Mary O’Reilly Books

Dying is what changed Mary O'Reilly's life. Well, actually, coming back from the dead and having the ability to communicate with ghosts is really what did it. Now, a private investigator in rural Freeport, Illinois, Mary's trying to learn how to incorporate her experience as a Chicago cop and new-found talent into a real job. Her challenge is to solve the mysteries, get real evidence (a ghost's word just doesn't hold up in court), and be sure the folks in town, especially the handsome new police chief, doesn't think she's nuts. Twenty-four years ago, a young woman drowned in the swimming pool of a newly elected State Senator. It was ruled an accident. But now, as the Senator prepares to move on to higher positions, the ghost of the woman is appearing to the Senator's wife. Mary is hired to discover the truth behind the death. She unearths a connection between the murder and the disappearance of five little girls whose cases, twenty-four years later, are still all unsolved. As she digs further she becomes the next target for serial killer's quest to tie up all his loose ends.

Black Friday - the official opening of the Holiday Shopping Season - and Patrice Marcum is stuck in the middle of her local superstore with a crying infant, a near hysterical desire to just abandon the diapers and milk she desperately needs, and the snowstorm of the century dumping a half-foot of snow on the parking lot outside. She needs a miracle.The little old lady seemed sweet, but there was no way Patrice was going to leave three-month old Jeremy with a stranger. She looked outside at the snow-covered parking lot and saw yet another distressed shopper’s cart topple over in the drifts. The old lady sensed her distress and volunteered to call a store employee to help watch over Jeremy while Patrice got her car. The older gentleman, wearing a store badge with the name “Ron,” seemed too good to be true. What could be safer?Less than five minutes later, after brushing the snow off the van and driving across the crowded and snow-packed parking lot, Patrice pulls up in front of the store. Jeremy is not there. Pushing back panic, she rushes into the store and looks around. Jeremy is not inside either. She pushes through the line at Customer Service, the associate calls Ron on the intercom, and issues a Code Adam. When Ron appears and he’s only seventeen years old, Patrice realizes the worst. “Oh God! They’ve taken my baby!”Mary O’Reilly, Private Investigator, is decorating her office for the holiday season when the newly installed bell over her door jingles. She looks over to see a six year-old boy standing next to her desk. His name is Joey Marcum and he wants to hire Mary to find his baby brotherMary nodded. “Okay, Joey, but I’ll want to work with the police on this one. Do you have any problems with that?”Joey paused. “No, I guess you can talk to them.”“That’ll be helpful.”“But you can’t tell my mom you’re working for me,” he said, “Promise?”“Yes, I promise.”Joey shrugged. “I don’t think she’d understand, seeing that I’m dead, you know.”

Bradley crept forward between the tall narrow aisles created by the shelves. Just before he reached the corner he heard a thump, the sound of a body hitting the floor. He rushed forward into the corner of the room.The desk was empty. The chair was pushed up against it, neatly awaiting its usual occupant. No one was in the corner. No one was there to make the sound. No one...alive.A cold chill ran down his back. He really wanted to leave the room. Instead, he moved closer.He walked to the window and looked outside. Snow fell softly on the rooftops in the city of Freeport. It was Christmas Eve, a night of peace and miracles.“Go home.”He jumped around. The voice was just behind him. Even before he turned, he knew no one would be there.He rubbed the back of his neck, still cold from the breath that carried those words.The curse had killed another Law Enforcement Officer in Stephenson County, this time it struck on Christmas Eve. Nearly a dozen good men had died in the past four years and they all had the same unexplained symptoms. And Mary knew Bradley was next.

Stanley peered up into the shadows above the stage. There was a colorful blaze of fabric amidst the burgundy curtains and canvas backdrops. He moved closer, trying to get a better view from a different angle.“Hey, what’s this play about anyway?” Stanley asked. “Is it a Western?”“No, it’s a drama,” Rosie replied.“How come you need a dummy hanging from a rope?”She looked over quickly. “No one gets hanged in the play.”“Sure looks like it. Up there.”Rosie looked up to where he directed and saw the caftan and silk pants ruffling in the slight breeze of the theater twenty feet over the stage. “Oh, sweet heavens! Stanley,” she screamed. “That’s Faye!”Faye McMullen was murdered in cold blood at Winneshiek Theater and Mary O’Reilly and Police Chief Bradley Alden have to discover who done it before the murderer gets the chance to get rid of the prime witness... Mary O’Reilly.

