Friday, September 16, 2011

Dale Mayer shares Tuesday's Child With A Book Giveaway!

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Dale Mayer

We are excited to feature the awesome Dale Mayer with her new book. She has graciously offered an  ebook giveaway  to one lucky commenter.

About Dale

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 Magazine 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.

Back Cover Copy...

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.

Tuesday's Child

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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Cynthia D'Alba said...

You know Dale? I'm not surprised that Tuesday's Child is getting such great reviews and mentions. You worked hard on that book and it's excellent!

Good Luck!

Anonymous said...

Dale, wow! TC has been on my KD List (Kindle Download List) for awhile, along with a lot of other books. Reading your excerpt has convinced me I need to get busy filling up my Kindle. I can definitely see why this book has been so successful.

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Cynthia!

Thanks so much, Wouldn't it be nice if there was a guarantee that hard work = success! However, I have been blessed with great reviews for this book and there's no feeling like it.

Thanks for stopping by.

Dale Mayer said...

Hi June!

That's so nice of you to say! Gotta love that Kindle download list - once you start something like that, there's no end to it! Especially given the huge capacity of a Kindle.

Thanks for stopping by.

Liz Lipperman said...

Great excerpt, Dale. Don't include me in the drawing for a free download since I already have it on my Kindle. I can't wait to get into soon as I get past my deadline...argh!!

Wish you were actually in the DFW area and could do lunch with me!!

Edie Ramer said...

Great excerpt! I already own and read and loved it, so no need to put me in the giveaway. I'm not surprised it's doing so well!

Ruby Johnson said...

Thank you so much for being our guest. We hope you enjoy visiting with us. I must say, after reading your excerpt, I've got it on my kindle already.

Donnell said...

Tuesday's Child is on my Keeper's Shelf. I feel blessed to be one of the first people who read it and said, hurry up woman and get this out there! And she does nonfiction on top of that! Do you sleep, Dale?


Dale Mayer said...

Hi Liz,

I wish I lived in the area and could do lunch too! I have yet to find any writers to socialize with here in Kelowna. When I live in Surrey and volunteered at the Surrey International Writer's conference, I met and knew many great writers. It's hard starting new again.

Thanks for stopping by and commenting!

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Edie - waving madly at you from the North! Thanks so much for saying that and of course for stopping by and giving your support!

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Ruby,

Thanks for the invitation to join you all here. It's always a pleasure to travel around and me new people - even if only in cyberspace.

I hope you enjoy reading Tuesday's Child!

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Donnell!

Thank you so much for stopping by and supporting me. I can't wait until your new release, The Past Came Hunting, is available.

That book sounds awesome!

Marsha said...

Wow! That's a powerful excerpt, Dale. Im heading over to B & N to pick it up for a trip I'm taking. Can't wait to see what happens. Best wishes for lots of sales.

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Marsha, Glad you like the excerpt. Hope you enjoy the book! Book 2 in the series will be out within a month!

Melanie Atkins said...

Fabulous excerpt, Dale. I have your book on my Nook... just finishing up another one, and then yours is next on my reading list. Can't wait!

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Melanie,

Glad to hear you have TC already! I hope you enjoy it. How you find time to read with all the books you have coming out is amazing! Good for you.

Thanks for stopping by.

Barbara White Daille said...

Dale - there's no surprise this book made it to the final four and is getting such fabulous reviews!

You deserve all that success and much more.

Great excerpt, too.


Dale Mayer said...

Hi Barbara,

Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It's been an amazing few months since that contest, hasn't it?

Your support means a lot!


Mary Marvella said...

Oh, my goodness, Dale! I'm hooked. This one is a winner!

Dale Mayer said...

Hi Mary,

So good to see you! Thanks for the compliment! Glad you liked the excerpt. Tuesday's Child has definitely been a long time getting here!

Dale Mayer said...

Update! June Love is the winner of the free ecopy of Tuesday's Child!!!

Thank you all for stopping and commenting!

Dale Mayer

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