Sleep With the Lights On (Brown and De Luca Series #1)

Sleep With the Lights On (Brown and De Luca Series #1)

by Maggie Shayne

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Through the eyes of a killer… 

Rachel de Luca has found incredible success writing self-help books. But her own blindness and the fact that her troubled brother has gone missing have convinced her that positive thinking is nothing but bull. 

Her cynicism wavers when a cornea transplant restores her sight. The new eyes seem to give her new life, until they prove too good to be true and she starts seeing terrifying visions of brutal murders—crimes she soon learns are all too real. 

Detective Mason Brown's own brother recently died, leaving behind a horrific secret. In atonement, Mason donated his brother's organs, though he's kept the fact quiet. Now he wants to help Rachel find her brother, but when he discovers the shocking connection between her visions and his own brother, he suddenly has to do everything in his power to save her from a predator who is somehow still hunting from beyond the grave.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460319468
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 09/24/2013
Series: Brown and De Luca Series , #1
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 18,679
File size: 364 KB

About the Author

RITA Award winning, New York Times bestselling author Maggie Shayne has published over 50 novels, including mini-series Wings in the Night (vampires), Secrets of Shadow Falls (suspense) and The Portal (witchcraft). A Wiccan High Priestess, tarot reader, advice columnist and former soap opera writer, Maggie lives in Cortland County, NY, with soulmate Lance and their furry family.

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If the bullshit I wrote was true, I wouldn't have been standing in the middle of a beehive where all the bees were cops—not one worker bee in the hive, either—trying to get someone interested in finding out what had happened to my brother.

Then again, if the bullshit I wrote was true, I wouldn't be holding a white-tipped cane in my hand, either. But the bullshit I wrote was just that. Bullshit.

Solid-gold bullshit, though. Which was, after all, why I kept writing it.

"Look, I'm going to need to talk to someone else," I said to the queen bee behind the tall counter. My fingertips rested on the front edge, which was up to my chest. Smooth wood, with that slightly tacky feel from being none too clean. I took my fingers away, but the sticky residue remained. Ick.

"And just who else would you like to talk to?" the queen bee asked.

"Are you getting sarcastic with me now?" I leaned nearer. "How about I talk to your boss, then?"

"Ma'am, that attitude of yours is not going to help.

I told you, your case is getting the same attention any other missing persons case would get from this office."

"The same attention as any other missing homeless heroin-addict case, you mean?"

"We do not discriminate here."

"Not on the basis of intelligence, anyway."

When her voice came again, it came from way closer. She was, I surmised, leaning over her tall counter. I could smell her chewing gum. Dentyne Ice. "Never thought I'd be so tempted to smack a blind woman upside her head," she muttered. It was probably supposed to be under her breath, but I had hearing like a freakin' bat. I heard everything. Every nuance. So I knew she meant it.

"Want to try it now?" I asked. "Because I promise you, I will—"

"Miss de Luca? Is it really you?"

That woman's voice wasn't angry. It was adoring, and coming from about seven o'clock. That was how I found things. A clock inside my head where I was always the center. You know, the pin that held the hands in place so they could spin all around me while I stood still. It was an accurate illustration in more ways than one.

I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, shut my mouth, pasted a fake smile on my face and turned. Sometimes not being able to look in the mirror and see how far I missed the mark from the expression I thought I was making was a blessing, and I suspected this was one of those times.

"Rachel de Luca? The author, right?" The woman was moving toward me as she spoke. I waited until she got just two and a half steps from me before extending my hand. Any farther, you looked like an idiot. Any closer… Any closer was too damn close. I liked three feet of space around me at all times. It was one of a whole collection of quirks I held dearly.

"Last time I checked," I said, pouring sugar into the words, using my "famous author" voice. "And you are?"

"Oh, gosh, this is such a thrill!" She gripped my hand. Cool and small. She smelled like sunblock, sweat and sneakers. Tinny, nearly inaudible music wafted from somewhere near her neck, and I could hear her pulse beat behind her words. No, seriously, I could. I told you, I hear everything. My brain snapped an immediate mental photo. She was too thin, an exercise nut, five-one or so, probably blonde. Her earbuds were dangling, iPod still playing, heart still hammering from a recent run. She probably didn't even hear it. Hearing loss due to cramming speakers into one's ear holes and cranking the volume. Joggers were the worst offenders. Sighted people didn't appreciate how valuable their hearing was.