Jeannine appeared in the room across from Mary. Her face was streaked with tears and she was visibly trembling. “Mary, I remembered,” she cried. “I remembered and it was awful.”The time has finally come for Mary to investigate Jeannine’s murder. As all clues point to someone in Bradley’s old neighborhood, Mary and Ian move in to the former Alden residence and pose as newlyweds to set Mary up as bait for the killer. With Stanley and Rosie at their side, they expose the darkness hidden in the depths of Bradley’s old neighborhood.

The last few students climbed through windows, black smoke billowing out of them. The teacher turned to his student. “I’ll let you down first.”“But Coach, whose going to help you?”“Hey, you’re my best fielder, I expect to jump right into your arms,” he said. “Just promise not to whip me over to Smith for a double play.”The young man, his face streaked with soot, grinned at his coach. “Yeah, Coach, I promise.”He took the young man’s hands in a tight grip and slowly lowered him out the window. When he had extended his reach as far as he could, he let him go.The student fell into the evergreen boughs, the prickly needles scraped his arms, but the branches kept him from hitting the ground. He rolled off the bushes and jumped up as fast as he could. He turned his eager face up to the window. “Okay, Coach,” he called.The explosion violently blew the windows out of the building. Screaming students darted across the lawn, barely escaping the shards of glass raining down on them. All of the students except Stevo, who still stood below the gaping hole in the wall, oblivious to the blood running down his face and arms. “Coach, Coach,” he screamed. “I’m here, Coach. Coach, I’m here.”Mary O’Reilly investigates the death of a beloved high school coach while she tries to overcome the repercussion of solving Jeannine’s murder.

The man smiled at Timmy. “That would be nice of you. Why don’t you lead the way?”Timmy moved past the man and started back up the hill. He heard the whoosh of something moving quickly through the air, but it hit him before he had time to react. He felt the impact against his head and his whole body flew sideways through the air. Landing in the dense ground cover, his face was momentarily buried in loose dirt, pine needles, dried leaves and twigs. Lifting his head, he took a deep breath and started to scramble away on his hands and knees. A strong hand caught him by the neck and pushed him back into the dirt.“Sorry, Timmy, I can’t let you go now,” the man whispered. “You’d tell.”Timmy Beck, Fireman Mike Richards’ boyhood friend, was killed twenty years ago, but everyone in the town is sure they caught the right man…or did they? Why is Timmy’s ghost still haunting Lake Le-Aqua-Na? Mary, Bradley, Ian and Mike investigate and find the true murderer may be much closer than they had ever expected.

Clarissa yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Will I ever meet an angel, Daddy?” she asked, as she snuggled into her pillow.He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. “I’m sure you will, sweetheart,” he said. “You just have to watch for them.”She nodded sleepily. “Night Daddy, I love you.”“I love you too,” he whispered, to the already sleeping child.A fierce feeling of protectiveness struck him as he watched her sleep from the doorway. There is no way anyone is going to take her from us, he vowed silently. Not while I’m alive. The trial for Gary Copper has begun, but was there another murder in his past? One that would change the future for Bradley’s daughter? And as Rosie and Stanley prepare for their wedding, they both have some ghosts in their own closets they will have to deal with.

Gloria Foley turned off the light in the hallway and made her way slowly upstairs to bed. She paused at the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom and shook her head. It had been such an emotional day for all of them. She prayed she would have the strength to get them both through these treacherous teenaged years.Slowly turning the knob on the bedroom door, she quietly opened it to check on her sleeping child. Through the narrow opening, she could see the bed was still made and no one was sleeping on it. She opened the door wider and saw the shadow on the far wall and her heart clenched. Screaming, she flung the door open and ran to the figure hanging from the thick electric cord suspended from the ceiling fan. “No,” she screamed, as she tried to lift the inert body up to relieve the pressure against her neck. “Nooooooo!”The ghost of a teenager who committed suicide twenty years ago is haunting her family’s home. Can Mary link that death to the serial suicides of the girls who bullied her when she was alive? And with Gary Copper still on the loose, Mary and Bradley are faced with the challenge of keeping the newest member of their family safe and sound.

