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Dangerous Designs – Design Book 1 by Dale Mayer


Dangerous Designs
Designs Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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

Her…

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

Him…

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

It …

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

Them…

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

“Hey, Storey?”

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

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

A lopsided grin slipped out, fascinating her.

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

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

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

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

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. I want to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dale Mayer

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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Killian – The Mavericks Book 15 by Dale Mayer


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

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

Killian
The Mavericks Book 15
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the fun begins.

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

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

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

He chuckled.

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

“Why?”

“Sparks.”

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

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

Very,” he said. “Cute too.”

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

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

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

“I’m not lying,” he said.

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

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

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

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks anyway. I’ll be just fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A little too much independence?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want a blanket too?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Now you sound like her,” he said.

“It is what it is.”

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

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

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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


Noah’s Nemesis
Heroes for Hire Book 26
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene before they leave the compound.

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

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

He shook his head. “Now we do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He frowned. “Any security at this place?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What will you pick?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She frowned. “I’m not arguing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Tucker – The K9 Files Book 13 By Dale Mayer


Tucker
The K9 Files Book 13
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your sister what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So this was personal?”

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

“Was it a competition though?”

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

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

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

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

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

“And where are they?”

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

He stared at her.

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

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

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

“Did they get along with the dog?”

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

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

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

“Defective?” he asked in an ominous tone.

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

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

“I never thought that,” she said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is now my favorite of the series and I can’t wait for the next one!

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

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

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Fallon’s Flaw – Bullard’s Battle Book 6 by Dale Mayer


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

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

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

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

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

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

This is one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

Quinn asked, “The delivery guy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does he contact you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When did you get here?”

“Three days ago.”

“When did he contact you last?”

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

“But you had the guy’s text.”

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

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

“A little more dismayed maybe,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do we get dinner first?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We are getting closer to finding Bullock, yet not. I really can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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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Nabbed in the Nasturtiums – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 14 by Dale Mayer


Nabbed In The Nasturtiums
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 14
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Riches to rags …
Chaos might be slowing …
Only a new murder occurs …
Sending her off the trail again …

It’s been a tough few weeks since Robin and Mathew, Doreen’s ex-lawyer and her ex-husband, slid back into her life.

Okay, so maybe Robin isn’t here any longer to cause torment, but Mathew is. And he’s not planning to leave Doreen alone anytime soon, although thankfully he’s gone back home for a while. Trying to recuperate looks doubtful for Doreen, when a local gardener is kidnapped, while picking nasturtiums for dinner.

The case heats up when the missing man’s niece appears on Doreen’s doorstep, looking for help, including asking Doreen to accompany her to the police station.

Not at all sure what’s going on, but willing to help someone in need—particularly after having been a suspect herself—Doreen tags along, looking to do her good deed for the day.

But no good deed goes unpunished, and, when Mathew calls, Doreen gets more than she bargained for, including all the usual suspects: love, jealousy, and … greed. It takes everything from her feathered and furred critter team to keep her safe, as she digs to the bottom of yet another crazy case …

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I really love the way Mack is always checking up on Doreen. She’s been through so much lately and is yet again healing from an injury. Although she’s tired she’s also getting bored so when Mack brings groceries for dinner but then has to run she wants all the information on that kidnapping…or Nabbed in the Nasturtiums.

We get a little review of what’s happening with Robin’s murder and Doreen’s ex. You know of course he’s not going to stay away especially since their divorce agreement is now null and void. I got a real kick out of Nick meeting her while she’s out walking with the animals so she can give him some change to retain his council.

I think my favorite scene is when Mathew shows up and so do Nick and Mack.

She stared at her phone and groaned. “Now what am I supposed to do?” she muttered. She quickly sent Mack a text. Mathew will be here in twenty minutes.

Instead of responding, he called her. “You’re not allowed to see him.”

“What do you want me to do?” she cried out. “He already called me. He’s bringing the exact same document and expects me to sign it.”

“Nonsense,” he said. “I’m calling Nick.”

