“The best book in the series so far!”
“An eerie, absorbing journey.”
“I could hardly put it down after starting it. This book had it all; romance, action, & paranormal activity. Can’t wait to see what Dori does next!”
The Dead Are Waiting
Within the filth-smeared walls of a once grand estate, Detective Dori Orihuela just made the arrest of her career. But the moment she crosses the threshold, she senses there’s more than bad guys inside; an earthbound spirit is waiting.
As she and her team gather evidence, an assassin springs out of nowhere. The ghost of a pregnant woman saves Dori’s life. As the detective returns home, she realizes that the ghost hasn’t just followed her home; it found its way inside her and takes her back in time to witness a life marked by shame.
Hiding Her Shame
In 1942, Roslyn Snow arrives from Pearl Harbor to a bucolic estate that is now a maternity home where young pregnant women like her hide the shame of their unplanned pregnancies. Careful not to reveal her identity, she hides from the father of her unborn child. In doing so, she sees that this discreet hideaway is a prison in which some girls never escape.
A New Threat
Disturbed by the visions of Roslyn’s life and the complications of career and family, Dori finds help from the unlikeliest of allies. But as she uses her gift to communicate with the dead, Dori is exposed to those who could destroy everything and everyone she loves.
A gothic romance mystery that interwoven with magical realism, historical fiction, ghosts and family relationships, fans of Susanna Kearsley, Simone St. James and Heather Graham will discover a new series they’ll want to binge read late into the night!
Her mom once found her in the closet talking to the nicest lady who had a daughter and two sons. Mary was the only person in the closet and the more questions her mom asked, the plainer it was that her then three-year-old child described the previous (and deceased) resident of their house!
Mary grew up in the same town as the psychic detective of her paranormal mystery series, Dori Orihuela. She even “gave” Dori her dream home, a three-story white Edwardian mansion based on a real historic property. (And no, there are no bootleggers buried in their backyard!) Also, Mary made Dori a tough, smart robbery detective because Mary has discovered from practical experience as a former reporter that is not cop material. She likes to think that Dori is a psychic version of Wonder Woman!
With her degree in history, Mary also loves to find and share untold histories such as bootlegging women and no-nonsense World War II era nurses. Mary’s background is in marketing, public relations, and journalism, proving that yes, you can make a living as a writer! Combining her love of the paranormal with historical, Gothic fiction is a dream come true. Mary now writes the books she loves to read—chilling, psychic suspense novels with sexy heroes and courageous heroines.
However, her current home in Orange County, California is not haunted.
Thanks to the metaphysical meddling of a somewhat grumpy guru, Nely is now Aggie and Aggie is Nely—switching bodies, love lives, families, closets . . . everything! The grass may not be quite as green as it originally appeared. As luck has it, they'll be stuck this way until the next full moon! And with a husband, his very suspicious mama, a temperamental tot, a business on the brink of disaster, and a sort-of boyfriend—not to mention a sleazy stalker—thrown into the mix, Aggie and Nely suddenly find they're not just walking in each other's shoes . . . they're running!
Tamara thinks she's got the single-girl-in-the-city thing down, until she runs into Will Benavides, the former high school bad boy turned firefighter. If Tamara's parents had known how Will lit up her teenage fantasies, she'd have been shipped off to the nuns for sure! Now Will wants to make those fantasies come true permanently.
When an unexpected opportunity lands in her lap and Tamara has to choose between the career and the man of her dreams, she wonders if maybe la familia was right after all . . .