I am pleased to be able to host Tuesday's Child by Dale Mayer on my blog today through CBLS Promotions.
BLURB:
What she doesn’t want…is exactly what he needs.
Shunned and ridiculed all her life for something she can’t
control, Samantha Blair hides her psychic abilities and lives on the fringes of
society. Against her will, however, she’s tapped into a killer—or rather, his
victims. Each woman’s murder, blow-by-blow, ravages her mind until their death
releases her back to her body. Sam knows she must go to the authorities, but
will the rugged, no-nonsense detective in charge of tracking down the killer
believe her?
Detective Brandt Sutherland only trusts hard evidence, yet
Sam’s visions offer clues he needs to catch a killer. The more he learns about her
incredible abilities, however, the clearer it becomes that Sam’s visions have
put her in the killer’s line of fire. Now Brandt must save her from something
he cannot see or understand…and risk losing his heart in the process.
As
danger and desire collide, passion raises the stakes in a game Sam and Brandt
don’t dare lose.
EXCERPT:
Lying in bed that night, Sam couldn’t sleep,
her overwrought mind refused to let up. The tantalizing possibility that she
was meant to do something with this gift worried the frayed edges of her mind.
Depressed and unsettled she fell into a fitful sleep, her dreams dark and
disjointed pieces of past visions.
Screams jarred her from a deep sleep.
Confusion turned to fear when Sam realized the horrific sounds were coming from
her own mouth. Even worse, she had no idea where she was.
Terror overwhelmed her. Her fingers spasmed in
a death grip around a strange steering wheel as the car she drove careened
further out of control. Still trying to toss off the remnants of sleep, Sam yanked
hard on the wheel in a futile attempt to turn it. The mid-sized car plowed
through a steel barricade to hang suspended in midair before plummeting to the
rocks below. Screams ripped from her throat and she reefed on the useless
steering wheel, helpless to stop the deadly impact. Her foot pounded on useless
brakes. The front grill of the car crumpled and metal buckled upward. The car
smashed into the first of the rocks below, snapping her forward into the
windshield. Agonizing pain shattered her spine. Grinding metal, exploding glass
and continuous crunching sounds filled the air as first the bumper flew off,
then the rear window shattered outward. Twisted metal ripped and groaned,
flying to land beside the crash site. The car tumbled, smashed on a huge rock,
careened to the left and flipped end over end before coming to a hard landing
on its wheels at the bottom of the cliff.
Then utter silence.
Sam trembled. Shock and pain pulsed through
her veins even as her blood dripped out one beat at a time onto the shredded
seat beside her. God, she didn’t want to die.
She wanted to live. Please, dear God.
Someone help!
Blood streamed over her face, her spine…where
a shearing heat set off continuous stabbing pain. The steering wheel jammed
into her ribs. The front dash had crumpled into a mess of twisted steel and
plastic, the famous Mercedes emblem now hung drunk in mid air over the remains
of the once beautiful cream leather seats.
Sam couldn’t feel her right arm. And wished
she couldn’t feel her left. She closed her eyes, willing away the image of bone
shards that had sliced through her sweater, a few loose strands of wool
clinging to the ends. Heart wrenching sobs poured from her throat, tears coated
her cheeks. She was alone. And dying.
A brilliant flash of light engulfed the car as
the fuel from the pierced gas line flashed into flames. Heat seared her lungs
and scorched her hair, the strands melting against the inside of her car
window. Panicked, she screamed as flames licked at her feet, burning, and
cooking the flesh right off her bones.
Agony. Pain. Terror.
A voice whispered through the blackness of her
mind, so odd, so different it caught her attention. She strained to hear the
words.
“Let go. It’s time to let go.”
Sam stared through the flames, stunned. Let go
of what? She couldn’t hear over the roaring fire and could barely see,
but knowing that someone was there stirred her survival instinct, and she
started fighting against the seatbelt jammed at her side. She was saved. Just
another minute and they’d open the door and pull her free. She’d be fine.
“Please hurry,” she cried out.
“Let go. You don’t need to be in there. Let it
all go, and come with me.”
She peered through the golden orange
windshield to see a strange male face peering at her through the flames.
He smiled.
“Come with me.”
