Bøker av Terri Reid

Mary floated across the room, shaking her hands in frustration. Finally, she turned back to Mike. "When will the men in my life realize that no one is responsible for watching over me?" she asked sadly. "I am a grown woman. I am a former police officer. I am not some hot-house flower that can't handle my own life and my own safety."Victoria sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. "And you did such a good job of it. You were kidnapped and are now in a coma. Yeah, great handling of your life."Mary turned her head quickly and stared at Victoria. "You were murdered, right?" she asked.Taken aback for a moment, Victoria nodded slowly. "Yes, why?""No reason," Mary shot back. "It just not a big surprise, that's all."At the end of Darkness Exposed (Book 5), Mary O'Reilly was in a coma. Did you ever wonder where she went while she was in that coma? Of course, she had another adventure.

The old book shook, its illustrated pages fluttering wildly back and forth until it reached the center pages and froze. A shadow climbed from the depths of the bindings, pushing its way out from the ink and linen, the embossed gold and paint, the leather and twine. It pushed its way out of one realm into another, from faerie to earth, from yesterday into today. He stood next to the counter and slowly gazed around. It had been a long time since he had stood on the surface. He studied the shelves, his eyesight clear even in the dark. He didn't know if the items were familiar because of the books he'd read or the memories he held. He inhaled deeply. Some of the scents were also familiar: old books, dust, lemon polish and wood. But they were old memories, memories from his life before his escape. Sean O'Reilly and the other members of the Order of Brigid's Cross have to track down a changeling who has come to the Chicago area to seduce young women and bring them down to faery. But will one of their own become a victim to his dangerous spell?

Placing the bags on the counter, Donna slipped off her jacket and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair, and then she pulled an apron over her work clothes. She started unpacking the groceries, first putting the refrigerated foods away and then she started working on the canned goods. She smiled as she heard Ryan singing. It wasn't a tune she was familiar with, so he must have learned it in daycare."Where did you learn that song?" she asked him, leaning over the open counter to listen more closely to the words."Liza taught it to me," he said.She smiled. Ryan's invisible friend was certainly creative. "Well, say thank you to Liza for me," she replied. "It's a pretty song."He continued singing it, "Who will wipe away my tears? Who will chase away my fears? Who will sing me to sleep at night? Who will tuck me in real tight? Now that Momma's dead and gone, now that Momma's dead and gone."Slightly alarmed at the lyrics, Donna walked around the counter and entered the living room. "How would you like to watch your favorite cartoon?" she asked, picking up a DVD on a shelf next to the television set and sliding it into the DVD player."But Liza still wants to sing," Ryan said."Well, Liza can sing and you can watch television," she said. "How's that for a compromise."He nodded. "I guess that will be fine."She turned on the television and waited until Ryan's show started before returning to the kitchen to put away the rest of the groceries. She opened up a cupboard and was reaching up to the top shelf to put an extra jar of peanut butter away when she heard the soft voice behind her. It was high-pitched, like a little girl's voice, but it held an ethereal quality to it as it filled the kitchen. "Who will wipe away my tears? Who will chase away my fears? Who will sing me to sleep at night? Who will tuck me in real tight? Now that Momma's dead and gone, now that Momma's dead and gone."Mary O'Reilly receives a call from a friend in Galena urging her to drive there and speak with a woman who is sure her house is haunted by a little girl. Once she meets the child, she is astonished to discover the child was re-homed, an underground adoption practice still practiced in the United States. Unfortunately, her rehoming did not end well and Mary, Bradley and Mike search from a couple who "adopt" unwanted children and then murder them.

Hurrying to the old bridge that crossed Yellow Creek, Courtney stepped to the side as a car came up behind her. The bridge was only wide enough for one car and even foot traffic had to climb up on the narrow ledge for safety. The car slowed and the driver's side window rolled down. A familiar face greeted Courtney."Hey, Courtney, how about a ride?" he asked.She shook her head. "No, thanks, I'm good," she said. "It's only a few more blocks."The driver looked up to the sky. "You won't make it before the storm hits," he argued. "Come on, I'll feel guilty all night if I leave you here."She smiled. "Okay, if you put it that way," she agreed, jogging over to the passenger side of the car and letting herself in.The door lock clicked as she buckled her seatbelt and she looked up in surprise. "It does that automatically," the driver said with an apologetic shrug.Courtney scooted against the door and grasped the handle. "You know, I think I'll just walk anyway," she said, pulling against the handle.But the door didn't open. She tried it again, but it was still locked tight."Child locks," the driver said, a smile on his face. "You can't get out until I let you out."She pressed the window button, but it also stayed in place. "Listen, I don't want to be in this car," she said firmly. "Now please let me out or I'm going to scream."He chuckled softly, leaned forward and placed his hand against her cheek, rubbing it intimately. "If you scream, no one will hear you," he said, as he slipped his hand down to her neck. "But you can do it if you like. I always love to hear a girl's scream."# # # #For ten years, young girls have been disappearing from the streets of Freeport and the surrounding towns. Can Mary solve the mystery before Clarissa is the next victim?

Over a thousand years ago a brave band of Knights of the Round Table agreed to enter Morganna's castle and remove an ancient spell that allowed the sorceress the ability to travel in time. But they had been betrayed, Morganna caught the young men and despite Merlin's protection, cast a spell upon them that would age them a year for every day they lived as men. Merlin did the only thing he could; he changed the men to horses so they could roam as immortals until someone could break the spell. For more than one thousand years, the Herdin family was charged with the duty to help the horses and break the spell. Once every hundred years, the signs aligned and another Herdin risked their life to free the knights. This time, Meaghan Herdin's father, Lord John, is the last surviving male heir in the Herdin line. Will he be able to break the spell or will Morganna and her followers destroy Meaghan's family? Set in Ireland in the 18th century, Eochaidh - The Legend of the Horseman, is filled with love, adventure, loyalty and magic.

Mary O'Reilly has absolutely no plans to meet with anyone on Black Friday as she sets up her office for the annual Christmas Walk that is to be held the following weekend in downtown Freeport. So, nearly eight months pregnant, she dresses for comfort-sweats, thick socks and a flannel shirt. Imagine her surprise when someone barges into her office and announces they're filming her for a guest spot on their cable television show, "Ghost Discoverers." She's about to turn the cameraman down in no uncertain terms when a ghost appears behind him and seems to be connected with him. Forced to agree to work with the paranormal research team, Mary and the rest of her group get pulled into a startling case of attempted murder, espionage and mayhem-all at a paranormal investigation conference.

Ruth McCredie was about in the middle of the field, she decided. Thiswould be a good place to get a few more samples. She looked back at therow she was standing in and saw four ears laying in the dirt."Perfect," she said, reaching back for another plastic bag. "These will begreat."Hurrying down the row towards the ears, she was surprised to hear a crackin the distance. Before she could react, she felt the blow of the bullet enteringher body. She stared, wide-eyed, at the blood blossoming across hersweatshirt."I've been..." she began, more bewildered than afraid, but then her kneesgave out and she fell to the ground. The soft earth absorbed the impact fromthe fall, but a sharp stalk scraped her face. She gasped in pain, but the gaspgave way to choking as her life ebbed away, the rich, brown soil absorbingher blood.A bullet shot rings out on the night of the Super Moon and a promising collegestudent is killed. Was it an accident, or did her research into falseclaims by a bio-tech, agricultural company garner her too much attention?The wrong kind of attention. Mary and Bradley have to find out or Ruth McCredie will never rest.