Also, she had a beaky little nose and bad teeth.

Don't ask. I have no freaking idea how I get my mental snapshots of people. I just do. I don't know if they're anywhere near accurate, either. Never bothered to ask anyone or feel any faces. (Give me a break, people, it's just disgusting to go around pawing strangers like that.)

And she'd been talking while I'd been sketching her on my brain easel. Sally something. Big fan. Read all my books. Changed her life. The usual.

"Glad to hear my methods are working for you," I said. "And it's great to meet you, but I have—"

"I'm so glad I came in to check on my missing poodle," she said. "I think she was dog-napped. But I'm staying positive. You know, I used to lose my temper all the time," she went on. "I'd fight with my husband, my teenage daughter—and don't even get me started on my mother-in-law. But then I started writing your words on index cards and taping them all over my house."

"That's really—" fucking pathetic "—nice to hear.

But like I said, I—"

"'If you get up in the morning and stub your toe, go back to bed and start over,'" she quoted. "I love that one. Such a metaphor for everything in life, really. Oh, oh, and 'When you're spitting venom onto others, you're only poisoning yourself.' That's one of my favorites."

The woman behind the counter snorted derisively and muttered, "Oughtta be droppin' dead any minute now, then," just loud enough for me to hear. If I had been the metaphorical cobra in my metaphorical affirmation, I would have spun around and spat a healthy dose of venom into her eye to keep her from costing me a reader.

"Sally," I said, struggling for patience. No, that's not true at all. My patience was long gone. I was struggling to hang on to the illusion of it, though. "Like I said—" twice now "—it's nice to meet you, but I actually have something important I need to do here." This is a police station after all. I mean, do you really think I'm here for shits and giggles, lady?

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry." She put her hand on my shoulder. Familiar. Like we were friends now.

I almost cringed. People think they can touch you when you're blind. I have no idea why. I hear pregnant women complain about the same thing, but of course I've never seen it.

"I hope everything's all right. Not that I'm asking, of course."

Yes she was.

"I'll go." Two steps, but then the parting shot. I was ready for it, even guessing which one it would be. "Remember, Rachel," she called back, her overly happy tone making me restrain a gag. "'What you be is what you see'!"

She left as I tried to remember which of my books had contained that particular piece of crapola. Her sneakers squeaked as she trotted away, until the sound got lost amid the buzz of the drones.

I turned back to the woman at the counter. Her image in my mind was short, hefty, with melon-sized boobs and long shiny ringlets.

"Where were we?"

"I believe you were about to threaten to kick my ass," she said. "Or maybe you were gettin' ready to dole out one of those Susie-sunshine lines you're apparently known for." She paused, leaned back in her chair—I heard the movement—and slurped coffee that smelled stale. "So are you famous or something? 'Cause I never heard of you."

I placed my hands flat on the tacky countertop and leaned forward. "My brother is missing. I reported it three days ago, and I haven't heard one word from you people since."

"'You people'?"

"You cop people. I want action. I want my brother found. I at least want some indication that you're looking for him. Can you give me that?"

"I already gave you that. I told you, we're doing everything we can. I'll have an officer call you later in the day. I already have your number."

Oh, brilliant double entendre there. Apparently I was dealing with a genius.

"Thanks a million."

I turned and waved my cane back and forth, half hoping I'd whack someone in the shins on my way out. But no. Apparently the bees were parting like the Red Sea. I was not amused that my identity had been revealed in the cop shop. My agent would lop off my head for being a bitch in public at all, much less being recognized while I was at it.

What the hell did I care? I'd deny it. My legions of followers would believe me. I mean, as long as it didn't happen too often or in front of someone's cell-cam and wind up on YouTube, I was golden. And even if it did, they'd forgive me for losing it if I let them know why.

My brother was missing, for God's sake. A saint would be on her last nerve.

