About 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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Mason
Kill or be killed.
Part of an elite SEAL team, Mason takes on the dangerous jobs no one else wants to do – or can do. When he’s on a mission, he’s focused and dedicated. When he’s not, he plays as hard as he fights.
Until he meets a woman he can’t have but can’t forget.
Software developer, Tesla lost her brother in combat and has no intention of getting close to someone else in the military. Determined to save other US soldiers from a similar fate, she’s created a program that could save lives. But other countries know about the program, and they won’t stop until they get it – and get her.
Time is running out... For her... For him... For them...
Excerpt:
How could her rescuer see anything?
The sky was overcast and even the moon was covered. She could barely see him. And he stood in front of her. She
definitely couldn't see anything around them. Her clothes were black, but she
knew her face had to glow in the dark – especially shining with sweat like it
was.
Not a good day to shine.
Her droll humor helped her regain her
sense of balance. She knew she could be off and running any second and needed
to be ready. Unfortunately her body wanted to slide to the ground and collapse.
"Rest. We have two minutes then
we're off again."
She didn't waste the energy nodding.
Two minutes wasn't enough time to catch her breath and respond.
She focused on her mental state
instead. If that was strong the rest would follow. She hoped.
At the two-minute mark, she was hauled
to her feet and dragged on another marathon through the bush. Why? If he'd been
able to rescue her, why wasn't he able to get her picked up and shipped out to
safety?
When he shoved her down behind a log,
she knew she wasn't getting up again.
Not willingly. She closed her eyes
and willed back the tears of exhaustion.
Damn.
"You okay?" That low deep
note of concern had her opening her eyes and lying.
"I'm fine," she whispered.
His smile of appreciation warmed the
coldness inside. When his grin widened, flashing his white teeth, and he
whispered, "Good, let's go again," she groaned.
"Once more," he promised,
helping her over the log they'd been hiding behind.
She didn't believe him but forced her
legs to move. But instead of a run they stumbled. Instead of landing softly
they came down hard, stilted. He reached out a hand. She put hers in it, loving
the way his hand, fingers closed over hers as if he could impart some of his
strength, his endurance to her.
Maybe she was gaining strength from
him as her feet seemed to cooperate better, and she could pick up the pace.
When they stopped the next time, she slid in a weak heap to the ground. She
huddled up into a ball and closed her eyes.
When had she last hurt like this? Had
she ever hurt so badly? She didn't think so.
Her rescuer crouched beside her and
said, "We're waiting for a pick up. Should be in ten minutes." His
voiced deepened. “We’re in Mexico and need to get across the border fast.”
She lifted her face to his and wanted
to cry. Mexico? Oh no. She wanted to be home. Away from this nightmare. Were
they driving out? Flying out? By donkey? Maybe she didn’t want to know. But
whatever method she wanted to go now.
His finger stroked down the side of
her cheek. "You're doing just fine."
"Doesn't feel like it. Feels
like you ripped my ribs out and made me walk on them," she muttered.
His grin widened. "You got
spunk. I like that."
Hawk
Finding a dead man is a hell
of a way to start a holiday.
Growing up, Hawk was always a bit of a wild card. Once he became a SEAL, he found his niche in the world. But the wild man was still there, under wraps …and waiting for a match. Back home for a few days, he realizes a new, darker element has moved in.
And it appears to involve the freckle-faced redhead he never forgot.
Mia remembers her best friend’s brother. After all, what woman could forget him? He was like fireworks lighting up her life. Taking her breath away and making her heart beat faster. But the version that came home was harder, more dangerous ... and sexy as hell.
Good thing he's on their side as the town explodes in violence with Mia caught in the middle.
Excerpt:
She turned away and saw her father awake. Bursting into
tears, she raced to give him a big hug.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said through her sobs.
“I’m so very glad you and Hawk were both there to help.”
“You mean Hawk. He rescued both of us,” she admitted.
“Good. Glad he did.” Her father reached up and rubbed his
temple. “My head is pounding. It’s going to be days before I feel up to opening
the store.”
“Are you still going to?” she asked quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, your brother was shot in the store, it was ransacked,
the guns were stolen and your cache at home was also stolen.”
He shrugged. “It was all insured.”
She nodded but inside it bothered her. “I’m not sure I like
the idea of you selling guns anymore.”
“You never did.” He pursed his lips and studied her.
“Nervous now? That’s not like you.”
“Watching those men…” She shuddered. “It did make me think.”
He shook his head. “It’s not the guns. It’s the people–”
“People who use them.” She groaned. “Yeah, I know.”
“Lucky you, you’re free to leave,” he said. “What are you
going to do now?”
“As you’re fine and safe here, I’m going home. I got a pass
from the doctor as long as I rest.” She stood up and reached over to hug him.
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, Mia.” He smiled up at her. “This will be a
bad memory soon.”
“I hope so.”
With a small wave, she turned and walked out. Her energy was
flagging. She needed to grab a cab. Outside she realized it was late. How was
it she hadn’t understood that? Just staring out at the dark night she realized
she probably should have stayed for the night. But that was fear talking.
