4 Stars: "This is an inspired romance
with quirky characters who jump off the page. The fast-paced plot, with a dash
of paranormal and suspense, will keep you glued to your seat." —Romantic
Siren: December #1 Bestseller
When Samantha Taylor dropped out of her senior year of college to marry gorgeous and almost ten years her senior Dawson Foster, she never knew what she was getting into. But
Sam is a quick study, and a year into her marriage, she prepares to remove her unborn baby and herself from a bad situation before it's too late. A headlong tumble down some stairs, however, violently nips her plans in the bud. But someone upstairs has other plans for
Sam in the form of rough-and-ready, newly-expired bounty hunter, Dara Kelly.
Twice-divorced, Dara Kelly doesn't want to get married again, not even to luscious, Cuban-Irish Caution Foster. An African-American woman, she thrives in a profession where men set the rules, garnering respect and a tough reputation to match. But along with respect comes envy and enemies who will stop at nothing to gain a bounty…not even murdering a fellow skip tracer.
Genre: Contemporary Paranormal: Angels/Ghost/Interracial/Reincarnation/Suspense Length: Super Plus Novel (101,000 words)
"In Plain Sight by Gracie C.
McKeever is one story you can’t miss. This
book had me glued to the edge of my seat
until the very ending. The characters in
this book were well developed. I felt a
connection with Sam right away and I could
feel her passion for life just jump off
the pages. I also connected with Dara
Kelly right way. She has a “her way or the
highway” attitude that I loved and thought
completed this story perfectly. I have to
mention the sexy Caution, who is a very
hot leading male for this story; he made
me tingle with his sexy words. Of course
the villains in this story were also
great. After all, what is a suspense story
without a villain to jump out and grab
someone? I thought this plot was well
written and very exciting. I had no idea
which way the story would turn and what
new character would pop in next to
surprise me. This left me excited for more
dark and twisting fun. The ending caught
me by complete surprise. This book was a
great way to get away from everyday life.
I recommend you pick this book up and
spend the afternoon in a sexy and
mysterious tale." —Becky Gaede, Dark
"Wow, Ms. McKeever, wow! When this
reviewer first read the premise/synopsis
of this novel, it seemed to be very
convoluted and unreal, but through the
extraordinary talent that Ms. McKeever has
to make any story line believable, not
only did this great tale spring to life
but it was also extremely plausible and
realistic. It was difficult to write a
summary of this tale for fear of giving
away too much information, but please
believe that once a reader starts this
story, they will find it most difficult to
put down. Although this tale contains
fewer sex scenes than other books this
reviewer has read by Ms. McKeever, the
ones it does have pack a powerful erotic
punch. The characters in this story are
unforgettable, especially sweet. Sam, who
proves surprisingly strong and
tough-as-nails Dara, who shows flashes of
heart-tugging vulnerability. The ending of
this tale is not to be missed and was
deeply satisfying! Every time this
reviewer thought that the mystery was
solved, Ms. McKeever would throw yet
another plot twist into the mix. Ms.
McKeever has written a great tale that all
readers of erotic paranormal romance
should love. This one is truly a tour de
force. Highly recommended!"
—Leah, Love Romances and More
5 Sistah Hugs:
"In Plain Sight is a gripping,
sexually steamy, edge-of-your-seat,
cut-throat suspense that tackles
emotionally charged issues such as
interracial dating, racism, domestic
abuse, single parenthood, heartbreak, and
letting go of the past to truly love
yourself in the now. McKeever delivers a
story woven with such intricate scenes
soaked with adventure and suspense that a
reader will find it difficult to close
this book until the end. Characters are so
vivid, so realistic that I found my heart
skipping a beat as if I were racing
through Dara's dangerous escapades and
loving Caution Foster as if he were my
man. From brutal murder to sizzling erotic
scenes that simply melt your most sensual
parts, In Plain Sight is definitely
an erotic paranormal suspense you can not
afford to miss." —Tasha Martin,
SistahFriend Book Club
5 Kisses: "Gracie C. McKeever possesses an
incredible imaginative ability and the
gift to make any type of paranormal
element, no matter how unusual, appear
perfectly realistic and [acceptable]. With
any of her stories, there is never a
question of the reader's suspension of
disbelief, it occurs immediately,
naturally, and very smoothly. Her action
is fast-paced, and her characters are
well-delineated. We come to know them as
well as we understand our own friends and
family, if not better. Any book by Ms.