Mary closed her eyes in pleasure as the caffeinated beverage slipped down her throat. She’d been trying to cut back, but today she really felt like she needed one.“Excuse me, but that stuff will kill you.”The man’s voice came from right beside her. Mary jumped, looked over to where the voice was coming from and jumped again. “Oh! My! Goodness! You’re naked,” Mary said, sliding a stool over to get away from the ghost sitting next to her.The ghost looked casually down at his fleshy and very naked body and nodded, “So it would seem I am,” he said. Mary reached across the bar, grabbed a folded linen napkin and slid it towards him. “Well, at least cover yourself,” she said. “This is a public place.”“No one has ever noticed me before,” he said. “I’ve sat here at this bar in my altogether for about ten years.”“Ten years? What happened ten years ago?”“I was murdered in my hotel room,” he said with a shrug. “Don’t know how they got to me, but it must have been them.”“Who is them?” Mary asked.A famous mystery writer drowns in a hotel bathtub… an accident or foul play? His ghost thinks it was murder. His mystery writer colleagues want to help Mary solve the case. Gary Copper is still on the loose and gunning for both Bradley and Mary. And, in between all of the murder and mayhem, Mary and Bradley are trying desperately to finally walk up the aisle. Will they ever become husband and wife?

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?

Mary O'Reilly is shot in the line of duty and discovers, with the help of three very wise ghosts, what her new gift is all about.

Was it raining outside? Dale Johnson wondered as he woke up. It was dark and he could hear the sound of rain hitting the roof. Suddenly, he was pelted with something small and hard. He opened his eyes and sat up, nearly fainting in the process. His head was pounding. What the hell happened?He was pelted again and realized he was being hit with small pieces of corn. His stomach twisted and his heart pounded. He wasn’t in his house; he was in the grain silo! Struggling to his feet, he lurched to the wall and found the hatch. He found the latch and pushed, but it was stuck fast. Pounding on it, bloodying his hands, he tried again and again to unlatch the door. The grain was now being emptied into the silo in a rapid rate. Dust from the corn was filling the interior and Dale coughed as he continued to fight with the door. “Help me,” he yelled, “I’m caught in here!”The roar of the auger and the dump truck drowned out his voice, but he kept calling out and pounding on the metal door. “I’m in here,” he screamed, as the grain filled the bottom of the silo, first covering his feet, then his knees, his hips and finally, it was waist high.He thought about his family, especially his wife, who would be waiting supper for him. He thought about his grandkids, who he’d never see grow up. He thought about his kids and prayed they wouldn’t blame themselves for the accident. Finally, as the grain moved up past his chin, he took a final deep breath and thought about dying. A farm accident or murder? Could the murderer be one of his own children? And how will the ghost’s legacy change Mary’s future?

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 re-homing did not end well and Mary, Bradley and Mike search for a couple who “adopt” unwanted children and then murder them.