I tapped across the room and out the door, feeling the space around me widen as I moved through it. I turned left down the hall to the main entrance. Lots of doors there. I picked the quietest one and went through it and then down the broad stone steps to the sidewalk. I intended to cross the street to the coffee shop, grab a Mucho-Mocha with extra caffeine, and phone my assistant to come and pick my ass up. My mind wasn't on what I was doing, though. I was flashing back to the last time I'd seen anything.

It had been Tommy's face.

I was twelve and knew I was going blind. I had a corneal dystrophy, a rare one. At that point I could still see, but it was pretty bad. Blurry, dull. Worse and worse. I'd been having a nightmare, dreamed of being completely blind, and woke up screaming.

It was Tommy who came to my bedroom, sat on the edge of my mattress, hugged me close, told me it was all gonna be okay. That he'd be with me, no matter what. And he was, before the addictions took him away. He went from coke to crack, from the oxy-twins—contin and codone—to heroin, his standards lowering with his resources, until he was broke and homeless and taking anything he could find that was stronger than aspirin. Anyway, before all that, when he was a freshly showered fourteen-year-old kid with a future, he hugged me, conceded to my demand that he leave the light on and told me stories until I fell back asleep.

When I woke up, I thought he'd lied to me. I thought he'd turned the light off after swearing he wouldn't. But he hadn't. Turned out my nightmare was a premonition. I was totally blind.

I shook off the memory about the same time I heard squealing tires and a blasting horn, and realized about a second too late that I'd stepped off the curb and into the street without checking first. Sure as shit, the car hit me. I couldn't even believe it. One step, a loud horn, and bam. I flew fast and landed hard, hip bone, then shoulder, then head, in that order. And then I just lay perfectly still while pain blasted through every part of me.

Damn. I'd thought this day couldn't get any worse.

Detective Mason Brown had a series of rapid-fire impressions; leggy brunette. Dark sunglasses. White cane. Blind? OhfuckI'mgonnahither! He jerked the wheel and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The thump made his stomach heave. The car slid sideways, but only a few feet—hell, it was city traffic, he hadn't been moving very fast to begin with—and came to a stop. He opened the door and lunged out before he'd even finished processing what had happened. And then he was bending over the felled female in the middle of the street outside the station, hoping to hell she wasn't seriously hurt. Hands on her shoulders. That was autopilot. Then the brain kicked in. Don't move her. Spinal cord and all that. Hell, her eyes are closed.

And then they opened and looked slightly past his left shoulder. They were sky-blue eyes, and they were completely blank.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." She was trying to sit up while she talked.

"Hang on. Hold still a second, just in case."

She was lying on her side, propped up by one bent elbow on the pavement. Short skirt. A brand-new run in her stockings. Long brown hair, kind of wavy. She patted the blacktop with her free hand. "Am I in the road? Get me the hell out of the road." Her questing hand found her big sunglasses and she quickly jammed them onto her face. They were crooked, but he didn't think she knew. "Do you see my bag?"

Since she was apparently getting up with him or without him, he helped onto her feet, then kept hold of one upper arm. "It's over by the curb. Can you walk?"

"Yeah." To prove it, she started limping back the way she'd come. It was closer, though how she knew which direction to go, he couldn't figure. A couple of his colleagues had jumped into action by then, blocking traffic, directing it around his still sideways unmarked car. His partner, Roosevelt Jones, was standing by the hood, shaking his shaved head and smiling so hard his face actually had wrinkles. He was a hundred and six—okay, fifty-seven—and still only had wrinkles when he smiled.

"Quit your damn grinning and move the car, Rosie."

"Nossir. We're gonna need photos and whatnot." He scooped up the handbag and cane just as Mason got her back on the sidewalk. Rosie held her things out to her. "Here's your stuff, miss. You sure you're all right?"

She turned her head toward him and, with a precision that surprised Mason, reached out and took her handbag, then her cane, from Rosie's outstretched hands.

"I think so."

"Do you hurt anywhere?" Mason asked.

"All over, but—"

"Best let the medics have a look at you in the E.R.," Rosie said. "Just to be sure. Damn, Mason, I knew you were desperate for a woman, but I didn't think you'd run one down in the street." Then he laughed like a seal barking.