McKeever is well worth a first read and
subsequent rereads, but in the opinion of
this reviewer In Plain Sight is one
of her best!"
—Frost, Two Lips Reviews
4.5 Blue Ribbons: "I thoroughly enjoyed this book and couldn't put it down
until the last page was done. The triangle
between Samantha, Dara and Caution is
engrossing. You find yourself pulled into
the story and go through the emotional
roller coaster with Dara and Samantha.
Through it all there is still the fact
that Samantha's killer is still on the
loose which opens up a whole new aspect
because it is all connected. To tell
anymore would ruin the story. The love
scenes are magnificent and full of erotic
pleasure that never ends. Gracie McKeever
is an author who has gone to the top of my
auto buy list and after reading this tale
readers will understand why."
—Angel, Romance Junkies
"Gracie McKeever rocks with her wonderfully written stories that
draw you in and make you stop and think! Gracie has a gift with
words, with story lines that build and build to an explosive
ending. Go and read this author's work, you will not be sorry."
—Nicole Harvey, Paranormal Romance
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Samantha Foster drifted, memory fading in the wind as she
tumbled head over heels down the stairs, surrounded by
pitch-black silence before a burst of blinding white light
greeted her several yards away, gently vibrating.
She slowed. She didn't know how far she'd traveled, or to
where, and didn't know if she was in control or had totally
lost it. She just wanted the crazy ride to end. She'd had
enough, and was tired of hoping for a different ending to her
life than the pitiful reality.
Sam lowered her palms to her stomach, cupped her abdomen in a
protective gesture to shelter a life that had already been
lost. She'd failed before she ever had a chance to try, failed
despite her best intentions to remove her baby from a bad
situation while she still had a chance.
"Why?" One word, encompassing, and the omnipotent voice
We have plans for you.
"Plans? Why did you let me die then? Why not after I had my
baby? At least you could have let me have my baby!" Sam
sobbed. She wondered if she would have done a better job as a
mother than she had as a wife. She wondered how good she would
have been at protecting her baby once it was born. Then she
remembered her dream, the one where she made a clean getaway
from her ranting husband, their newborn son alive and
well behind her in his infant seat. Well, almost a clean
getaway. If memory served her, she'd crashed on the highway as
Dawson gave chase in his car, screaming about her not taking
his son anywhere.
Not a dream.
Sam sniffled, heart skipping with hope. "You mean it was
One reality. An alternate reality.
"Then you can send me back? I can have my baby, my life—"
Not in the way you expect.
What was that supposed to mean? It means, we have plans for
Sam wasn't so sure she liked the sound of that, but something
told her she didn't have much say in the matter.
They had plans for her.
* * * *
Kelly reached for her gun too late.
The shadow stepped across the threshold, gun drawn. He took
aim at her chest, fired, hitting her dead center.
Dara flew back, realization dawning as the bullet pierced her
Cop killers. Oh hell, oh damn…
Her old rival noiselessly, unhurriedly strode across the
carpeted floor past the skip cowering behind the bureau. He
smiled down at Dara as she crawled backwards, towards the
window, on her elbows and heels.
She reached behind her, pulled herself up on the windowsill,
blood seeping through skin, bone, and Kevlar, numbing her
limbs. She leaned a shoulder against the jamb as her assailant
leisurely switched guns, leering at her once more when he
raised the new weapon.
"I told you I'd pay you back no matter how long it took. No
one takes a skip away from me and gets away with it.
Especially not some lezzy cunt."
Dara wheezed, gurgling her next words. "Tarrent, think about
what you're doing."
"Oh, I have. Long and hard." He smiled, moving so close to
stare her in the eyes she thought for a moment he might have
changed his mind. Then he reached out to snatch the small gold
hoop from her left earlobe.
Dara gasped, then regretted it immediately.
"I'll keep this as a souvenir of our time together." He graced
her with sharp white canines as he pocketed the earring. "Be
glad it's not your ear. Not that you'll have much use for
either in a few seconds." He stepped back, taking aim at her
Barbarian, cannibal, man-eater…Dara closed her eyes,
knew she was a dead woman, but tried to get through to him one
more time. "Tarrent, ple—"
His next shot sent her crashing through the glass and tumbling
out the window.
* * * *
Dara landed on the hard pavement, surprised that she wasn't
dead and wishing she was.
