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First Look of THE WATCHER by Rebecca E. Neely #CoverReveal #Excerpt #Giveaway @Crossing_Realms @Barclay_PR


5 Fun Facts About….

Meda Gabriel

Loves her German Shephard, Tan

Knowledgeable about healing crystals

Part Iroquois

Has a few cool tattoos

Never completed any formal schooling but has a head full of scientific knowledge



[scroll-box]Her gaze flicked over the stone at the base of his throat. Kneeling, she patted down his legs, arms, and the portion of his waist not occupied by Tan. No weapons.
That gave her a measure of relief. Even without aid of her ability, oddly enough, she knew with absolute certainty Dev wasn’t here to hurt her or she’d have considered calling the police.
She stood and paced. The low-profile life she’d adopted in recent years, coupled with her childhood aversion to authority, had her second guessing herself. She didn’t want anyone poking into her business. Plus, there’d be no keeping it from Musko, and she didn’t want to worry him any more than she already had.
Dev watched her with laser focus, his expression unblinking, unreadable.
She’d been right about the man, and his energy. Both were hell bent.
So, what now?
As if in answer to her silent question, Dev slowly lifted his hands and placed them on Tan’s hindquarters.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
The stone around his neck glowed.
Tan grunted.
Not in pain. Like he did when she rubbed his belly.
Tan released his jaws from around Dev’s neck, slid off his chest, and bounded across the apartment, his tail wagging.
The way he’d done two years ago. When Musko first brought him home.
The whole thing happened in less than ten seconds. Meda clapped a hand over her mouth, ignored the sheen of sweat slicking her limbs. She stared. At Tan. At Dev. “Oh my God.”
Dev rose, adjusted the stone around his neck, which no longer glowed, she noted. He took a step toward her. She took a step back. Without her three-inch heels, he stood a head taller than her five-eight. He strode forward, crowding her. His eyes hot and green and intent on hers, his presence filled the room with zero charm and one hundred percent defiance.
He spoke, danger skirting the edge of his voice. “Do you have time to talk to me now?”[/scroll-box]



rebecca-neelyA sucker for a happy ending, Rebecca writes the kind of stories she loves to read—those featuring authentic, edgy and vulnerable characters, smack dab in the middle of action that explodes from page one.

Raised on a down home blend of Johnny Cash, Jack London, Sherlock Holmes, the Steelers, and all things small town, Rebecca feels blessed to have grown up in a close knit, fun loving and artistic family. Her mother, a voracious reader and scratch cook, and her father, an entrepreneur, English teacher and lover of literature, taught Rebecca and her brother to work hard, aim for the stars, and live life.

With music, books and laughter as constant companions, she grew up working, cooking and eating in the family’s restaurant business. A certified book and hoagie junkie, Rebecca thrives on live music, mysteries and the outdoors.

She’s a cheddar enthusiast, lover of cats, teddy bears, hot coffee, cold beer, thunderstorms, the blast of a train’s whistle, the change of seasons, country roads, woodpeckers, spoon rings, cool office supplies, and the Food Network.

Careers, past and present, include freelance writing, accounting, mother, problem solver, doer and head bottle washer.

Rebecca is a member of the Three Rivers Romance Writers, a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), and is honored to serve as a judge for several writing contests each year.

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