The woman's head snapped toward Mason again. "You were the one who hit me?"

"Damn straight he was," Rosie said and turned to Mason. "What's wrong with you, running down celebrities in the street?" Rosie smiled at her. "I'm Detective Roosevelt Jones. My partner—who talked me into letting him drive due to my alleged aging reflexes—is Mason Brown. And might I just add that it's a privilege to meet you, ma'am? My wife quotes you to me on a daily basis." He elbowed Mason. "Rachel de Luca. The author."

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Sleep With the Lights On 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is number one of a series, has 249 pages and cost $2.99. Oddly, the second book was free. The books need to be read in order. This one has a more complete conclusion than the second one did. There are several other books in publication and a new one is being released on Feb. 3, 2014, which can be preordered. I really like these murder mysteries, they are nicely edited, have a good plot, flow nicely, great details, suspense, and romance. There are enough twists, turns and actions to hold the reader's interest. What I did not like was all the cursing done by the heroine, especially the f*#k word. She is also rather rude, but I liked her anyway. She is the only one who curses. She comes across as a coarse, crude, under educated, mannerless, low life because of her filthy mouth. There is some sex, only mildly detailed, some rather gruesome violence and murder, no religion and a few surprizes. I love Myrtle, I would read this series even if I did not like it, just because of her. This is not chick lit in any form. It is for all, mystery, suspense lovers, ages 18 and up, male as well as female. I had a hard time putting this book down. AD
Charity1007 More than 1 year ago
*ARC received from Author in exchange for an honest review I have been a longtime fan of Maggie Shayne and I have had the pleasure of having a social online friendship with her as well, and I thought I knew what to expect from her as an author but that was all blow out of the water when I got my hands on Sleep with the Light On!!!! I promise there will be no spoilers in this review BUT I cannot promise it won’t be a little lengthy, there is just no way for me to keep it short when this book deserves all the words and dedication I can pour into this review. I have this overwhelming need to share with the people reading this how I felt on while on the roller coaster this book took me on especially after the most emotional year of my life, it’s probably going to be my most personal review ever. I don’t usually read thriller/mystery genre based books; I am more drawn to Paranormal which is where my love for Maggie started. Let’s be honest and Ill allow myself a fan girl moment here, I’d read anything Maggie wrote, be it a fictional series or a line of cook books, I love her writing style and I feel a connection to any words she lets escape that magical mind of hers.  The last week I have been a walking zombie, depressed, unfeeling, a shell of what I usually am. Thinking nothing could break me free and have me feel anything but depression until I checked my mail and saw that I had a package from Maggie. I opened it to see her new and upcoming 1st book in her series almost a month before release. I immediately thought to myself “if anyone’s magic can bring me out of this and help me to feel anything its Maggie’s Magic.” So I settled in my usually routine of starting a new book and INSTANTLY felt a spark as I read the prologue. The next thing I knew I was 50 pages in and jumping up running to tell my husband all that had happened in the book in just 50 short pages. I was jumping up and down and excited!! I was excited; I felt something for the first time in a week!! That’s it I was not moving from my bed till I had it finished, I need this roller coaster of emotion that goes along with reading a book so well written that you can’t help but feel like you watching it on a big screen. My heart was racing at some points, I was talking to myself, making guesses about what was going to happen next, I WAS ENTHRALLED AND LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT!!! Maggie never forgets the little things when she is writing a book, things you don’t realize a book or a story needed to make it complete. Somehow all the little things make it a real story. A story that connects you to the book and the writer. My favorite part is the moment when the title makes sense.  