Excruciating pain lit up every nerve ending in her body. She
was sure she had broken her back, among other major and minor
bones, in the fall, but her insides, they were the real
problem, on fire like someone had shoved a grenade packed with
razor blades inside her abdomen and detonated it. She'd heard
about talon slugs before, breaking onto the street in the
nineties, but had never come across anyone who'd used them, or
lived to tell about being shot with one. Leave it to that
mean-spirited bastard to use outlawed ammo.
The pain was unreal, unbearable, inhuman, and just when Dara
thought she couldn't take another minute of suffering, she
felt herself drifting—up, up, up, and away. Her body, however,
remained on the rain-slicked pavement, still and bleeding.
Someone brushed by her on Dara's way out. Someone on her way
in. Into Dara's body!
Dara sampled the other's soul as they crossed paths—her first
impressions raising her hackles—rich, spoiled, suburban
American princess. Bourgeoisie. Everything Caution's
grandfather loved, everything Dara loathed. Her next
impressions weren't much better—wheat-gold hair, sky-blue
eyes, young, petite, beautiful…and very dead.
Oh God! I'm gone, dead, kaput…
Was He punishing her? Teaching her a lesson?
No, punishing would have meant leaving her soul in her body
writhing in agony as her internal organs bled out. He had done
her a favor by pulling her out of her body when He had.
But, Mighty Isis, what had homegirl done to deserve the fate
Dara had just escaped?
Dara didn't have time to think much more on it. She hadn't
stopped drifting; her journey was just beginning. She was
mildly amused and mightily shocked that her trip seemed to be
going in an upward direction.
* * * *
Sam slammed into her new destination with such force, the
trauma left her breathless for several long moments. Awareness
– painful, corporeal awareness – forced her to finally take a
breath. She immediately regretted it, cursing Their plans and
wishing for sweet oblivion again. The broken neck was nothing
compared to what she was feeling now. Fire inside and out.
Heck, even her left earlobe throbbed! This new body must have
been thrown down several flights of stairs, if not the
roof of a tall building. How it still possessed the ability to
breathe and feel anything was beyond her. But not beyond Them,
All in time, Samantha.
Yeah, sure, You say. That's what They all say.
Might as well have been talking to the backward-talking
creature in Star Wars since the answers she'd gotten about her
predicament so far made about as much sense as Yoda’s
brain-twisting phraseology, and were about as satisfying.
"Dare! Dios mio, que paso?"
Sam opened her eyes as someone rushed over to her in the rain.
The dimly lit side street where she lay afforded little
opportunity to see her rescuer clearly. Or maybe he was her
attacker, for all she knew, coming back to make sure he'd done
the job right.
God, what had They gotten her into?
Take care, child. All will be well.
You're leaving me?
"No, chica! I wouldn't leave you for the world. And I'm
so sorry I was late."
Sam hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud until she saw the
horrified look on her rescuer's face and something else she
could just barely make out: guilt.
She tried to sit up and gasped as the stranger pushed her
back. He placed his rolled up leather jacket beneath her head
and opened her jacket to probe her rib cage with gentle
fingers. When one of his hands brushed the outer edge of a
breast, she slapped it away before she realized he was
searching for wounds, wounds inflicted despite a bulletproof
She felt the weight of the contraption against her chest and
abdomen, and the blood, wet and sticky against her skin, and
almost became sick with the implications.
Just how badly had this body been injured? And whose body was
it? Who was this Dare?
Gradually, pain faded as if fleeing in response to her
questions, or perhaps the stranger's touch. Sam didn't care
which, just that alleviation was at hand.
"Dios, I am so sorry, Dare. I…I was detained. I don't
know what else to say."
Sam didn't know what to say either, deciding not to say
anything at all for the time being, and just tried to take
She was in a cold, wet, dark alley and some strange man,
obviously concerned, obviously her friend, needlessly
ministered to her already healing body.
"I'm ready to get up now."
He frowned. "I really think you should wait for an ambulance."
"No!" Sam sprang to a sitting position, surprised that it
didn't hurt, almost not at all. She seemed to be completely
healed. She knew she had Them to thank for her miraculous
recovery. The least They could do. And for some reason, she
didn't think a trip to the hospital was in Their plans for
"All right, chica. Don't have a cow." He grinned grimly
as he helped her to her feet.
Sam glanced at him from the corner of an eye, wishing she knew
who he was, what his name was, and what her connection to him
"Did the skip do this to you? I didn't peg him for this rough
"Dios, you must have gotten knocked on the head pretty
"Guess so," Sam mumbled. "You're, uh…?"