“What good will that do?” she wailed, but Mack was already gone. And, of course, nobody responded again. She groaned and put on more coffee, as if she needed more. But some things just called for coffee. It was either that or open up a bottle of wine and start guzzling. And that wasn’t a habit she wanted to get into, no matter how tempting it might be.

She kept walking back and forth between the front and back doors, staring all the while. Mugs was pacing along with her, and so was Goliath. Thaddeus, on the other hand, was perched on his roost in the living room and completely ignoring her, snoozing. She had both front and back doors locked because she had that sneaking sense that Mathew would enter without knocking, and that was the last thing she wanted.

On the other hand, he was the kind who would sneak in somehow, and she wouldn’t even see it coming. Then he’d act like it was totally normal. She had no idea how she was supposed to get out of this, and she didn’t think telling him that the lawyer said she couldn’t sign anything would be good enough to get rid of him. Would he go so far as to hurt her? That she didn’t know. And it’s not what she wanted to think about, but it was all too possible that he would do it now, if she put up any kind of argument.

Almost simultaneously she watched three vehicles fly up the cul-de-sac and park. Mack got here first, and he pulled into the driveway. Her ex and his little rental car pulled around and parked out front. Finally Nick parked curbside.

Hopping out, Mathew took one look at Mack and glared. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Mack asked, as if he didn’t know.

“I came to see my wife,” Mathew said stiffly.

“Look at that,” Mack said, a big grin on his face. “So did I.”

“Oh dear,” Doreen said to herself. “This won’t be good. On the other hand, with Mack obviously quite capable of handling Mathew, it could be great fun.” She stepped out onto the front porch and glared at the two of them. Mathew looked at her and said, “Really? A cop?”

She shrugged. “Really? Why not?” she said. “I mean, it’s not like you weren’t sleeping with my former divorce lawyer.”

“I didn’t know that she was a criminal,” he growled.

“Oh, please, that’s a lie,” she said. “Tell me another one.” She waved him away with her hand, as she watched Nick get out of the third vehicle.

“And who is this?” Mathew asked, as he turned to look at Nick.

“My new attorney,” she said. “I told you that I won’t sign anything without him reviewing the document first.”

Mathew stiffened. “I flew all the way up here,” he said, “so we could do this without the lawyers.”

“Well then, you should have spoken to me before you did that,” she said, trying for a commonsense easygoing attitude. But that had never worked before, so it was unlikely to work now.

He shook his head. “If you’ll be difficult,” he said, “I’m not leaving the document.”

“That’s fine,” Nick said. “We’ll write up a document for you to sign then.”

“What kind of document?” he asked stiffly, looking at Nick suspiciously.

Nick pulled a business card from his wallet, handed it over, and said, “If you don’t want to deal with your lawyer, that’s fine,” he said, “we can deal between the two of us.”

“For what?”

“The divorce settlement of course,” Nick said, his eyes opening wide. “I mean, that is what you’re here about, isn’t it?”

Her ex slowly nodded, but he was stiffening, and his body language showed that he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“That’s what he said,” she called out from the front step.

Mathew turned and looked at her and asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” she asked in innocence.

“The document is null and void, so we just sign another, that’s all.” He raised the brown envelope in his hand. “This is the one that you need to sign again,” he said. “It’s simple. You just sign it, and we’re all good to go.”

“If my lawyer at the time was a criminal, and she is the one who wrote that document,” she said, “why would I sign it again? Obviously we need a new one,” she said. “And, in order to get a new one, I had to get a new lawyer.”

“No,” he said, “you didn’t have to get a new lawyer. As a matter of fact, we don’t need to get a new lawyer.”

We? Is that you and your whole team of lawyers?” she asked. “So you’re protected. It’s just me who isn’t.”

“Of course you’re protected,” he said, with an eye roll and that genial look. “I’ve looked after you for all these years,” he said. “I won’t screw you around now.”

“And yet there was that other document,” Nick said. “You know? The one where Robin screwed Doreen over?”

“Yes, but,” Mathew said, raising a finger, “Doreen signed the paperwork, so I just assumed she had agreed to it.”

