Wake to Darkness (Brown and De Luca Series #2)

Wake to Darkness (Brown and De Luca Series #2)

by Maggie Shayne

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Stranded with a murderer…

Rachel de Luca's uncanny sense of perception is the key to her success as a self-help celebrity. Even before she regained her sight, she had a gift for seeing people's most carefully hidden secrets. But the secret she shares with Detective Mason Brown is one she has promised to keep. As for Mason, he sees Rachel more clearly than she'd like to admit.

After a single night of adrenaline-fueled passion, they have agreed to keep their distance—until a string of murders brings them together again. Mason thinks that he can protect everyone he loves, including Rachel, by taking them to a winter hideaway, but danger follows them up the mountain.

As guests disappear from the snowbound resort, the race to find the murderer intensifies. Rachel knows she's a target. Will acknowledging her feelings for Mason destroy her—or save them both and stop a killer?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780778315551
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 11/26/2013
Series: Brown and De Luca Series , #2
Edition description: Original
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.00(d)

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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Friday, December 15

If the bullshit I wrote was true, I wouldn't have been standing with my back to the man I'd most love to bone, saying "No." Because if the bullshit I wrote was true, the question he'd just asked me would have been an entirely different one, instead of the one he'd asked, which had been, "Will you help me investigate another creepy fucking case that might get us both killed?"

Okay, those weren't his exact words, but they might as well have been.

I was in Manhattan, in a TV station greenroom, getting ready for my live segment, and having him there was throwing me way off my game. Way off. I was tingling in places I shouldn't be tingling, and remembering our one-night stand two months ago.

I should be remembering what happened after. The serial killer who damn near offed us both.

Mason Brown moved his oughtta-be-illegal bod around in front of me so I couldn't not look at him. I knew he knew that. "I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. Should have started with hello. You look great, Rachel. Really great."

"It's the makeup. They overdo it for TV."

"It's not the makeup." He tried his killer smile on me. A fucking saint would steam up at those dimples. "I've missed you. What's it been, a month?"

Three weeks since I've seen him. Thanksgiving. Two months, nineteen days and around twenty hours since we 'd had sex, last time I checked, but I'll be damned if I'll say that out loud. "Something like that."

"Too long, any way you count it."

"We agreed that we—" I waved my hand between us "—would be a bad idea."

"Yeah, but I thought that meant we wouldn't date." And by date he meant screw. "Not that we wouldn't ever see each other again."

Except that seeing him made me want to jump his bones. Hence the not-seeing-each-other part. But I couldn't tell him that, either.

"Look, Mason, I have five minutes before I have to be on that stage, in front of a live studio audience, hawking my new book, and you're really throwing me off my Zen."

"You have Zen?"

I closed my eyes. "No, but I fake it beautifully when I'm not. " Don't finish that sentence. "What makes you think I'd be any help, anyway? I only connected with the Wraith because he had your brother's heart, along with his penchant for murder, and I have your brother's eyes, and we connected in some woo-woo way I'm still not sure I believe. It was a fluke, and it's over. I'm no crime fighter."

He put both hands on my shoulders. Yeah, that's right, touch me and make it even harder for me not to rip your shirt off, you clever SOB. "Just give me a chance to tell you about the case. Come on, please?"

I closed my eyes, sighed hard and dropped my head to one side. When I opened my eyes again, he was flashing those damned dimples. He knew he had me. Hell, he'd had me at hello. The bastard.

"Buy me lunch after I finish up here and I'll let you bend my ear, but that's it, Mason."

The door opened. "Two minutes, Ms. de Luca," said the curly head that poked through.

I nodded and looked at Mason. His hands were still on my shoulders, and his smile had faded into an "I want to kiss your face off" sort of look.

I licked my lips, then wished I hadn't. I reminded myself of all the reasons we'd decided not to "date." I'd been blind for twenty years. Now I wanted to live my life as a sighted adult for a while before sharing it with anyone else. That made sense, didn't it?

I couldn't look at him. "I've gotta go."


"Fine." I turned away from him and tried to school my face into that of a spiritually enlightened guru who could change every viewer's life for a mere $17.99 in hardcover or $22.99 for the audiobook, plus tax where applicable. Only a fool would wait for the paperback or ebook versions, though they would be cheaper.