Rachel De Luca is by no means a fragile woman even if she is blind. You know from the second she is introduced that she is a force to be reckoned with. Mason Brown is like most men, stubborn. But is one hell of a cop with a very level head. But what do you think happens to a level headed man when he is faced with something that would rock the most solid man to his core? What do you do when you are faced with something bordering on supernatural? How do you accept something that cannot be explained? These are the things that both Rachel and Mason have to face as they get rocketed through this suspenseful story filled with twists and turns. I have to mention Myrtle, this little (ok not so little) character is one of those things I’m talking about when I say, you don’t realize a story needs something like this until you read it and realize this book would not be complete without it. Myrtle is a bulldog and I’ll bet everything that Maggie got the inspiration from her very own furrbaby and knowing that makes her come alive even more. As fast paced as this book is, I found myself getting frustrated while in the middle ONLY BECAUSE as a reader you know what’s going on and your just waiting for the characters to catch up and the story goes on. I’ll compare it to this so that people get what I’m trying to say about the frustration. When you are watching a scary movie and you know the bad guy is waiting in the kitchen for the girl to walk in there and the girl knows there is someone in the house and you start screaming at the TV saying “Why are you walking through the house?!?!!? Run outside!! OH MY, don’t go in the kitchen HE IS IN THERE!!!” but the whole time you’re thinking well if she doesn't go in there than it wouldn't be a good movie right? That’s what I mean when I say frustrating. It’s that intense of a read!! Maggie has a way of wrapping up a book, even in a series, in a nice little bow that has you thinking all is well…until you remember there is a sequel on its way and then all of a sudden you realize THERE’S MORE!!!! I am first and foremost grateful for this book and for Maggie’s magic that brought me out of my funk, but I am overwhelmed by her unending talent. I give Sleep with the Lights On, 5 out of 5, and recommend it to…well EVERYONE!!! I am waiting on the edge of my seat for book 2!! I can’t wait to be able to ask Maggie a few questions about this one, like why does Myrtle need baby wipes?? LOL  Thank you for taking the time to read my review I still feel like I didn’t give this book to justice it deserves with my words but I really do hope that it has encouraged you to go get your copy ASAP, it’s a must read!! As Always, Happy Reading Everyone!! 
charjer More than 1 year ago
I was given a ARC of this book for a honest review. I don't really get into what type of book that is being written by my favorite authors. So when I started reading this book, not knowing anything about it except that Ms. Shayne wrote it, it had to be good! I was expecting something similar to her usual writing style. Boy oh Boy was I wrong! Even though this book goes away from her normal writing style I still enjoyed the story. Loved the characters especially Rachael because I can relate to her look on life is so very similar to my own! When I read the book I was a bit disappointed about the romance...But like I said earlier I didn't know that this wasn't her normal style. Maggie never fails to amaze me with the new books she brings. I am really good at picking out who the bad guys are in books or movies, but Maggie had me stumped on this one! Myrtle, she is the perfect addition to the story! If you are ready for a mystery/thriller with a little bit of romance LOOK no further! This is the book for you! I am going to stay to for the second book of the series maybe there is a little more romance!
cjr1 More than 1 year ago
This book was sent to me as an ARC to read and honestly review. I have read Maggie Shayne's books for years and loved them, but after having read Gingerbread Man and having to take a while to recover from the significant change in genre's, I was then sent this book and, OMG!! This is a book about a blind woman who is successful and financially secure because of her success. Add to that the fact that she receives a corneal transplant from a dead serial killer and you have the basic premise for the book. So, do you think you know how this book is going to go? Do you think you know all about how this book is going to end? Let's put it this way = You might actually want to sleep with the lights on while you're reading this book and for a while afterwards. Oh, by the way, the serial killer's brother is a cop who made the decision to give away his dead brother's organs for transplant. Still think you know what's going to happen? Well, you're wrong!!! Pick out a block of time for this book because it is the type of story that truly has you believing that you literally can't put it down because your fingers have been glued to the covers. This is an AMAZING book that is shocking, fascinating, exhilarating and terrifying!!! I LOVED IT!!!!!
terri_spitz More than 1 year ago
This series has a new twist reminiscent of a Iris Johansen novel. A blind person regains her sight and life begins again. This is a great read it has; the handsome guy, smart mouthed, intelligent woman, suspense, chemistry and a dog. How can it miss. Recommend reading the entire series to date. You actually get involved with the characters.
ValerieLeAnn More than 1 year ago
Maggie Shayne has once again blown me away! I read this book in ONE day - I couldn't put it down! The heroine Racheal de Luca is the perfect mix of wit and sass. Our hero, on the other hand, was everything a reader could want in a man. I was immediately pulled into the story by the chemistry between de Luca and Defective Mason. The quick glimpses into the mind of the killer gave me chill bumps and kept me reading until I ran out of pages. I cannot wait to get my hands on the next book in the series! I would suggest this book to anyone who loves a good suspense with a bit of romance mixed in.
