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Night Vision
Megan Rose's Recurring Dream
She has been having the same dream since she was 12 years old. She sees a beautiful man, and hears a woman's voice, say, "Break the curse. Save his life."
A gift given...
She's had visions since childhood, but her father called her a liar and her mother said they came from the devil. They both tried to punish her sins away. No one believed her when she said her father would drive drunk one too many times. And when he died, just as she'd said he would, she was blamed. And not just by others. She blamed herself. She knew it would happen, but she couldn't stop it. She had failed.
A gift withdrawn...
The visions were muted after that. Oh, she'd know who was calling, or where to find a parking spot, but nothing important came anymore. Her deepest wish was that one day, she'd have a vision she could use to do something good. Something important. Something big.
The dream, though, that never faded. That lived on.
Back with a vengeance...
Now her gift has returned with a terrifying vengeance. And when she gets pulled over for speeding by a cop who looks just like the man in her recurring dream, she knows it's all connected. He's Sam Sheridan, the man she's supposed to save.
She's being given another chance to do something important with her gift. Another chance to save a life. But it's only going to work if she can convince Sam to believe her.
Break the curse. Save his life.
She intends to do both those things, and maybe fulfill her destiny.
But she never imagined that she might be saving Sam's life at the cost of her own.
Includes an extended excerpt of Maggie's new thriller Girl Blue.
She has been having the same dream since she was 12 years old. She sees a beautiful man, and hears a woman's voice, say, "Break the curse. Save his life."
A gift given...
She's had visions since childhood, but her father called her a liar and her mother said they came from the devil. They both tried to punish her sins away. No one believed her when she said her father would drive drunk one too many times. And when he died, just as she'd said he would, she was blamed. And not just by others. She blamed herself. She knew it would happen, but she couldn't stop it. She had failed.
A gift withdrawn...
The visions were muted after that. Oh, she'd know who was calling, or where to find a parking spot, but nothing important came anymore. Her deepest wish was that one day, she'd have a vision she could use to do something good. Something important. Something big.
The dream, though, that never faded. That lived on.
Back with a vengeance...
Now her gift has returned with a terrifying vengeance. And when she gets pulled over for speeding by a cop who looks just like the man in her recurring dream, she knows it's all connected. He's Sam Sheridan, the man she's supposed to save.
She's being given another chance to do something important with her gift. Another chance to save a life. But it's only going to work if she can convince Sam to believe her.
Break the curse. Save his life.
She intends to do both those things, and maybe fulfill her destiny.
But she never imagined that she might be saving Sam's life at the cost of her own.
Includes an extended excerpt of Maggie's new thriller Girl Blue.
- GenresRomantic Suspense
145 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 28, 2019
About the author
Maggie Shayne
396 books2,598 followersI live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY, (Alliteration Alert!) though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my telephone exchange is Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. All of these are at least in the same rural county in the southern hills of New York State; Cortland County. There are more cattle than people here. The nearest “big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are an hour away, in different directions, and not really all that big by most standards, though they both seem humongous to me. I look out my window to see rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden meadows and wide open blue, blue skies. My road is barely paved. The nearest neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm.
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
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January 4, 2020
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January 13, 2020
Dreams live
Visions or dreams, all her life she heard the words "Break the curse, save his life" but she didn't know who or when. Her gift or curse let her know small things like who was calling or someone's name, small insignificant things that people called intuition or feelings. All Megan Rose wanted was for her visions to make a difference and maybe save him. When she "sees" a murdered girl, the latest in a string of murders, she calls the police and reports what she saw but they don't believe her. Someone does though and she is targeted. The cop sent to follow her and prove her a fraud soon believes her and they stumble onto a terrible secret. Who will save who? A great mystery!
Visions or dreams, all her life she heard the words "Break the curse, save his life" but she didn't know who or when. Her gift or curse let her know small things like who was calling or someone's name, small insignificant things that people called intuition or feelings. All Megan Rose wanted was for her visions to make a difference and maybe save him. When she "sees" a murdered girl, the latest in a string of murders, she calls the police and reports what she saw but they don't believe her. Someone does though and she is targeted. The cop sent to follow her and prove her a fraud soon believes her and they stumble onto a terrible secret. Who will save who? A great mystery!
September 13, 2020
Another nice easy read with a psychic paranormal edge. I hadn't realised it was so short and so finished it in a couple of hours. The chunk of another book at the end was a bit long but made me want to read it.
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August 3, 2022A woman with a psychic gift and a cursed man who refuses to believe!
Fated lovers meant to meet and come to an understanding! Another wonderful story from a talented arthur! Maggie Shayne books are a guaranteed good read!
Fated lovers meant to meet and come to an understanding! Another wonderful story from a talented arthur! Maggie Shayne books are a guaranteed good read!
February 27, 2020
Night Vision
I loved this book. Great story and characters. It had just the right amount of adventure, romance and mystery. Very good book!
I loved this book. Great story and characters. It had just the right amount of adventure, romance and mystery. Very good book!
December 14, 2021
Great Stories
I enjoyed the Vision story very much , I love stories about psychics. Girl Blue has a funny statement about tea which I really liked as I totally dislike tea myself……
I enjoyed the Vision story very much , I love stories about psychics. Girl Blue has a funny statement about tea which I really liked as I totally dislike tea myself……
December 1, 2019
I kept thinking that I have read this story earlier and finally realised that it was part of this author's anthology book
October 1, 2019
Paranormal Short Story
This was a super intense short story. Megan is a psychic. She has dreams and visions of the future but has never been able to help anyone. Sam is a police detective sent in to find out what she knows. Together there trying to catch a killer. There is a lot going on in the novella. Suspenseful and fast paced. I just love when Ms. Shayne writes suspense. There is also a excerpt of Girl Blue that’s coming out at the end of the month. Brown and De Luca is my favorite series by this author if you haven’t read them you should.
This was a super intense short story. Megan is a psychic. She has dreams and visions of the future but has never been able to help anyone. Sam is a police detective sent in to find out what she knows. Together there trying to catch a killer. There is a lot going on in the novella. Suspenseful and fast paced. I just love when Ms. Shayne writes suspense. There is also a excerpt of Girl Blue that’s coming out at the end of the month. Brown and De Luca is my favorite series by this author if you haven’t read them you should.
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