Mason sighed. Maybe in disappointment that I didn't seem as glad to see him as he'd seemed to see me. A lot he knew. My inner idiot was doing cartwheels.

The door opened again. Polly-Production-Assistant came all the way in this time. "Ready?"

"Sure am." Not even close.

She took my arm and led me out the door and through a maze of hallways. Mason was following right along behind us.

I turned to shoot him down over my shoulder. "I thought you were gonna wait in the greenroom?"

"I want to watch the taping. That's all right, isn't it?"

"Oh, sure, it's fine," said Polly or whatever the hell her real name was. "We're in a commercial break, on in thirty seconds."

She dragged me through a set of big double doors, and then we high-stepped over masses of writhing cables onto the set, stopping along the way so someone could run a mike up my back, under my dressy black jacket, over my shoulder and clip it to my flouncy lapel.

"Say something."

"Mike check," I said, looking through the window to where the sound guys wore headsets suitable for a firing range. "How's it sound?"

They gave me unanimous thumbs-up, and I headed for the sofa. The show's host, failed comedienne Mindy Becker, got up to shake my hand, then I sat down in the most flattering manner, uncomfortably on the edge of the sofa, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand resting lightly atop the other on my thigh. I wet my lips and plastered a great big smile on my face. I tried with everything in me to forget that Detective Mason Brown was standing a few yards away, watching my every move and hopefully wanting me as much as I was wanting him. He'd better be.

He knew my deepest secret, too, I thought. The secret only those closest to me knew. That I didn't really believe in what I wrote. That I was a skeptic, feeding the gullible a steady diet of what they most wanted to hear—that the power to change their lives was in their hands—and laughing all the way to the bank.

And then the director said, "In three, two.. " and pointed a finger at us.

"We're back!" Mindy told the camera. "Joining us now is the bestselling author of Wish Yourself Rich, the book that's sweeping the nation and changing lives, while spending its fifth week on the New York Times bestseller list. After going blind at the age of twelve, Rachel de Luca, the author who's been teaching us how to make our own miracles for five years now, experienced one of her own when her eyesight was restored by a cornea transplant this past August." She swung her head my way. "Welcome to the show, Rachel. I'm so glad to have you."

"Thanks, Mindy. It's great to be here."

"I want you to know that I have read this…" Mindy picked up a copy from the arm of her chair. "…this gem," she said, "from cover to cover, and I loved it so much I got copies for every single member of today's studio audience as an early Christmas present."

Applause, applause.

"I can't tell you how deeply this book touched me."

"Thanks, and thanks for saying that."

"While the title is Wish Yourself Rich, this book is about so much more. About creating our own experiences, and actually having the lives we dream of. A lot of spiritual leaders today are saying many of the same things that you say in these pages, but, Rachel, you are the only one who is living, breathing, undeniable proof that it's true."

More applause.

"Why don't we start at the beginning? You went blind at the age of twelve."

I nodded. "It was a gradual process, but yes, eventually, I woke up one morning completely unable to see."

"What was the last thing you remember seeing?" Oh, good question. "It was my brother Tommy's face."

She made a sympathetic sound. "This is the brother you lost earlier this year?"

"Yes, just before I got my transplant. He was the victim of a serial killer."

She set the book on her lap and, frowning, put her hands over mine. "How do you manage to have something like that happen and not let it rock your faith? You are so positive, so certain that we create what we focus on. How did you come to terms with your brother's murder?"

It was not the first time I'd had this question. Thankfully, I was prepared for it. I wrote this crap for a living, after all. "Tommy's journey was his own. I can't know what his higher self intended for him, or why his life had to end the way it did. I only know that I have two choices. I can be at peace with knowing that he is at peace, trusting that everything happens for a reason and that I will know what those reasons are when my own time comes to cross to the other side, or I can wallow in misery and ask 'why me' and 'why him' and resent the universe for being so cruel. My brother is going to be just as dead, either way."

"That is so deep," Mindy said, shaking her head slowly. "So deep."

"We get hung up when we think our happiness is dependent on circumstances outside ourselves. I'd be happy if only this would happen, we say, or if only that hadn't happened. We have to let go of that and realize that happiness is a choice. When we can choose to be happy in spite of what's going on outside us rather than because of it, when we can stop letting circumstances dictate how we feel, that is true empowerment."