"Diego." He grimaced at her incomprehension, shook his head.
As in? Sam wondered but didn't say it out loud. Partner in
crime? Partner in business? Life partner? Exactly how close a
relationship did they share?
"C'mon, I'm taking you home."
That was an answer she hadn't expected, and raised more
questions than it answered.
Where was home? Their home? His home? Her home?
She let Diego grasp her under an elbow and lead her out of the
alley, having no idea where they were going, but strangely
trusting him. She didn't see how she had a choice.
[Scene note: Sam, who is in
Dara Kelly's body, realizes that the man she thought is her
abusive husband Dawson turns out to be Dawson's identical twin
Shaken, Sam turned back to Dawson just in time to see he'd
unlocked the cuffs.
He stood in front of her, grinning, restraints dangling from
the pointer of his right hand as he whistled a nameless tune,
looking entirely too self-satisfied.
How the heck had he gotten out of the cuffs? Sam couldn't
remember being married to Harry Houdini!
Her heart hammered not just from the fact that she was in the
room with a dangerous escaped felon, the man responsible for
her death, but from the wicked butter-melting grin spreading
across her husband's face and reaching his eyes. She couldn't
tell whether he was enraged or just a little peeved, and
didn't want to find out, but he reached out and caught her
wrist with both hands, wrestling the Glock from her grip
before she could squeak.
Dumbfounded, Sam watched as he ejected the chambered round,
emptied the clip and pocketed it before placing the empty gun
atop the marble center island.
He stalked her around the kitchen as she tried to gain the
door. She dodged to her left, didn't fool him as he caught her
by an arm. Sam threw one leg behind his, but just as she was
about to flip him over a hip to the floor, Caution reversed
position in time to take her with him, cushioning her fall
with his body as they both went crashing to the linoleum.
She struggled as he flipped her beneath him, straddled her
hips, pulled her arms up over her head and grasped her wrists.
"You shouldn't do that."
Sam frowned. "Do what?"
"Thrust and plunge that way. I might get the wrong idea."
She struggled harder at his words and it only made him laugh.
"Let me go."
"You came into my house, Ms. Big Bad Bounty Hunter, pointing a
gun at me as if I was some dangerous felon, and now you
want me to let you go?"
"I was perfectly within my rights."
"And so am I, Ms. Kelly." He leaned in, lips a hair's breadth
from hers, and paused as he stared into her eyes. "Is this
what you wanted? Does this turn you on?"
Sam bucked. "Don't flatter yourself!"
"Actually, I'm flattering you." He leaned further, stirring
her hair with his breath as he brushed her cheek with his
lips, then murmured, "If I'd known you were into the kinky
bondage scene, we could have tried this a long time ago."
Sam squirmed, gasped when she met Dawson's hard erection with
her slit, and instantly felt moist heat between her legs as
her pussy gushed. "I'm not," she said.
He arched a brow. "Not flattered?"
"Not into the kinky bondage scene." Tell that to your
dripping wet cunt.
"Pity," he whispered. "Now, about this Dawson jazz…" He slid
his mouth up, ran his tongue over her full lower lip. "You've
never been fooled by my brother before. Besides my mother and
Grampa Brody, you're just about the only one in the world who
can tell us apart."
Fooled? Brother? Grampa Brody? What did he mean by brother?
Sam frowned, light slowly dawning before she saw red. She
should have known something was off-kilter when the man had
addressed Dara so familiarly.
That evil, deceptive witch!
Sam remembered the last thing Dara had said to her before
directing her to the townhouse: "I'm going to give you a
lead to the skip." Not lead Sam to the skip, but
give her a lead. Very subtle wording but it made all the
If the woman weren't already dead, Sam would make sure the
deed was done right the next time and kill Dara Kelly herself.
And Dawson! Talk about deceptive. He never once mentioned a
sibling, much more an identical twin. But then again, Sam had
never shown any overt interest, thus she only knew that he was
estranged from his family, and she stupidly had not pried for
the low down. She'd loved him, she'd married him, and the rest
hadn't concerned her blind sensibilities, not to mention her
overactive, twenty-two-year-old libido.
She'd married a stranger. A stranger with a twin. An identical
twin. Deliciously, erotically, lusciously identical.