Bronwyn61 More than 1 year ago
When I started this book I will be frank, I thought, seen it, done it. Think I saw a movie with a similar plot. Of course, I wasong! Ms. Shayne managed to put a new twist on it. I loved the characters and it left me wanting more. I have already pre-ordered the 2nd book. A must read!
DJAERA07 More than 1 year ago
Another great book by Maggie Shayne. Great characters and a great start to a series!
LITERALADDICTION_MLO More than 1 year ago
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Pack Alpha - Michelle L. Olson: *eARC Received from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review  Maggie Shayne's Sleep With the Lights On was a darkly seductive psychological thriller with a heroine you cannot help but love, a hero that immediate grows on you and who you both feel for and root for, a story that sucks you in immediately and allows you to be utterly immersed in the unfolding arc of the tale, a unique villain that inspires roiling in the gut, and an ending with a surprise worthy of the best murder mysteries.  O.K, now that I enticed you with that lovely run-on sentence, let me try to break it down. :) Rachel DeLuca is, by far, one of the best heroines I've encountered! She's so very 'real'; one of those no holds barred ladies who says what's on her mind no matter what. A beautiful,intelligent, independent, strong, and sassy alpha-female who isn't afraid to just 'be'. And if that wasn't enough, Maggie, as Rachel in her POV, will have you laughing out loud in the first handful of pages. Mason is a stubborn cop, a loyal family man, and a slightly damaged soul. The things Maggie puts him through in only the first 1/4 of the book are enough to break anyone, but he rebounds with grace and ends up being one of those subtle alpha males who you just want to give a big hug to. The brilliant and unique premise - latent evil being transferred to multiple hosts via the receipt of an organ donation - is one that begs for attention! You can't help but be sucked in by it and set your mind racing with the 'what ifs' and 'what's nexts'. It's an epidemically spread case of evil, but through a means of infection that is utterly benign, thus making it even more disturbing. And the fact that one organ donor can affect up to 50 people makes this book, and ultimate series, one that has limitless potential. I adored this book. I have been a Maggie Shayne fan for longer than I can remember, but this new side of Maggie is absolutely ingenious and made me have even more respect for her astounding talent and ability to capture the hearts and minds of her readers. I cannot wait for more DeLuca and Brown!
RipeForReader More than 1 year ago
This book was an absolute blast to read!!!! And I cannot wait to read the next one, WAKE TO DARKNESS, which is due out November 26. But first there will be a short novella released mid-October named DREAM OF DANGER, the exact date is yet to be determined.  Rachel is one of the best heroines I have ever encountered in a book. Before and after corneal transplant, she is fiercely independent, foul-mouthed like a dock-worker, loyal with family and the few friends that she has, big hearted and moody as all get out, just like a real person. She is funny as hell and doesn't beat around the bush, she has a softer side that she doesn't like to show so instead she turns prickly or flippant. This is starting to sound like a self description...... except for the part where she is young, beautiful and a very successful author!!  Theeere is the reality check! Rachel is coping with the sudden recovery of her sight really well, in fact I would say she is running with it. Even the nightmares that come with it, she seems to take in stride at first. Until there is a direct link to current events, only then does it start freaking her out. But even freaked out, she doesn't cower, she gets pissed off, angry, and determined to get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on. With or without Mason's help. That is one strong cookie. Myrtle is a great addition, she softens Rachel up just a tad, enough to even out the roughest edges just in case there were some who couldn't see beyond the gruff exterior. She also provides some comical relief in tense and scary circumstances. Faced with a split second decision, under horrific circumstances, with potentially devastating consequences, Mason absolutely did the best he could. He is protecting his family, in particular his nephews, from something that would likely ruin their lives. He tries to atone for it, but inadvertently only complicates the problem and drags more people into it. Mason's moral compass seems to be constantly tested through the story. And although not all the choices he makes are ethical or legal, they certainly are morally sound. You almost feel a dark versus light battle going on.  