“Or I can,” Mason announced.
My brows dipped. “Wait, what?”
The man standing next to him held out his hand. “Ms. Blue, I’m West Archer. I believe FBI Deputy Director Reed told you I’d be coming.”
His delicious British accent caught me momentarily off guard.
“Yes of course. Give me just a minute; I was just walking Detective Spencer out.” I shook his hand, and he held mine longer than any normal casual shake. His gaze never wavered as his eyes sparkled. I slipped my fingers free and gestured Mason past them.
Mason stopped at his car. His glare was aimed above my head. “You need me to stay and deal with them?”
“I can handle them. Mr. Archer is just dropping off a cold case, and Freddie… well, I told you about him. He saved my life. He’s not going to hurt me.”
“Even so, but you aren’t running around chasing criminals anymore. What does he think you need protecting from?” Mason asked, turning his gaze to mine. His clenched jaw eased.
I shrugged. “Who knows, but I’ll call you if I need you.”
“You do that,” Mason announced while cupping my cheek. He lowered his head and gave me the hottest kiss of my life. It may have been for the benefit of the good-looking men standing on the porch, but I’d take it. My eyes were still closed, and my toes were curled when Mason broke the kiss. I sighed in pleasure.
“Be good, Blue.”
My eyes slowly slid open. “It’s not in my DNA, Detective. Call me when you’re back in town.”
He glanced up at the porch one last time. “I’ll be back in a bit, with that dinner I promised.”
I smiled and walked backward toward the porch. I felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. “I’ll make the dessert.”
He winked and grinned as he slid into his car.
Chapter 17
I invited both guys inside. I stuck West Archer in the library before taking Freddie into the kitchen.
“Did Moreno send you?” I asked while unwrapping the latest concoction of cookies I’d baked.
“No, but he sends his regards.”
“What are you doing here, Freddie?” I walked to the fridge and poured a glass of sweet tea and set it in front of him next to the plate.
“I’ve already told you. I’m your new bodyguard.”
“I wasn’t looking for one.” I gestured to the cookies.
“Just because you weren’t looking for one doesn’t mean you don’t need one.”
I sighed.
“This is a big place you got here.”
I glanced at the bag at his feet. “You need somewhere to stay?”
“If I’m going to guard you, it makes sense I’m close by.”
I shook my head and tossed up my hands. “Faraday will be staying here soon.”
“Even more reason you need me here. Don’t worry. I’ll pay rent for one of your rooms. Trust me, you need me, Blue.” He glanced around the kitchen, ignoring the cookies I had offered. There was something tense about his posture, the way his gaze was floating across the room.
“I work cold cases, Freddie. I’m not going to do any more active ones.”
“You need me, and I need you.” He glanced in the corner where my Grammy was standing. “She told me you do.”
My mouth parted. “You can see her?”
He rubbed at his neck. “Yep. I’m going to teach you how to defend yourself, and you’re going to teach me how to make them go away.”
“Fine.” I gestured toward the stairs. “You can have the room at the end of the hall on the second floor.”
Freddie tossed the bag strap over his shoulder, then grabbed the plate of cookies and tea before he disappeared up the back stairs.
I left the kitchen to deal with the stranger in the library. I walked into find him standing behind my desk. “Well, West Archer, did you bring the package?”
“No, but I have it in a safe place,” he answered. “I wanted to introduce myself first.”
“Are you with the FBI?” I asked.
He grinned. “I can assure you I am not part of your government.”
Perfect. Maybe having Freddie in the house wasn’t such a bad idea.
“I’m afraid I don’t let people watch me when I work.”
“You’ll have to make an exception.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s the case?”
He pulled a document out of the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to me. The envelope had my name written it on. I slipped the document free. It was a non-disclosure agreement. “Both of our governments insist that you sign that document before I can disclose any information. It’s a formality.”
I ran my fingertip over the embossed U.S. and very British-looking seal insignia. “It’s an international case?”
I glanced up to find he’d folded his hands and didn’t have any plan on answering my question.
“Okay, then.” I scanned the document and grabbed a pen from my desk, scribbling my name at the bottom. I waited impatiently as he slipped it back inside the envelope and returned it to his suit pocket.
“The Wellington Diamond.”
I think my heart momentarily stopped. I remember hearing about that case, but it was nothing more than a fairy tale. A sacred diamond that had been given to a famous actress by the very “married” Prince of Wellington. I slowly had to sit down before my legs gave out beneath me. “It’s true?”
“Most of it.” He grinned. “Do I have your interest now?”
I nodded, unable to form words. This would be the case of a lifetime, one that I’d grown up all my life intrigued by. Hell yes, he had my interest. “When can we start?”
His mischievous smile grew as he met my gaze. “I have a few things to wrap up, and then I’ll be back in a few weeks.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”
“I look forward to seeing how far we take this.”