Calm down, kiddo, that's what got you into this mess in the
first place. A fool and horny.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Pardon?" She really wanted to tell him that he'd have
her tongue in a few seconds if he didn't back off. His mouth
was so close, breath warm and enticing, if she reached out to
lick her lips, she'd touch his.
"This is a first. I've never seen you at a loss for words
Sam could well imagine. Dara Kelly didn't seem the type to
hold her tongue for anyone or anything, quite the opposite.
"I'm not at a loss. I've said what I need to say. And I want
you to let me go and get off."
"Anyone ever tell you you're a bossy cuss?" Dawson—or whatever
his name was— grinned, and Sam realized a total stranger held
her captive. She didn't even know his name, despite knowing
every angle of his gorgeous face.
How could she not tell the difference! He was so much more
intense than Dawson was, serious and somber, a very solid and
trustworthy vibe about him.
She wondered if the brothers were as alike as they were
different. They both seemed to have the same spicy sense of
humor; both had the same smooth, bronze skin, the
lean-like-a-runner's build; both instantly kicked her female
hormones into overdrive, but beyond these, Sam was almost in
the dark as to demeanor and mood.
Where was help when she needed it and why did ghosts only pop
up at the most inopportune times? Not that she had had much
experience with the latter, but couldn't Dara see that she was
in trouble? Or did she see and just not care?
Sam was tempted to call for Dara, but held back because of the
strange man astride her.
His name is Caution.
The words came out as if said through clenched teeth, and Sam
had to stop herself from searching the room for their source.
Instead, she caught movement on the island behind Caution's
hand, and peered as a cup and saucer violently rattled then
levitated from the marble surface.
She gawked, and blurted, "Look out!" right before the
ceramic-ware flew off the island towards the back of her
captor's head as if flung.
Caution didn't hesitate and ducked without blinking or
releasing her, and the cup and saucer hurtled past his left
ear, missing his head by centimeters before crashing into the
refrigerator and breaking into so many pieces.
Sam didn't know whether she was happy or disappointed the man
had such quick reflexes, thwarting an opportunity for her
Caution glanced behind him, eyebrows knitting as he turned
back to her with a twinkle in his eyes. "Neat trick."
Sam bit her tongue in denial, but decided to turn the tables
instead. "You too."
"The handcuffs. How'd you get out of them?"
"You're an escape artist?"
His enigmatic smile only emphasized the fact that he had her
where he wanted her, and that she was at a distinct
She should have been more nervous, more afraid, but once she
realized it wasn't Dawson imprisoning her, her fear had
evaporated. For the moment. Who knew what other sort of threat
this Caution represented, besides the assault he was currently
waging on her senses of course?
"So, what are we going to do about this impasse?" he asked
"You could try letting me go and getting off of me," Sam
repeated, but noticed he didn't seem in any particular hurry
to do either.
"I like it where I am."
"But I don't."
"You've made that abundantly clear the last couple of months."
Sam did not want to get into a debate about Caution and
Dara's relationship. "I'd rather not talk about that right
"Running away from our problems isn't going to solve
"You never gave me an answer to my proposal."
Proposal? Now this was getting just a little too sticky for
her. Sam decided she wanted not only to kill Dara the next
time she saw her, but also to make the woman sorry she'd ever
been born! "My hands are turning numb," she mumbled.
He smiled as he sat up straight, taking her with him and
holding her hands close to his chest. He slipped one cuff
around her left wrist and locked it so fast she didn't have a
chance to protest.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You wanted me?" Caution slipped the other cuff around his
right wrist and locked it. "You got me."
"You're coming with me?"
"Hardly." He stood, pulling her with him. "You're coming with
Sam got to her feet too, but stopped when he headed for the
"Upstairs to bed."
She arched a brow, heart drumming, and tried not to betray how
much his words affected her, tried not to betray how much
he affected her and that the thought of being alone with
him in a bedroom totally unnerved her; totally turned her on.
Who knew she had this kinky, naughty streak, that the thought
of him handcuffing her to his bed and having his way with her
would zap her pussy with fire and speed her heart to near
bursting? "You're kidding," was all she could manage in
"I kid you not, and I don't have the energy to argue with you
Like a two-year-old, she wanted to ask him a thousand
questions—Where was Dawson? Did Caution know his brother's
whereabouts, and/or was he harboring him? Why was Caution so
bone tired? Early day doing what?—among her top choices.
Instead, she quietly followed him into the large master suite
and swallowed hard as he closed the door behind them.
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Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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