"That's amazing. 'Happiness is a choice.' That's so good."

I smiled humbly. It really was one of my best nuggets of manure, that one. I rearranged this particular piece of…wisdom slightly after every interview, so it sounded fresh. Hell, I knew a thousand ways to say it by now. It was the core message of seven bestsellers.

" So did you always know you would get your eyesight back one day?"

"Not at all," I said. "In fact, I'd pretty much given up on it. I'd had cornea transplants before, but I was one of those rare individuals who rejected them every time. And I rejected them violently. My doctor had to convince me that it was worth trying again with a new procedure." That, at least, was true.

"And it worked." Mindy clapped her hands to emphasize the words. "What was the first thing you saw after the bandages came off?"

"My sister's face," I said, again speaking the truth.

"Oh, that's beautiful," Mindy said in an emotional falsetto, blinking rapidly.

"So is she."

Applause, applause.

Note to self, use that line again.

"So if we create our own experiences according to where we put our focus, how do you think you attracted your blindness?"

Because life sometimes sucks, and I drew the short straw. Because bad shit happens, and it doesn't make any sense at all and it never will.

I nodded sagely while I pulled the appropriate well-rehearsed reply from my archives. I had them for all the tough questions. "Until we know that our thoughts and focus create our lives," I said, "we sort of create by default. Our higher selves guide us toward the life we're supposed to lead, and we either go with the flow or fight tooth and nail. I believe this was simply a part of my journey in this lifetime. I think I had agreed to it before I ever incarnated."

"Really?" she said. "You really think all those years of blindness happened to you for a reason?"

"Absolutely." Because I had shitty luck.

"And have you reached any conclusions about what that reason might have been?"

"I think I've pieced together some of it, but not all. I don't think I'll know all of it until I'm on the other side, looking back, reviewing my life and the lessons it taught me. But I do know that being blind led me to my career of writing self-help (bullshit) books like the ones my family used to (push on me) get for me when I was going through hard times. It led me to dear friends I might not have made otherwise, people in my transplant support group, the best friend I ever had in my life, Mott Killian, who's since passed over himself, and my dog, of course."

And Mason Brown. It led me to him. When he hit me with his car because I stormed into a crosswalk, blind as a bat and too mad to be careful. Helluva coincidence that he ended up donating his brother 's corneas to me later that same day. Helluva coincidence.

A big smile split Mindy's face, and she lifted the book again, opened the back cover and turned it toward the camera, which caught a close-up of Myrtle sitting in the passenger seat of my precious inspiration-yellow T-Bird with the top down, wearing her goggles and yellow scarf, and "smiling" at the camera as only a bulldog could do, bottom teeth sticking up over her upper lip.

The audience laughed, then applauded again.

"Myrtle is blind, too," I said. "I might not have taken in a blind old dog if I hadn't been through what I had." Odd, that was sappy as hell, and yet it was the absolute truth. Just like the bit I'd been thinking about the way Mason and I met. I should really be using this stuff more. But it made me uncomfortable to point to true things in order to prove my false claims. Muddied the waters. I liked clear lines between real life and my fictional nonfiction.

"That's beautiful," Mindy said. "That's just beautiful. Thank you so much, Rachel. It's been a pleasure having you. I hope you'll come back."

"Thank you, Mindy. I'd love to."

She faced the camera again, holding up the book. "Grab a copy of Rachel de Luca's Wish Yourself

Rich, available now in hardcover and audio wherever books are sold."

Applause, applause, applause.

"And we're clear!" called the director.

I relaxed and automatically turned to see if Mason was still there.

He was. But he was looking at me with his head tipped slightly to one side, like Myrtle when I say the word food. Or the word eat or the word hungry or any word remotely related to a meal.

He'd just seen a Rachel de Luca he'd probably never met before. The public one. And now he was going to berate me for it throughout an entire lunch. This should be pleasant. Not.

