NOW YOU SEE HER by Dale Mayer ~ GIVEAWAY

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About NOW YOU SEE HER:  

Energy is where all life comes from. Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is evil. Tia escaped from a ‘special program’ and is on the run. Those that had her are hunting her and they won’t stop till they get her back…

Energy. The life force of good … and evil 

And sometimes evil is stronger.

Tia spent years imprisoned in a 'special' program. When she finally escaped, she ran as far away as she could. But it wouldn't leave her alone.

Only one person can help her. Stefan. But when she contacts him for help, she gets more than she bargained for. Six weeks later, she awakens from a coma to find more problems than ever – and she's still being hunted.

Dean, moonlighting as a guard at the hospital, finds himself in an impossible situation. His belief system is stretched out of control by someone whom he can't forget ... and can't believe. Until he has no choice.

With everything on the line, Tia and Dean must work together to solve the problem that has somehow – in a very unique way – entwined them both.

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Here is an exclusive excerpt from NOW YOU SEE HER

Tia wanted to bolt up from the couch and run as far and as fast as she could from the three men. But she didn’t move a muscle. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could. Her body was starting to seizure but her muscles didn’t appear to move. Energy seizures? Was such a thing possible?

People with abilities seemed to have two systems. One physical and one energetic. If a person could get sick on the physical system, in theory it should then be possible to get “sick” on the energetic level.

Great.

Just what she needed. Was there an equivalent to cancer on the physical system? ’Cause it would be so typical of her to be the first one. Damn.

Deciding she’d had enough of being stared at, she shifted to a sitting position then stood up – a little shaky but at least she was vertical. She studied the room. As far as she could tell she was still in Dean’s house, but everything was foggy. As if she was looking through a light rain.

“Where’s Dean?”

“Right in front of you.” Dean’s voice came through a weird cloud.

She rubbed her eyes but she still couldn’t see him clearly. “I can’t see you very well,” she muttered.

Instead of a shocked exclamation, a warm hand landed on her shoulder, grounding her. 

Instantly, her vision cleared. He stood in front of her, a worried look on his face.

She smiled. “Thanks, now I can see you.”

“I didn’t do anything, but you’re welcome.” His smile gentled, but his gaze narrowed as he studied her features. She could feel the power of his concern. It was…disconcerting.

“I wish I woke feeling like I’d had some rest. Instead, every time I wake up I feel frazzled, frayed at the edges. Terrible feeling,” she muttered. She should go to the washroom, wash her face, maybe it would wake her up, but she didn’t want to move.

Dean stepped back, letting his hand fall away and as if a connection had broken she suddenly felt worse. Weird. She felt better touching him. 

Still, she could hardly hold his hand all the time. Besides, she was better than before she’d collapsed. She excused herself and used the facilities. Afterwards she tried to run her fingers through her hair. Thankfully there was mouthwash in a cupboard. Stefan had brought her meager belongings from the hospital, but apparently toiletries had not been among them. 

Finally, she pushed open the door and walked out to the living room and to the men who waited for her. She heard Dean say something to her but where he stood was only a blur of energy. 

Turning toward the sound of Stefan’s voice, she realized he was no longer as clear as he’d been either.

She whispered, hating the fear snaking through her, “There’s something wrong with me.”

Then she fell to her knees.

The men rushed to her side.

But not in time.

She toppled face forward to the floor.

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Author Bio:

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, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

Connect with her online at: Website, Twitter, Facebook, Newsletter, and Amazon.  

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Scales By Dale Mayer ~ Broken, but Mending Series ~ GIVEAWAY

Happy Release Day for Scales by Dale Mayer!

Scales

Broken, but Mending Series

By Dale Mayer

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About Scales (Broken, but…Mending, Book 3)

Check Out the Next Novel in the Broken, but Mending Series from Best-Selling Author Dale Mayer.

Healing comes in different ways at different times for different people.

The Broken but... Mending series is all about capturing the moment when breakthroughs occur. When love, the greatest healer, steps up and makes it happen.

She thinks she escaped Justice.
He is still waiting for Justice to happen.
She’s afraid her day of reckoning is near.
He’s afraid his day of reckoning will never arrive.
Will love balance the scales of Justice?

Paris and Weaver’s story will out soon in this third installment of the Broken but…Mending series. Can be read as a standalone.

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Here is an exclusive excerpt from Scales:

He tried to understand the questions in front of him, but he had to ponder the concept. He wasn't about dreams. He was all about goals. Dreams were nebulous. Airy and light. Weightless. Euphemism for useless. He was a planner. A-one-foot-in-front-of-the-other-and-walk toward a specific end point kind of person. Not for the joy of the walk but because he was going to get somewhere specific. He was all about specifics. That he was here in this damn class said he was doing one of the steps that he needed to do to get on with his life. 
Another check box was being marked off. Good. He wasn't into therapy, not his own at any rate. At least not now. No, he couldn't really say for sure why he was here except because of Jenna herself. He'd heard about Jenna's classes and had even attended several of her evening lectures. But he didn't need her class. He'd said as much to her. That's when she'd smiled that really witchy smile, her eyes glowing with laugher, and she'd challenged him to attend. To show that he'd taken care of his stuff. That there wasn't anything else she could show him. 
He'd snickered. "Hell," he'd said, "of course I could do it, but I don't need to. I wouldn't pay good money for something like this."
She'd laughed and said, "If you think you're immune, then write up a paper on it. If it's any good, I'll help you get it published. If you find out you’re not immune, we’ll revisit the subject of the report at the end."
Now that appealed. His portfolio was missing published articles – particularly in peer reviewed journals. He didn't know if having a shrink's name on his paper or her help in getting a paper published would count for much, but it was on his bucket list. And damn it, that bucket list was important. 
So he'd accepted the challenge. He was here.
So no, he hadn't been tricked into attending, but… it almost felt like it. Or maybe it was that he felt played… and had taken the bait. He was where she wanted him to be.
But why?
To observe? To write his insights? There was lots of fodder here. Some of these people needed serious help.
He shook his head and scratched the word dreams out and replaced it with the word goals. When he was done, he realized the odd sound in the background was the sound of paper ripping. He snuck a glance over at Paris to see her trying to rip out the answer she'd tried to rub out first. She was seriously determined to not let anyone see that answer. As he studied her, he realized that she'd actually ripped off the strip of paper and had rolled it up into a tiny ball.
Fascinated, he watched her struggle to find a place to hide the tiny item. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. What the hell had she written that she wanted erased so badly?
His gaze swung back to the paper and realized she'd left the other part of the paper attached. Just a long strip missing out of the bottom half. She lifted her gaze to his face. Her cheeks flared with bright color and she slammed her hand over the same hand that held the tiny ball of paper. The ball flew from her fingers, bounced on the table, and rolled toward him.
He couldn't help it. He wanted to know what it said. Just as he reached for the paper, she snatched it up and he followed the trail of the fingers to her mouth. She popped the tiny thing into her mouth… and damn if she didn't swallow it. 


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Author Bio:
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, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

Connect with Dale:  Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon

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