There’s no best-by date for revenge.
Wealthy and beautiful Shay Lassiter runs a prestigious foundation, but her connections and resources were worthless when her fiancé tried to murder her. Now, she’s guarding her heart and using her knack for reading people’s intentions – both good and evil – to guide her. But when the foundation’s clients start dying, she must turn to the new man in her life…one who’s giving her mixed signals.
Computer specialist and ex-cop Roman Chandler has a secret. It involves Shay and could ruin the fragile relationship he’s building with her. Though he can’t tell her the truth, he needs to convince her to trust him. He fears that whoever is behind this is about to turn his vengeance on Shay…
And vengeance can be deadly.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Wealthy and beautiful Shay Lassiter runs a prestigious foundation, but her connections and resources were worthless when her fiancé tried to murder her. Now, she’s guarding her heart and using her knack for reading people’s intentions – both good and evil – to guide her. But when the foundation’s clients start dying, she must turn to the new man in her life…one who’s giving her mixed signals.
Computer specialist and ex-cop Roman Chandler has a secret. It involves Shay and could ruin the fragile relationship he’s building with her. Though he can’t tell her the truth, he needs to convince her to trust him. He fears that whoever is behind this is about to turn his vengeance on Shay…
And vengeance can be deadly.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Ice
hit her first. Inside and out.
Shay
Lassiter woke to find goosebumps marching across her cold skin in the early
morning. She tugged up the chocolate brown duvet she'd thrown off sometime in
the night but even that didn't account for the cold filtering slowly through
her waking consciousness. The rest of her brain screamed at her to wake up all
the way. Something was off.
Morris,
the ever-present ghost of her beloved childhood pet, snuggled up close. She
didn't understand the miracle of his existence, but she rejoiced in it every
day. The deep purr rumbled at her shoulder making her smile. She was thankful
his gentle blue ball of energy sat on her bed most days. She rarely saw him in
physical form, but he was always there in spirit – offering immeasurable
comfort. Most times, the sound of his engine powered through the small room.
That oversized orange tabby had been the size of a small car, but had a diesel
truck motor for an engine.
The
purr shut off.
Shit.
Her
internal alarm finally kicked in as the bedding pressed down on her, confining,
where moments before it had been comforting. She threw the duvet back,
springing from bed, her heart pounding. A clammy film coated her skin. What the hell was wrong?
She
spun around, searching her darkened bedroom for the cause of the unease
settling deep in her soul.
There
was no one there with her.
Last
night, she'd gone to sleep without a problem. That was surprising because she'd
had an argument with her fiancé, Darren, before going to sleep. And it had been
a bad one, making her doubt their relationship…again. But still, she knew that
discord hadn't created this type of response. Her psyche often chose the wee
hours of the morning to wake her up and chew away at her, but she'd never woken
up quite like this. Shivering, she looked down at her cami and boy shorts to
see the hairs rising on her smooth skin. Her teeth chattered as she ran to
check the thermostat in her room. It was normal.
Of
course it was. It should be warm; it
was summertime.
She
ran back to bed and huddled against her headboard with her duvet high up on her
chest.
Shay?
Stefan
Kronos spoke, his familiar voice swept through her mind, calming her. He must
have heard her silent distress in the night. Stefan? Something's wrong. Only I can't see what it is.
I'll check it out.
The
emptiness in her mind told her Stefan had left. God, she didn't know what she'd
do without him. He didn't always respond this quickly, but her psychic friend
always knew when something was wrong.
Then
she heard it…
The
click of her front door opening...then closing. Something moved across her living
room floor.
She
had an intruder.
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer. She’s best known for her
Psychic Vision Series. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also
writes paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in different genres.
To go with her fiction, she 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 digital format.
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