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Wake to Darkness 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I intend to read all the books in this series. Truly loved them. CB
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I figured out who it was but it was still a great story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kept me up at night with how creepy it was, but a great book and series. Couldn't put them down!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had been looking for a good book to read, and I came across this one. This book is fantastic! I couldn't put it down. I loved the main characters especially Rachel. This book is a must read.
jef71 More than 1 year ago
Rachel de Luca's uncanny sense of perception is the key to her success as a self-help celebrity. Even before she regained her sight, she had a gift for seeing people's most carefully hidden secrets. But the secret she shares with Detective Mason Brown is one she promised to keep. As for Mason, he sees Rachel more clearly than she,d like to admit. Very good story. I love her writing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story line. Loved the characters. Just bought #2 in the series.
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This is a great book! Rachel is such a witty character, she always seems to be saying or thinking just what I would!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good quick read and an interesting approach to a mystery.
joshua27 More than 1 year ago
Wow! Great book! Couldn't put the book down.
LadyDragoness84 More than 1 year ago
I requested this book from Net Galley and received it in exchange for a fair and honest review.  This is the third book in a series. I have loved everyone. Maggie continues the charged relationship between Mason and Rachel and keeps the suspense on all levels. I had no idea who the antagonist was until she revealed it. If you like suspenses, I highly recommend this book. Maggie tells a gripping story, with her usual wit and descriptive writing.
agardone More than 1 year ago
This book was so good that I stayed up 1/2 the nite to finish it. I am hoping there will be more.
LA37 More than 1 year ago
This was a great sequel to Sleep With The Lights On. Thoroughly enjoyed getting to know the main characters a little better. I would definitely recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the series! Could not put the book down.
DanceGal77 More than 1 year ago
Sequel to Sleep With One Eye Open. Incredible story, suspense, action, intrigue, romance....something for everyone. Tension kept building with each page and the ending was totally unexpected. I read it cover to cover with just time for lunch. Ms. Shayne is a very talented writer.
LITERALADDICTION_MLO More than 1 year ago
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Pack Alpha - Chelle: *eARC received from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review Wake to Darkness was another truly epic and tantalizing read in the Brown and de Luca universe.  Maggie introduced a wonderful twist on the antagonist, some serious character growth and development, and plenty more of what we all want - Rachel snark, Mason goodness, and Myrtle. :) This second installment picks up a few months after the events of Sleep With the Lights on, though this book could stand alone (although I wouldn't suggest it, you're missing some fantastic reading!).   Like book #1, there's a killer on the loose, but this time, the culprit is targeting recipients of Eric's organs, and in a twist from book #1, Rachel has dreams from the perspective victims this time, not the killer, which lends a truly heightened emotional edge to the events that unfold.  The family dynamic in this installment is a large part of the story, and it was great to get more info on both Rachel's family and Mason's and watch as they helped to bring Rachel and Mason's on again, off again relationship status to a head. Finally! And there are most certainly some sexy moments to enjoy... just sayin'. While I did see the identity of our killer before it was ultimately revealed, it didn't detract from the big reveal at all, and Maggie most definitely  shook things up with this big bad. :) Another superb read Maggie!
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arbjamesAJ More than 1 year ago
Detective Mason Brown and self-help author Rachel de Luca thought the killing had stopped when Mason’s serial-killer brother, Eric, committed suicide.  When the murders continued, they stopped the two men who had received some of Eric’s organs that continued his killing spree.  It was definitely over.  Or was it?  Now someone is killing the rest of Eric’s organ recipients, and they have to figure out who the murderer is before it’s too late.  You see, Rachel, who had been blind since age 12, was the recipient of Eric’s corneas, which restored her sight after 20 years of blindness.  She’s next on the hit list if they don’t stop the killer first.  After failed attacks on Rachel and Marie, Eric’s widow, Mason and Rachel take the entire family to a remote ski resort.  However, the killer has also decided to hit the slopes.  Will they stop the killing before it’s too late for Rachel? I didn’t read the first book in the series, so I was a little lost in some areas.  However, I think Shayne did a good job of providing enough explanation.  I wasn’t sold on the part of the story line where Rachel has dreams about the killings.  Honestly, I didn’t really like Rachel as a character, although she grew on me by the end.  (Myrtle, Rachel’s blind dog, was definitely my favorite character!)    I had figured out who the killer was pretty early on, and I couldn’t believe it took Mason and Rachel so long to figure it out.  The clues are definitely there!