Now You See Her by Dale Mayer

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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…

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Now You See Her

by Dale Mayer

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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He hung the phone up and turned to pour a cup of coffee. And stiffened. Slowly he turned around to see an empty room. But…not an empty room.

Casually he poured a second cup and set it down on the table. “Here’s one for you, Tia.”

He felt the nervous start, the anger. “No, I don’t really see you. I hear you somewhat. I see something off from the corner of my eye. But I can’t see you.” He placed the coffee on the table.

And faced her directly. “It’s more sensing you.”

A chair was pulled back by an invisible hand, and suddenly she sat down fully visible.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“There, that should be easier on you.”

She shot him a dirty look and tugged the coffee toward her.

He grinned. “I gather you need caffeine to start your day.”

That earned him a second dirty look, but so far she hadn’t said a word. That worked for him. He busied himself making a large omelet for breakfast and, without asking, split it in two and delivered hers on a plate with the cutlery to go with it. “Add that to the caffeine for your stomach to have something to work with.”

“I have no caffeine,” she muttered, tugging the plate closer.

He laughed and retrieved the coffee pot. He filled both cups again then sat down across from her. She was eating like she hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. He stopped his fork halfway to his mouth. She hadn’t eaten in weeks. And that would account for the wan skeletal look to her. She really did need fattening up.

They ate in silence. He wanted her to finish before he brought up Stefan and a doctor. He suspected both wouldn’t go down well.

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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, break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

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The Soul Summoner by Elicia Hyder

Welcome to my tour stop for for The Soul Summoner by Elicia Hyder. This is an adult contemporary fantasy. The tour runs November 9-20 with reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.

Book Title – The Soul Summoner
Series – The Soul Summoner Series Book 1
Publisher – Forge Creek Press
Release Date – November 9th, 2015
Genre – Contemporary Fantasy
Rating – PG13
Length –  290 Pages

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Blessed–or cursed–with a connection to the souls of others, Sloan Jordan can see the best in people… and the worst. For twenty-seven years, she's kept her ability to judge the innocent from the wicked a secret, but eleven young women have been murdered in the mountains of North Carolina, and Sloan may be the only hope of finding their killer.

She has just agreed to help Detective Nathan McNamara with the case, when a stranger--who is as alluring as he is terrifying--shows up at her doorstep with a dark past and another puzzling mystery: she can't see his soul at all.

Now, Sloan is on the hunt for a deadly psychopath with two irresistible men. One of them would die for her, and the other would kill to keep her safe.

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Her hazel eyes were judging me again. God, I wish I could read minds instead.

Adrianne spun her fork into her spaghetti, letting the tines scrape against the china. I cringed from the sound. She pointed her forkful of noodles at my face. “I think you’re a witch.”

I laughed to cover my nerves. “You’ve said that before.” Under the white tablecloth, I crossed my fingers and prayed we would breeze through this conversation one more time.

A small, teasing smile played at the corner of her painted lips. “I really think you are.”

I shook my head. “I’m not a witch.”

She shrugged. “You might be a witch.”

I sighed and picked up my white wine. “I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that. I could pay off my student loans.” With one deep gulp, I finished off the glass.

She swallowed the bite in her mouth and leaned toward me. “Come on. I might just die if I don’t get to see him tonight! Do you really want that kind of guilt on your hands?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

She placed her fork beside her plate and reached over to squeeze my hand. “Please try.”

My shoulders caved. “OK.” I shoved my chair back a few inches and crossed my legs on top of my seat. I closed my eyes, shook my long brown hair back off my shoulders, and blew out a deep slow breath as I made circular O’s with my fingertips. Slowly, my hands floated down till they rested on my knees. I began to moan. “Ohhhhhmmmm…”

Adrianne threw her napkin at me, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests at Alejandro’s Italian Bistro. “Be serious!”

I dropped my feet to the floor and laughed as I scooted back closer to the table. “You be serious,” I said. “You know that’s not how it works.”

She laughed. “You don’t even know how it works!” She flattened her palms on the tablecloth. “Here, I’ll make it easy. Repeat after me. Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart,” she chanted.

I groaned and closed my eyes. “Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart, Billy Stewart.”

She broke out in giggles and covered her mouth. “You’re such a freak!”

I raised an eyebrow. “You call me that a lot.”

She sighed. “You know I’m only joking. Sort of.”

Adrianne Marx had been my best friend since the fifth grade, but sometimes I still had trouble deciphering when she was joking and when she was being serious.

I picked up my fork again and pointed it at her. “It’s not gonna happen, so don’t get too excited.”

She let out a deep breath. “I’m not.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

Our waiter, who had been the topic of our conversation before Adrianne began gushing about her new crush on Billy Stewart, appeared at our table.

“Can I get you ladies anything else?” he asked with a southern drawl so smooth I had nicknamed him Elvis over dinner. He was a little older than Adrianne and myself, maybe twenty-two, and he had a sweet, genuine smile. His hair was almost black, and his eyes were the color of sparkling sapphires. I had drunk enough water that night to float the Titanic just so I could watch him refill my glass.

I looked at his name tag. “Luke, do I look like a witch?”

His mouth fell open. “Uh, I don’t think so?” he stated as more of a question than an answer.

I nodded toward him and looked back at Adrianne who was twisting her auburn ponytail around her hand. “See, Luke doesn’t think I’m a witch.”

He lowered his voice and leaned one hand on our table. “You’re too pretty to be a witch,” he added, with a wink.

I smiled with satisfaction.

Adrianne laughed and pushed her plate away from her. “Don’t be fooled, Luke. She has powers you can’t even dream of.”

He looked down at me and smiled. “Oh really?” He leaned down and lowered his voice. “How about you let me take care of this for you”—he dangled our bill in front of my face—“and later, when I get off, I can hear all about your powers?”

I blushed and took the check from his hand. His breath caught in his chest when I pulled a pen from his waistband apron. I flashed my best sultry smile up at him and scribbled my name and phone number on the back of the bill. I stood up and let my hand linger in his as I gave him the check. “I’m in town on a break from college for the weekend, so let me know when you get off.”

He smiled and backed away from the table. “I will”—he looked down at the paper—“Sloan.”

I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach as Adrianne followed me toward the front door. She nudged me with her elbow. “You should win some kind of award for being able to pick up guys,” she said as we passed through the small rush of dinner customers coming in.

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced back at her with a mischievous grin. “Maybe it’s part of my gift.”

“Witch,” she muttered.

I laughed and pushed the glass door open. As we exited, I stopped so suddenly that Adrianne tripped over my legs and tumbled to the concrete.

Billy Stewart was waiting at a red light in front of the restaurant.

 Elicia Hyder is the author of several contemporary fantasy novels such as The Soul Summoner, The Siren, The Angel of Death, and The Daughter of Zion as well as a few contemporary romances, The Bed She Made and To Be Her first. Elicia studied American Literature and Creative Writing at the American Military University. She lives with her husband and five children in central Florida.

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