“Doreen agreed to it because her lawyer told her to sign it, saying it was the best agreement Robin could get Doreen, and that you didn’t owe her anything,” Nick said, rocking back on his heels, with a delightful tone of voice.

Doreen couldn’t even quite place the tenor of his voice, but just something about it fascinated her. She looked over at Mack to see him glaring at her. She opened her eyes wide, threw out her hands, and raised her voice. “What?”

Mack just shook his head, then took several steps forward toward her.

Mathew asked, “What’s the matter? Are they hurting you?”

“Of course they’re not hurting me,” she said, staring at Mathew in confusion. “Does it look like he’s hurting me?”

“You yelled at him.”

“I yell at him all the time,” she said, with a shoulder shrug. “It makes no difference.”
Dale Mayer. Nabbed in The Nasturtiums (Kindle Locations 421-473). Valley Publishing.

Now after the confrontation with Mathew, Mack takes Doreen, Mugs, Goliath and Thaddeus out to lunch. This is their first real date! I was so excited.

With a bit of encouragement from her Nan, Doreen gets involved with one of the disappearances attributed to Bob Small, it was one of Nan’s friend’s nieces. Annalise Bergman was on her way home from ballet and never arrived. Her Nan has some things coming from her friend’s family that may give additional clues so she’s waiting on that. Of course Doreen keeps trying to get more on the kidnapping, it’s sort of expected.

More cooking lessons, I love these so much, walks with the animals are always fun and sometimes dangerous. Did I mention Doreen gets involved with Mack’s case because of the man’s niece? No? Well that’s how it happens and let me tell you this whole book is a wild ride!

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series, they are fun, and intriguing with plenty of laughter and that beginning relationship that I am loving so very much.

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


Kano’s Keep
Bullard’s Battle Book 5
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Catherine. DeeDee. Paris. Kano had hoped to never deal with the three again. The woman he loved, her dragon of a mother, and a city to bring the best—and worst—memories to mind. A return trip leads to a conversation with DeeDee, which sheds more light on who is behind Bullard’s murder in that planned plane explosion.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene of that dinner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who did you hear it from?”

“One of my men,” she said.

“Gregg?”

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

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

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

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

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

“So tell me about them.”

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

“You think they’re behind it?”

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

“Any idea where we can find their offices?”

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

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

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

“Interesting,” he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s how you raised me,” she said.

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

“So naïve?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At that, Catherine burst out with honest laughter.

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

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

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

“Maybe I can learn,” her mother said.

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

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

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

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

“Good enough,” Kano said.

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

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

Her mother laughed and disappeared from sight.

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

Kano looked at her in surprise.

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

“Good,” he said, with feeling.

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

He flushed in surprise.

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

“Sounds like you have,” he said.

She shrugged. “There was room.”

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

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

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

“What about you?”

He stared at her, nonplussed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Nash – Hathaway House Book 14 by Dale Mayer


Nash
Hathaway House Book 14
By
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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

“Any chance of them getting back together again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Scales – Broken But Mending Book 3 by Dale Mayer


Scales
Broken But Mending Book 3
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It’s a question of justice.
A debate between right and wrong.
But what happens when the lines blur, can justice prevail?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

“We’ll head towards the ocean.”

“Wherever.” She shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like fun, but so not for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

She wished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There are some very sad cases out there.”

“And here,” she muttered.

“As long as we do what we can.”

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

“You’ve been there?” Weaver questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That surprised a laugh out of him. “Isn’t it though? Or maybe I should say, life used to be a bitch. Now it’s much better.”
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Their conversation is just the tip of the iceberg Paris has to overcome. Her major fear is one connected to what she reveals to Weaver but doesn’t come to the fore until later.

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

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

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

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

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Scars – Broken But Mending Book 2 By Dale Mayer


Scars
Broken But Mending Book 2
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Some scars are visible.
Some scars are hidden.
But the worst scars are buried within…

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

But at what cost?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like everyone else had.

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

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

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

One of them deserved to know what happiness was.

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She raised her eyebrows and narrowed her gaze at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes widened first in shock then softened in sympathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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