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It was getting late, it had been a long day and I wanted to drive home soon before I risked falling asleep at the wheel. I rooted in my bag and found some bills to leave on the bar for Wyatt’s well-deserved tip. Then I downed the last of my tea and turned to look at Alex.

“This has been fun,” I began. “But I really should be getting home. Hope your training goes well; maybe we’ll run into each other again at the River Park.”

As I started to get off of the bar stool, a peculiar sensation coursed through me, as if I was suddenly exerting a great deal of energy. My expression must have communicated the discomfort, because Alex frowned and asked if I was okay. When I didn’t immediately respond, he reached over and took my hands in his, concern etched across his handsome face.

Suddenly, I felt an electrical zap similar to what I had encountered days before when first synching the Kindle. I might have been able to rationalize it as some hackneyed romantic sign had the next two events not occurred in rapid succession: First, I inexplicably uttered one long, unrecognizable sound. Then I heard the voice.

I always wondered how Kevin Costner’s character in Field of Dreams managed to stay relatively calm when he first heard “if you build it, he will come” whispered in his cornfield. But that was a movie, after all. When, in my head, a man uttered “I need his help” over and over, I panicked. I tore myself from Alex’s grip and ran through the crowded dance floor, shoving unsuspecting patrons out of my way as I quickly escaped out the emergency exit.

I sprinted to my car and managed to fish my keys out of my purse despite the fact I was shaking from head to toe. Thankfully, the repetitive pleading of my auditory hallucination had ceased by then. I’m not really sure how I got home; I know I drove, but beyond that I had no recollection of the journey. When I reached the safety of my house, I rushed inside and collapsed on the living room floor. With my arms wrapped around my knees and tears streaming down my cheeks, I rocked back and forth in anguish, trying to convince myself that the same thing wasn’t happening to me.

SO BCNot long after, the front door creaked and opened slowly. I didn’t want to lift my head from its protective perch on my knees but apparently even insanity couldn’t hinder my curiosity. It was Alex, the doorknob in one hand and my cell phone in the other, peering at me from the partially opened door.

“You ran out so fast, and you forgot your phone,” he said quietly. “You drove off before I could catch up to you, and I was worried, so I followed you.”

He set the phone on a small table and proceeded to cross the short distance between us and crouch beside me. I turned my head away as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Hailey, what happened back there?”

I wiped away some of the tears using my sleeve and contemplated the pros and cons of admitting to an almost complete stranger that I was probably crazy. Considering the likelihood that Alex already thought I was nuts, I decided I had nothing to lose by confiding in him.

“I don’t know,” I finally squeaked out. “I…I’m hearing voices or something. I think I’m going crazy.”

“What kind of voices?” he calmly inquired.

Wow. He was really taking this well. You’d think his response would be more along the lines of running screaming out of my house thankful that we hadn’t had the chance to exchange numbers. Or bodily fluids.

“Well, not voices. A voice. A man’s voice said, ‘I need his help’.”

Alex was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to find the right words. When he finally spoke, he said, “Hailey, look at me.”

Reluctantly, I looked up. Alex gently placed his hands on either side of my face, forcing me to gaze into those mesmerizing eyes. His lips curved into a small, reassuring smile and he stated resolutely, “You are not crazy.”

I wanted to believe him. He sounded so sure of himself. “And you know this based on your experience with insurance adjustment,” I joked feebly, trying to lighten the mood as much as possible, considering the circumstances.

“No, I know that based on my experience with spiritual convergence.”



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As soon as Hailey Parrish discovered her husband was cheating with her co-worker, she swore off men. She had to find another job when her boss went to prison for being a pimp in his spare time. Three years later, Hailey still hadn’t gone on a date and she milks chinchilla for a living. Her life is about to get weirder.

While in pursuit of inter-dimensional miscreants who use their arcane powers to prey upon humans, Sebastian Kess was ambushed and mortally wounded. To save his life, he used his own magic to convert his soul to binary code and transfer it into Hailey’s soon-to-be shipped Kindle eBook reader. When Hailey inadvertently releases him and he inhabits her body, she finally has a man inside her, just not in the way she imagined.

Hailey must come to grips with the existence of the parallel dimension of Coursodon and the realization that magically inclined non-humans walk the world while dealing with Sebastian’s arrogant banter in her head.  Her predicament also introduces her to another supernatural, the handsome could-be-the-man-of-her-dreams Alex Sunderland.  The action moves from Hailey’s hometown of Tucson, Arizona to New England and across Europe as she and Alex try to return Sebastian to his own body while staying one step ahead of the criminals who want to keep him where he is.

Special Offers, the first book of the Coursodon Dimension Series, combines paranormal romance, urban fantasy, a bit of science fiction and a healthy dose of quirky humor.



MLR PictureAbout The Author:

M.L. Ryan is a profes­sional woman — not that she gave up her amateur status, but rather that she is over-educated with a job in which she spends a lot of time writing dry science non-Fiction. In an effort to strength­en the less logi­cal side of her brain, she decided to write some of the many stories rolling around in her head.

She lives in Tucson, AZ with her husband, son, four cats, two dogs and two adopt­ed desert tortoises.



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