JAYNE CASTLE ANNOUNCES SILVER MASTER

I'm thrilled to tell you that SILVER MASTER, the fourth book in my Ghost Hunter series -- written under my JAYNE CASTLE name -- is in stores as we speak! It features a hero, Davis Oakes, who is a security specialist with a really bizarre psychic talent. His paranormal ability has seriously messed up his love life and cost him a fiancée -- a woman who had been described as "absolutely perfect" for him by a very expensive matchmaker. Hey, even a pricey matrimonial consultant can make a mistake when she tries to find a good match for a guy with Davis's little "eccentricity".

The problem is that the experience left Davis with a very low opinion of those in the matchmaking profession. Unfortunately, Celinda Ingram, a very high-end psychic matchmaker, needs a bodyguard who can double as a date for her sister's wedding. Davis gets the job.

Here's a little taste of the story...

Celinda came to a halt at the top of the stairs and looked down. There was no sign of Araminta.


She heard Davis’s footsteps behind her. He stopped and looked over her shoulder, gazing down into the empty stairwell.

“Had a feeling this case was going a little too smoothly,” he said without expression.

“Hey, it’s not my fault Araminta ran off with the relic," Celinda said.

His eyes narrowed. “She’s your dust bunny.”

“Araminta doesn’t belong to me. She’s a companion. She’s very independent and she obviously considers that artifact her toy. I’ll bet she’s going to hide it somewhere.”

“In which case, she’ll eventually retrieve it.”

She’d known him less than forty minutes but she already knew enough about Davis Oakes to realize that he wasn’t about to give up easily. This was a man who, once he set an objective, kept going until he reached it. Furthermore, he was currently working for Mercer Wyatt which meant he had the full power of the Cadence Guild behind him. What chance did one small dust bunny have?

She needed to find a way to take the heat off Araminta.

She dashed the back of her hand across her eyes and put a tremor in her voice.


“Araminta has probably run away for good. I’m going to miss her so much. She was my little pal.”

“In my experience, once dust bunnies form a bond with a human, they are fiercely loyal,” he said, showing no signs of sympathy. “Your little pal will be back. She’ll probably be waiting for you when you get home tonight.”

So much for that ploy. Nevertheless, she sniffed and blinked furiously, as though trying to suppress a flood of tears. “I have your card, Mr. Oakes.” She put a tremor in her voice. “I’ll give you a call if she ever shows up again and brings back the relic.”

“You do that.” He went back out into the hall. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to do. See you at seven tonight.”

That stopped her cold. She cleared her throat. “I, uh, sort of assumed that this new development meant our date was probably off.”

He paused and looked back at her, smiling dangerously. “Guess again, Miss Ingram. You and I are going to be spending a lot of time in each other’s company until that damn relic reappears.”

She knew a threat when she heard one.

“No offense, Mr. Oakes, But under the circumstances, I don’t think it would be a comfortable evening for either of us.” She tried a bright, vivacious little smile. “What do you say we postpone the issue of a date until we see whether or not Araminta comes back with the artifact?”

“Not a chance,” Davis said. “By the way, you can forget about taking a cab to the restaurant. Something tells me you might not show up.”

“Oh, good grief, if I say I’ll be there, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You don’t have my address.”

“Not a problem. I’m a private investigator, remember? I find things. You’d better believe I’ll find you.”

--Jayne