Dream of Danger. Maggie Shayne

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      She didn’t want to need him.

      Murder brought self-help guru Rachel de Luca and Detective Mason Brown together. Their shared secrets drove them apart. But now they’re together again in this riveting novella that begins where New York Times bestselling author Maggie Shayne’s Sleep with the Lights On ended.

      She may have been blind for twenty years, but Rachel’s always had an uncanny gift for seeing through people—and she distrusts her assistant’s new boyfriend at first sight. Amy isn’t interested in Rachel’s misgivings, though. She’s too eager to celebrate Thanksgiving by introducing her family to the new man in her life.

      Then Amy doesn’t show up for the holiday....

      Desperate to find her missing friend, Rachel has no choice but to turn to Mason. Their investigation into Amy’s disappearance takes them ever deeper into danger—and reignites the attraction that they’ve both sworn to resist. Now it’s a race against time as these reluctant partners fight to stave off passion and save a life.

      Look for Wake to Darkness, the next installment in this suspenseful series, coming in December from Harlequin MIRA and Maggie Shayne.

      Praise for the novels of Maggie Shayne

      “Shayne crafts a convincing world, tweaking vampire legends just enough to draw fresh blood.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Demon’s Kiss

      “Maggie Shayne writes wonderful stories combining romance with page-turning thrills.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Karen Robards

      “This story will have readers on the edge of their seats and begging for more.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Twilight Fulfilled

      “A tasty, tension-packed read.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Thicker Than Water

      “Tense...frightening...a page-turner in the best sense.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Colder than Ice

      “Mystery and danger abound in Darker than Midnight, a fast-paced, chilling thrill read that will keep readers turning the pages long after bedtime....Suspense, mystery, danger and passion—no one does them better than Maggie Shayne.”

      —Romance Reviews Today on Darker than Midnight (winner of a Perfect 10 Award)

      “Maggie Shayne is better than chocolate. She satisfies every wicked craving.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Forster

      “Shayne’s haunting tale is intricately woven....A moving mix of high suspense and romance, this haunting Halloween thriller will propel readers to bolt their doors at night.”

      —Publishers Weekly on The Gingerbread Man

      “[A] gripping story of small-town secrets. The suspense will keep you guessing. The characters will steal your heart.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner

      on The Gingerbread Man

      “[Kiss of the Shadow Man is a] crackerjack novel of romantic suspense.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      Dream of

      Danger

      Maggie Shayne

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      Dedication

      To my overworked editor, Leslie Wainger.

      I’d send you a vacation instead, but I couldn’t

      get along without you for that long.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

      Chapter One

      “Who the hell is that?” I asked, indicating the car at the end of the drive.

      It wasn’t my usual front-door greeting, but it wasn’t a usual morning. Myrtle had an appointment at the vet, I had to get my daily ten pages written and my faithful companion and right-hand goth-chick assistant, Amy Montrose, was late.

      Late. Despite the black clothes and, occasionally, lipstick and nail polish, Amy was never late.

      And she’d been dropped off by a Jag-driving douche bag outside the gate, despite that it was wide open and he could’ve easily driven her right to the front door.

      “It’s Mel.”

      Mel was currently trying to execute a three-point turn in my narrow dirt road without getting his tires dirty. I pushed past Amy, Myrtle, my bulldog, sticking close to my side, and walked down the driveway in my fluffy slippers, yoga pants and tank top—aka my work clothes—waving my arms to get his attention and yelling, in case that might help. “Yo! Mel!”

      He glanced my way, then did a double take and got the look on his face that a kid gets when caught with his hand in the cookie jar: guilty, but unapologetic. He put his window down about the time I got within talking distance, and I reminded myself it was 9:30 a.m. on the day before Thanksgiving, in Whitney Point, New York. In other words, freakin’ freezing outside. But I was close enough to get a read on the guy. I could tell a lot about a person just by standing close enough to talk to them. Sort of feel them. Being blind for twenty years of your life gives your other senses a boost, maybe even opens up one or two that sighted people don’t have. I’d only had my vision back for a few months now. Since August. And so far my superkeen perceptions hadn’t seemed to fade.

      “Hello,” Mel said from inside his toasty-warm car. “You must be Rachel.”

      Ms. De Luca to you, buttface. “And you must be incredibly shy, Mel. ’Cause clearly you’d have driven Amy up the driveway to the door otherwise, especially on such a chilly morning.”

      He looked at me, the length of driveway between his car and the front door, and then me again. “Not shy, just running late.”

      “You can turn around a lot easier if you pull in,” I said, then added under my breath, “should’ve thought of that to begin with.”

      By then Amy had joined me and leaned close to whisper loudly in my ear. “Rachel, don’t be a bitch and scare him off. Jeez, he’s already nervous as hell about meeting my folks tomorrow.”

      I gaped at her, taking my attention off Mel. Didn’t matter, I’d managed to get a read on him. The guy was hiding something. And he was kind of a jerk. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.”

      “Uh-huh.” Her diamond nose stud winked in the sun. “I invited him to Erie for T-day with the fam.” She smiled. “He said yes.”

      He’d already closed his window, backed into my driveway, and was about to pull out again. “He’s going home to meet your parents and I haven’t even got his last name yet?” I waved at Mel again. “Hey, wait up!”

      “Rachel!”

      He