“I want to, damn it. Can’t you see I’m
trapped?” she screamed, her vocals crisping in the heat.
“Release yourself. Come with me. Say yes.”
The pain hit a crescendo. She twisted against
it, hearing her spine splinter. The car seat melted into her skin. So much
pain, she couldn’t breathe. Blackness crowded into her mind, blessed quiet,
soothing darkness. She reached for it.
“Let it go. You don’t need to go through this.
Hurry.”
She started. Why wasn’t he opening the door or
getting others to help? He should be trying to save her. Shouldn’t
he? Sam, so confused and so tired, she could barely feel the pain
overtaking her body. Where had he gone? She tried to concentrate. His
face was now only a vague outline that rippled with the heat waves. A soft
smile played at the corner of his mouth. The flames burned around him, weird as
they centered him in the warm glow. She wanted to be with him. To live.
“Here, take my hand.”
Dazed and on the brink of death, Sam focused
on the hand reaching for her. She struggled to raise the charred piece of flesh
that had been her arm and reached out to grasp his.
She was free.
Overwhelmed, cries of relief escaped. She
turned to hug her savior, her head just reaching his shoulder. He stood beside
her, the same radiant beaming look on his face. His blond hair glowed, and he
had the brightest teeth. She sighed. This beautiful man pointed to her right
arm. Confused, Sam glanced down at her burned arm, realizing she could feel
none of her injuries. Just like her other one, her broken arm had miraculously
healed – whole, smooth and soft. Her skin hadn’t looked this good in ten years.
Realization hit.
She spun around to find a massive fireball
below. What the hell? She had to be dead. But instead of the horror or
shock, she expected to feel, she felt good. In fact, she felt great. She turned
to the ever-smiling stranger.
“Let’s go sweetheart.”
Sam didn’t know why he’d called her that, but
she bloomed under his loving gaze. Honestly, she was so damned grateful to be
out of the car, she let him get away with it.
Holding hands, they floated higher into the
cloudless blue sky. Then when the crash site below had become a tiny
speck, Sam felt a hard flick on her arm and the words, “Thanks, but I can take
it from here.”
And she woke up.
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REVIEWS:
“This book grabbed me from the get-go and never let
up! The story unfolds brilliantly, transporting the reader on a horrific
journey. This mesmerizing horror-thriller is a must-read for any fan of
the genre.” ~Laurie - Reviewer for Night Owl Reviews
“I place TUESDAY'S CHILD in my top ten reads of the year and I have no doubt you will enjoy this book just as much as I did!” ~Neis - Reviewer from The Romance Reviews
“I place TUESDAY'S CHILD in my top ten reads of the year and I have no doubt you will enjoy this book just as much as I did!” ~Neis - Reviewer from The Romance Reviews
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Dale Mayer is a prolific multi-published writer.
She's best known for Tuesday's Child, her romantic suspense novel
that was one of the final four in the Kensington Brava/Romantic Times contest
this last year. Besides her romantic suspense/thrillers, Dale also writes
paranormal romance and crossover young adult books in several different
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 in ebook format.
To find out more about Dale and her books, visit
her at http://www.dalemayer.com. Or connect with her online with Twitter at www.twitter.com/dalemayer and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/dalemayer.author
Books by Dale
Mayer:
Psychic Vision
Series
Tuesday's Child
Hide'n Go Seek
Maddy's Floor- out soon
Young Adult Books
Dangerous Designs
– Book I
Vampire in Denial – Book I of
Blood Ties
Gem Stone Mystery Series- out
soon
In Cassie's Corner- soon
Non-Fiction Books
Career Essentials: The Resume
Career Essentials: The Cover
Letter
Career Essentials: The Interview
Career Essentials: 3 in 1
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GIVEAWAY
Author Dale Mayer has kindly offered an eBook (PDF)
copy of her novel Tuesday's Child, to enter:
* Please leave a comment with your email address to
make contacting the winner easier.
* Winner will be chosen using Random.org
* Giveaway will end at 11.59aest on the 21st October
* Winner will be notified by email and announced on
my blog, you will have 48 hours to respond before an alternate winner is
chosen.
* Good luck!!
Thank-you for the giveaway, this book sounds great, I'm also keen to check out the YA books.
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