“Me too.” I rose from my chair and walked him to the door.
He stepped outside and turned at the last minute. “I hope you’re ready for one hell of a ride, Cree Blue.” His gaze lingered on my lips. “I know I am.”
The End.
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Next up is Deadly Vows Release Date October 23, 2017
Psychic Cree Blue is working on a cold case where the motives and suspects multiply like the spices in her cooking. When Davina Richards went missing the day before her wedding, people assumed she was a runaway bride. Only Cree knows differently. This bride skipped being a missing person and landed smack-dab in the dead zone. One thing is certain; the ghostly apparition is out to set the record straight and needs Cree’s help.
Chock full of more guarded mystery than the Colonel’s secret recipe, the case of the deadly vows is Cree’s toughest cold case yet. She’ll have to rely on more than her intuition and insight if she wants to solve this mystery.
It’s no longer a question of who wanted to silence the bride; it’s a matter of which one pulled the trigger.
Keep reading for a taste of Deadly Vows Cree Blue Psychic Eye Book 2
Chapter 1
“Tell me you’re going to put a hex on him or send a poltergeist to his new apartment,” Freddie announced as I ended my call.
He was leaning against the old doorframe of my ancestral home. The bald opinionated Italian was my self-appointed bodyguard, so I gave him latitude. It was that or have to deal with the rest of the Italian mob knocking some sense into my poor delicate head. I already had enough loose screws; I couldn't afford many more.
The Lady Blue Plantation served as more than my serenity. Its vast open yards and ancient trees calmed me in a way no other place came close to doing. It was one reason I believe people were drawn to it. Freddie was one of those people I let live under my roof. Most people would be scared to have an Italian ex-mobster
sleeping down the hall. Not me. It helped me sleep.
“I’m not a witch.” Not that I couldn’t pay $19.95 for someone on the internet to do the deed. Bad karma wasn’t juju to be toyed with, ever. “He’s just busy.”
Freddie's observant well-trained laser focus pinned me in my spot. I guess his time dealing with double-crossing bad guys that could kill kind of made him paranoid that way. Regardless, he had a point. Two months and my almost relationship with FBI Agent Mason Spencer had disappeared like last night’s pitcher of margaritas. His new job with the FBI kept him MIA and emotionally off the radar.
“He’s busy all right; busy avoiding you.”
Deep down in the pit of my stomach, somewhere between last night’s burrito and this morning’s piece of chocolate cake, I knew Freddie was right, and that thought irked me even more than my nonexistent boyfriend.
“Fine, he’s avoiding me.” I frowned. “He isn’t the only one.”
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Suggested Reading Order
BENNETT SISTERS BOX SET (Books 1-4 in one bundle, 1218 pages)
BENNETT SISTERS BOX SET VOLUME 2 (Books 5-7 in one bundle, 517 pages}
INTUITION (Book 1)
TOUCH OF FATE (Book 2)
MIND PLAY (Book 3)
THE RECKONING (Book 4)
REDEMPTION (Book 5)
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS (Book 6)
DESTINED HEARTS (Book 7)
PHANTOM PROTECTORS BOX SET (Books 1-4 in one bundle, 964 pages)
RECKLESS ABANDON (Book 1)
BETRAYAL (Book 2)
UNTAMED (Book 3)
GUIDED LOYALTY (Book 4)
CARRINGTON-HILL INVESTIGATIONS
DECEPTION (Book 1)
DEADLY DESIRE (Book 2)
SHIFTER PARADISE BOX SET
NOT MY SHIFTER/ SINFULLY CURSED
KARMA
SOPHIE MASTERSON SERIES/ DIXON SECURITY
LIFTING THE VEIL (Book 1)
BEYOND THE VEIL (Book 2)
VEILED INTENTIONS (Book 3)
VEILED THREATS (Book 4)
THE LOVE FAMILY SERIES
SKYLAR (BOOK1)
DECLAN (BOOK 2)
FLYNN (BOOK 3)
REED (BOOK 4)
LANDON (BOOK 5)
ALEXIS (BOOK 6)
GABE (BOOK 7)
JACKSON (BOOK 8)
LINKED INC.
DEADLY INTENT (BOOK 1)
PSYCHIC LINK (BOOK 2)
PSYCHIC CHARM (BOOK 3)
PSYCHIC GAMES (BOOK 4)
DEADLY DREAMS (BOOK 5)
CREE BLUE PSYCHIC EYE
DEAD WRONG (BOOK 1)
DEADLY VOWS (BOOK 2)
DEADLY HEIST (BOOK 3- COMING DEC 2018)
HELL BOUND
MYSTIC TIDES BOX SET
MYSTIC LUCK BOX SET
MAID OF HONOR
HARD SHIFT
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