“But Sol, it ain’t haunted like you thought,” Marty argued cautiously. It wasn’t a good idea to get Sol too angry. “We’ve tried everything, séances, Ouija boards, mediums—everything. This place is just an old, empty house. A creepy, old house.”Sol shook his head, disregarding Marty’s words, and started up the tall staircase to the second floor. “It just has to seem like a haunted house,” he said. “We’ll keep the crowds coming if it seems like a haunted house. People pay good money to spend the night in a haunted mansion.” Marty followed him, shaking his head. “After that last paranormal research group came through and found nothing, we ain’t been getting the crowds like we used to,” he pointed out. “People look on the internet for everything. All they have to do is research the house and they’ll see we’ve been investigated by three different groups. They ain’t gonna pay top dollar to stay in the state’s most haunted house if it ain’t got no ghosts.”Sol stopped at the top of the stairs and waited for Marty. “Then all we need is a ghost,” he said.Marty shook his head and put his hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Sol, we’ve been at this for three years,” he replied. “The balloon payment is coming up in three months. We ain’t got the capital. We gotta let go of this place before we lose everything.”Shoving Marty’s arm off his shoulder, Sol paced angrily down the hallway. “Don’t you get it, Marty?” he growled, his teeth clenched. “I’m going to lose everything if this place doesn’t pan out. I sunk everything I owned into this place. I don’t have any reserves. I don’t have anything to turn to. This place has to work out.”Marty leaned one hand on the balustrade at the top of the staircase and sadly shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sol. I’d do anything to help you,” he said sadly. “But this place just ain’t got a ghost.”Sol sighed deeply and turned back to his friend, nodding his head slowly. “Thank you, Marty,” he replied.A icy tremor of fear swept through Marty’s body as he saw the cold, calculating look in Sol’s eyes. He lifted his hands defensively. “No, Sol, no,” he cried even as he felt the power of Sol’s body knock him backwards and down the stairs.A few moments later, Sol stood at the top of the staircase, looking down at the broken, lifeless body of his business partner sprawled unnaturally on the black and white, ceramic tiled, lobby floor. He leaned against the same balustrade that only moments before had been held by Marty and nodded. “And now we have a ghost.” Mary, Ian and Mike investigate a supposedly haunted house and discover there are more than just ghosts hidden behind its doors.

The death of a beloved fourth-grade teacher has haunted Andrew Tyler his entire life. Was it really an accidental death or was she murdered? And if it was only an accident, why did her ghost haunt the hallways of the old, abandoned school in Polo, Illinois? Andrew calls on Mary O’Reilly to solve the mystery and catch a killer who is still on the loose in the small town.

The bedroom door flew open with a powerful crash. “What the...?” Mary exclaimed. Mike nodded. “Yeah, well see, that’s the problem,” he said with a sigh. “You brought someone home with you tonight.”“What?” “And it looks like she’s not real happy about your relationship with Bradley,” he said.“I have a jealous ghost in my house?” Mary asked, astonished.Mike shook his head apologetically. “No, sweetheart,” he said. “You have a jealous poltergeist in your home.”As if on cue, the drawers in Mary’s dresser opened, and her clothing started flying across the room. Mary turned back to Mike. “Really?” she asked. “Like I need this now?”She walked into the center of her bedroom and immediately was hit in the face by a pair of her own underwear. And this time she was sure of it. She heard a giggle, and then suddenly the entire room was filling with swirling clothing.Bradley came running into the room and the ruckus ended. “What happened?” he asked.“I think I just met one of your former girlfriends,” Mary said, pulling a pair of underwear from out of her neckline. “And I don’t think she was very happy to meet me.”

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.

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.

It's Mary O'Reilly's first Christmas in Freeport and she's stranded by a snowstorm, so she can't make it home to Chicago for the holidays. During the storm she learns the true meaning of Christmas with the help of her new friends, Stanley and Rosie.

Mary O’Reilly Alden froze and stared into the living room. She could swear that something moved in there. She walked around the counter, towards the living room, and heard a soft giggle. It sounded like a child’s voice, but there was something about it that sent chills down her spine. “Who’s there?” she asked, walking to the entrance of the room.The giggle repeated, this time clearer. “I don’t find this funny at all,” she replied firmly, trying not to show her fear. “Now, if you want my help, you will show yourself.”She looked around and saw the branches of the Christmas tree shake. She started to step forward, but a sudden grip of instinctual fear held her back. The giggle repeated, and then the voice called out, “Mary. Mary. I’ve found you.”Mary gripped the edge of the couch, her knees weakening beneath her. It was the voice from the asylum, and it was in her home. The spirit from the asylum has followed Mary O’Reilly home for the holidays. But there are no chestnuts roasting on the open fires he’s creating. With Rosie and Stanley in danger, will Mary and company be able to assure themselves of a Merry Christmas, or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

