and a glass of juice, Lance smiled and thanked him.

But Dennis just laughed. “Be prepared for company,” he said, as he turned to leave, seeing Jessica coming with her own plate of food.

“One of the benefits of living and working here,” Lance said, motioning at the food, “is that you get to have the same food that we do.”

“And that’s a huge benefit,” she said. “This is actually fresh orange juice,” she said, picking it up and taking a sip. She studied Lance over the rim of the glass, and he smiled back at her.

“Yes, I feel much better,” he said. “I think I just overdid it yesterday.”

Her gaze still watchful, she nodded. “And who knows if that iron is starting to kick in or not.”

“I doubt if it’s that fast,” he said, “but I did make sure I had lots of dark greens and beef for dinner last night.”

“Good,” she said. “We’ll get you there eventually.”

“I just hadn’t really expected the eventually to start off so dismally,” he said.

“Everybody is different,” she said. “Everybody has to heal on their own.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. “I’m just so grateful everybody came in and out last night, keeping me awake,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But you guys were checking up on me, so I can’t really complain. Speaking of which,” he said, lifting his fork and pointing it at her, “I presume it’s you I have to thank for the guitar.”

Her face beamed into a beautiful smile.

He stared at her, fascinated, because she was one of those people who showed every expression on her face. Whereas he didn’t seem to show any, she was like this open book. “Yes, indeed,” she said. “I remembered what you said, and I was at a secondhand store, so it didn’t cost very much,” she said. “Honestly, getting it tuned cost more than buying the guitar itself.”

“Well, I did run my fingers across the strings,” he confessed. “And it was nice to hear that it was tuned and in good order.”

“Good,” she said. “I never really know if people are doing what they said they’ll do,” she said. “And it’s certainly not my field.”

“Not a problem,” he said, chuckling. “When I go back after breakfast, maybe I’ll try it out.” He flexed his fingers. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to play.”

“It’s worth a try. Do you have sessions today?”

“No, not for a couple days,” he said. “Shane has put me on minor stuff, no heavy-duty workouts until I’m back on my feet again.”

“That’s probably best,” she said. “Much better to take it slow and steady instead of going too far, too fast, only to end up going backward.”

“Exactly,” he said. Just then somebody called her, so she excused herself, and he could see that she would not likely be back.

So, finishing his coffee, he rolled his way back over and filled it up again, tucked it into a little cupholder on the wheelchair, which he thought was one of the best little add-ons to a wheelchair that he’d seen. He slowly made his way back to his room. Once there, he put the coffee cup down, so it was out of the way, then picked up the guitar, trying to adjust his position. He shifted awkwardly up onto the bed, then shifted again so the bed was in a better sitting position, where he could sit with his legs stretched out.

Gently at first, he strummed the guitar. Soon soft gentle musical notes filled the room. He leaned back, closing his eyes, and let the pleasure of hearing the music float through him again, soaking it into his bones. It was such a healing sound for him, and he wondered why he’d never thought to have some musical instrument with him. Mostly because music had been out of the realm of possibility, so he’d just stopped letting it be part of his world. He gently let his fingers play, going from a love song to a country song and back to a ballad. By the time he opened his eyes, several people were in the doorway. He looked at them in surprise, his fingers coming down over the strings to silence them.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I never gave it a thought, but I shouldn’t be playing inside, should I?”

Dani stepped through the crowd to say, “Maybe not at certain times,” she said, “but, during the day like this, something like that is absolutely beautiful,” she said. “You are very talented.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said. “And I promise I’ll try not to fill the halls with music all day long.”

“You’re definitely welcome to play inside during the day,” she said. “But, when you want to take it outside, just let us know,” she said. “I’m sure you’ll have quite an audience who will enjoy the music with you.”

He loved that. He loved the freedom to be a part of this. And he really loved the acceptance from those around him.
Dale Mayer. Lance (Kindle Locations 980-986). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Music brings Jessica and Lance closer, but not all the current residents are happy about it. Dani reaches a compromise and sets a schedule for him to play. Shane notices that work would need to be done to enable Lance to continue playing the various instruments he obviously loves and takes on that challenge.

We get to see Stan and Robin from the Vet clinic and the puppies that need to be bottle fed as well as the horses and of course Max the cat that seems to think he owns the place.

There was quite the surprise in this book, for both Hathaway House as a whole and Jessica. One that really shows how very different each and every journey is.

This is another beautiful story of recovery, romance and new beginnings. I truly can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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