Better to go home and face it. Now, should she go to her
place or to her father’s house? No, she wasn’t going back there for a while.
She needed time so she wouldn’t see her father’s body lying crumpled on the
ground every time she was there.
Outside the hospital, she stood at the front doors and
stared across the parking lot. There were cabs waiting on the front curb. She
walked over to one, but it drove away as she approached.
A truck drove between her and the next taxi. She tried to
walk around it but a man hopped out. She shifted out of his way.
The man called out to her. “Excuse me.”
She spun and looked at him, “Yes.”
“I think this is for you.” He held out a package.
She frowned. “From who?”
“A guy in a black Jeep.”
Her face lit up. Hawk. “Oh,” she said hopefully and reached
out to take it. “Thank you so much for delivering–”
She never saw the blow, never felt the air cut off from her
lungs. Nor did the pain hit her awareness quickly. Instead it was like a slow
motion movie as she watched her body fall into his waiting arms. She knew
something was wrong but couldn’t seem to connect the weird grip on her neck
with the numbness of her legs.
His voice, concerned and helpful, called to her. “Oh dear.
Are you all right? Here, let me help you up.”
She was boosted into the back seat of the truck where she
toppled forward into the foot well. Her head hit the seat cushion and bounced
off to slide to the floor. She lay there, her eyes open, her brain aware, her
mind no longer functioning.
Dane
He's one of the smartest,
the best ... and the baddest.
Since Dane achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a Navy Seal, his life has been packed with action ... but now he wants more. Especially after seeing several of his friends find something – someone – special.
On a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a captivating woman, and everything about her touches his deepest needs. But the circumstances are suspicious, and he can’t determine whose side she’s on.
Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday, only to end up running away from the very man she came to see, and into the arms of a man she knows she’ll never be able to keep.
As their situation slides from bad to worse to desperate, their lives are on the line. And so are their hearts.
Since Dane achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a Navy Seal, his life has been packed with action ... but now he wants more. Especially after seeing several of his friends find something – someone – special.
On a mission hunting a chemical weapons terrorist, Dane runs into a captivating woman, and everything about her touches his deepest needs. But the circumstances are suspicious, and he can’t determine whose side she’s on.
Marielle came to Germany for a short busman’s holiday, only to end up running away from the very man she came to see, and into the arms of a man she knows she’ll never be able to keep.
As their situation slides from bad to worse to desperate, their lives are on the line. And so are their hearts.
Excerpt:
She glanced back at her work then out to the hallway. “I
don’t know what I can do. I can’t destroy the information as it is kept on
servers I can’t access. They have backup files everywhere.”
“Right. So maybe give it to the source that might be able to
help.”
She sent him a wry glance. “You mean the government.”
He shrugged. “I know they have a bad rap in many ways but
they aren’t all bad, and they are trying to save lives. Our soldiers’ lives.”
“I’m not sure what I’m allowed to do,” she said quietly. “I’ll
need to talk to my Ph.D. committee and see what their understanding is with
Tenesco.” She rubbed her temple.
“I can’t see Tenesco liking any government interference.”
Then his voice changed as he added, “Unless it’s a government contract as their
money is good and the contracts lucrative.”
She blinked. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“But we’d have to make sure the company isn’t behind the
deaths or the espionage.”
“Lord, I hope not. I’ve really enjoyed working here. Thought
they were honorable. But there are always a few people who are much less so.
But maybe the old owners were and after the takeover, not so much.”
“Or the reverse. Nothing can be determined right now. In
fact, I think we’ve been here long enough.” He stopped and cocked his head. “Is
there a back way out of the building?”
“Actually there is,” she said in surprise. “I used to use it
to avoid a coworker.”
He stilled. “What coworker?”
“Dave. He had a thing for me and wouldn’t take no for an
answer.”
“Why haven’t we heard about Dave before?” He tried to tone
down the harsh tone, but it was damn hard when he was only just now getting
this information. Cell phone in hand, he was already texting his team. “What
was Dave’s last name, when did he work here, what was his relationship with the
rest of the company?”
Startled, she gave a half laugh. “It was nothing, honest. I
have no idea what his relationship was here, but he was gone months and months
ago.”
“Before the day is over, we’ll know,” he said. “Let’s grab
what you need and leave. We’re late.”
“Late for what,” she asked in bewilderment. “Where are we
going?”
“Out. We’ve been here too long.” And instinct was screaming
at him to run. Now. He peered into the hallway while she packed up her laptop.
“We need to go,” he snapped, turning back to find out what
was taking her so long.
She was back at her desk and clicking buttons. Then she
pulled out drawers to collect her belongings. She grabbed up the pages she’d
collected off the floor and stuffed them into her bag.
“Hurry.”
“I’m almost done,” she cried softly. “It needs another
minute.” She stared up at him, her eyes huge orbs. “What’s wrong and why the
panic now?”
“Instinct,” he said in a clipped voice. “And we’re going, now.” He grabbed her arm and led her out the door still
protesting. “Which way to the back exit?”
Finally, as if understanding the urgency driving him, she
turned to the right, the opposite direction Candice had gone and said, “This
way.”
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