Mandy, a novice nurse at Freeport hospital, took the elevator down to get supplies for her area. It only took a moment to go from four down to three. The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit floor. She walked out and glanced to her right. The empty nurses station was just down the hall before the double doors that she assumed led to the now empty rooms. There were a few boxes on the counter that surrounded the station, but other than those, the station was empty. She turned to the left and saw the closed door with the word “Supplies” stenciled on it. Hurrying over to the doors, she pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock. A light switch was conveniently located right inside the door and Mandy switched it on. Bright light flooded the interior of the supply room. Metal shelves lined up in narrow aisles throughout the room. She easily located the sheets and also found a plastic tub she could use to carry them upstairs. She piled the sheets into the tub, carried them out of the room, then turned off the light and then locked the door.Hefting the tub back into her arms, she turned around and was surprised to see a little girl standing next to the empty nurses station. Mandy guessed the little girl was about eight years old. She had a hospital gown on and her hair was styled in two braids that hung on either side of her head. She must have wandered away from the Pediatric Ward on the second floor. “Hey sweetheart,” she said. “I’m Mandy. Are you lost?”The girl stared at the nurse for a long moment, but didn’t answer.“Come on, I can bring you back to your room,” Mandy coaxed, not wanting to frighten the child. The child didn’t respond. Mandy put the tub down, looked back up and the child was gone. Shaking her head in surprise, Mandy slowly stepped forward, her heart thumping in her chest. The little girl must have dashed behind the counter, that had to be where she was. “Little girl,” she called. “Where are you?”She peeked behind the nurses station expecting to find the child hiding, but no one was there. All of the cabinets and desks that used to be behind the counter were gone, so just the shell of the counter stood around her. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go.A chill ran up Mandy’s spine.She backed away from the station, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. She grabbed the tub of sheets and dashed to the elevator, beating on the button in desperation. Not daring to look over her shoulder at the wing behind her. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and she nearly tripped getting in, she was so eager to leave the floor. She pressed the fourth-floor button and gasped with relief when the doors opened into the bright floor.Mary and Bradley help solve the mystery that is keeping the ghosts of thirteen children stranded in an unused section of the hospital. And, with Mikey arrival imminent, they prepare for other changes in the Alden household.

Clarissa Alden and Maggie Brennan have been friends since they were little girls, each sharing the unique circumstance of being adopted when they were babies. But they also shared the secret of Maggie’s special gift of being able to communicate with ghosts. Now, as college seniors, they find themselves caught up in a murder mystery to help exonerate a man who helped Clarissa when she was a little girl, lost in the streets of Chicago. Will Christmas bring the miracle they hope for? And will the spirit of the season bring unexpected gifts?

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 trimmings and trappings of trying to create a perfect Christmas leave Mary O'Reilly Alden grumbly and tired. And after one disastrous morning, she wishes that her life was like those portrayed in her favorite channel's Christmas romances. A place where everything and everyone is perfect. But Mary soon learns that she needs to be careful of what she wishes for.

Mary has so much to do to get prepared for the holidays - and she has a nasty cold on top of it all. But what can she do when an old friend asks for her help? Especially if that old friend is Saint Nick - who is certainly not as jolly as he should be. Not only does Mary need to help Santa solve a mystery that could ruin Christmas - she also needs to help others understand who is Truly Santa.

Bradley Alden was at the end of his rope. He'd destroyed his career, lost his family, and was on the verge of bankruptcy. He had nowhere to go but up. When he was offered the job as Chief of Police for the Freeport Police Department, he jumped at the chance to get his life back on the straight and narrow path. Little did he realize that this decision would change his whole life and open him up to things he never could have imagined. This new Mary O’Reilly story is Bradley’s point of view of the events in Loose Ends—A Mary O’Reilly Paranormal Mystery (Book 1). So, please don’t read this book until you’ve read “Loose Ends”, or some things might not make total sense to you. Divergent Paths is its own story—and you will get to know Bradley so much better and even get a different perspective on the events happening in Loose Ends—but the two books really work so much better together. I really hope you enjoy this book. I really loved writing it.