There is also something about Mason's mother that doesn't quite feel right with me, but I can't put my finger on it. It may be my imagination running overtime, and who could blame me after this story, or it may be something I sense that has yet to come out in one of the future stories. The concept of transmission of any type of awareness or characteristics from a donor to a transplant recipient, is one of the creepiest things I can imagine. And truthfully, it is one of the first things I think about, when I hear about any type of transplant. When you think about the fact that a body is made up from basically all the same components, the same lego blocks, just laid out in different formations to make up the different parts, and suddenly someone else's lego blocks mix with yours..... it doesn't take much to imagine that the basic components that make up that person, are now a part of you as a person too............ Cue Twilight Zone music. Edge of my seat!!! Loved, loved, loved the concept, the balance on the edge of science and the paranormal. A fabulous romantic potential with some sparking chemistry between Mason and Rachel and the promise of more to come. And a fan-freaking-tastic start of a new series!!                                                       ¿Disturbing, edgy, fiery and stirring!!!¿ **ARC courtesy of NetGalley and Harlequin MIRA in return for an honest review.**
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, though it was more suspense than romance. At first I wasn't sure I would like the heroine, but I did like her. I'm looking forward to more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This authors books will grab you from the first page and never let you go. Highly recommend every book this lady writes. CB
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I already purchased the next books, and I love her characters. Rachel is great I love the honesty and her dog. A lot of suspence, I couldn't put it down
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Many details, keeps you guessing, but rather eerie, too. Somewhat gorey, also, you want to get off of book and look up about transplants. I mean would anyone care to have a transplant if you inherited the donors memories.?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Purchased this 250 page murder mystery book for 6.99 after reading the free 70 page novella, though, the novella should probably be read after book #2 in this series. Not purchasing book #2 after reading the comment of ardjamesAJ; the plot and conclusion to the book were explained by the commenter - spoiler alert. Loved this book with it's mystery, romance and humor.
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Judy-Ree More than 1 year ago
My sister has been a huge fan of Maggie Shayne for years, especially the Wings in the Night series. I must confess as to not having really read anything by her that wasn't in an anthology that I had gotten for another author.  So when I entered a contest for a singed copy of one of Maggie Shayne's books, it was originally for her. But then I got the book, and read the back, and the first couple of pages. Before I knew it I was on Chapter 3 and telling my sister she would get it when I was done with it. The story starts out in the mind of a serial killer.  He knows what he is doing is wrong. But this voice in his mind keeps driving him to do it over and over and over again. Each time, he promises himself that it will be the last time. Then comes the night that he realizes that his very own son now fits his preferred victim type. And the voice in his head starts telling him that it is time to kill again, this time, his own son.  Knowing that he won't be able to stop himself, he decides to commit suicide and leave all the incriminating evidence of his crimes for his brother, a cop, to find.  But Detective Mason Brown doesn't want to hang these evil deeds upon his brother's wife and kids, so he tries to cover them up and donate his organs to save others.  Mason's hope is that this will somehow help his soul find atonement in the afterlife.   Rachel de Luca has been blind the majority of her life, due to macular degeneration that occurred when she was still a child. She has made quite the name for herself as a self help and positivity guru, never mind that she is in fact moody, sarcastic and basically the exact opposite of the what she peddles to the masses.  When she gets a corneal implant using a new technique, after dozens of failed tries over the years, and her sight is restored, it is labeled a miracle. She actually does feel it is miraculous that she can once again see.  Until the visions start.  Then her miracle becomes a nightmare as she what she sees literally becomes murder. Oh, I liked this story. A LOT!  The paranormal aspects and the psychological thriller aspects worked so well together. There is a hint of romance, while the mystery of figuring out who the killer is, held me spell bound. I stayed up way too late one night finishing this book.  And with the ending, I found it just a little bit scary to close my eyes and sleep.  I give this book a 5 star rating.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this series. Very unique plot that kept you wanting more.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Will have you sitting on the edge of your seat!
slz52 More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put it dowm Maggie Shayne is a great mystery writer, the comedy is great also, wish she would put a bit more romance in her stories though, the main characters are always attracted to each other but usually they have more internal thoughts of what they'd like to do with or to the other one instead of actually doing it. Great read though..