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Queenie Landry's job as a fortune teller at an amusement park pays the bills but it's a far cry from the respectable psychic advisor role she once filled at the police station where the love of her life, Kirk Wallace, was a detective. A case went bad when she steered the team in the wrong direction and a woman died. Queenie experienced a horrific crisis of faith in her own abilities and pushed everyone away.
Nine months later, alone and denying her psychic gift, she gives birth to a son and feels redeemed. But a happily-ever-after isn't to be. Following a severe illness, Queenie wakes up eighteen months later only to be told her son died. Unable to handle her grief, she opens herself once more to her abilities, desperate to connect with her child. Resigned to telling fortunes at the park, she's stunned when a man walks into her tent and she sees a vision of a woman he's murdered. She realizes she has to contact Kirk again.
Kirk left under duress. Though he regrets his decision, he's never forgotten Queenie or found anyone to replace her. Having to be the one to tell her about her son's death all but destroyed him because he knew it would unhinge her and he isn't sure how she'll ever find stability again.
Unknown to either of them, someone has been watching her for a long time, someone who likes to play games with other people's lives--as he has Queenie's. But even he's confused by the creepy spiders amassing all around her. What message are they trying to convey to her that she's stubbornly refused to hear...and what price will she have to pay if she fails?
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Hey there. I'm a Canadian USA Today best-selling author, and I love writing for everyone-whether you're young, old, or somewhere in between. My books? Well, they're a mixed bag. Some are steamy, some are sweet, and a few might have you sleeping with the lights on. Others are perfect for snuggling up with.I've never been one to color inside the lines or stick to a single path. I embrace the wild stories that pop into my head, even if they break the rules and dance across genres. A few years ago, I switched to dictating my stories because my fingers were starting to feel the impact of my steady 10,000 words a day. Dictating is linear, so it silences my internal editor. You can't stop to ensure something is perfect or to see what needs changing-you must continue onward. This approach has allowed me to let my muse take the lead and to feel the story pour from my heart. My mind steps in during the editing process, but, until then, it's all about letting the characters direct the story. That's why my stories have that existential feel of a Dale Mayer book.And you know what? That's totally okay with me.One thing's for sure: every book I write promises to be a great read, every single time.
