Dream Job?
By Linda Palmer
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Her methods actually work, the reason she was able to help WSL agents find a dangerous cult leader on the run. Now she is trying to find a high-profile politician from Georgia who is also a murderer. Up until now, her dreams have come in threes with a trio of hints in each. While the dreams generally change in locale, theme, and intensity, the hints in each are the same…sort of. A river in one could be an ocean or pond in another. RJ keeps a dream journal to help her figure out the common denominators, in this example water. But the challenge doesn’t end there. Is her assigned villain in a swimming pool? In a bathtub? Or watering his lawn?
The work is challenging, but she loves it…until she dreams about herself in a plane that crashes. Although tempted to blow off the dream, she fears it has something to do with plane tickets she just bought so she can fly to Florida for her parents’ anniversary. Nate, her supervisor suggests driving might be smarter. He also recommends that she hire a bodyguard to go with her and even gives her a name: Wyck Hardy. Wyck isn’t a full-time professional, but does have experience in personal protection. In spite of the fact that he thinks psychics are psycho, RJ hires him. Maybe this trip with be an eye opener for him. Or will it be an eye opener for her?
Linda Palmer
Linda Palmer admits it all started when she fell in love with Roy Rogers in the fifties. The family TV was boxy; the picture was black and white. That didn't matter. Roy's cowboy courage won the day and inspired her to create elaborate scenarios when playing with her sisters and friends outside. Indoors, she read romances in every genre from Sci Fi to Gothic. Linda began writing for pleasure in the third grade, mostly poetry, and has letters from her grade school teachers predicting she'd be an author. Her poems eventually became short stories; her short stories became books. And even though a writing career was never actually a dream, it was something she pursued with intent after winning some writing contests and joining local and national writers' groups. Silhouette Books published Linda's first romance novel in l989 and the next twenty over a ten-year period (writing as Linda Varner, her maiden name). In 1999 she took a ten-year break to take care of her family, but learned that she couldn't not write. She began again in 2009, changing her genre to young adult/new adult paranormal romance. She has now written over a hundred novels and novellas ranging from traditional romance to erotica. Linda was a Romance Writers of America Rita finalist twice and won the 2011 and 2012 EPIC eBook awards in the Young Adult category. She was also a finalist in that category in 2013 and in 2014. Linda has been married to her junior high school sweetheart over fifty years and lives in Arkansas, USA with her family. Ever a hopeless romantic, she still falls for unattainable Hollywood heroes that inspire her to write romances about alpha males and the women who stand up to them. Linda hints that her current crush's name starts with Tom and ends with Hardy. Her website is www.lindavpalmer.com. You can also find her on Facebook: Linda Varner Palmer.
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Dream Job? - Linda Palmer
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Prologue
Do exactly what I say, and no one gets hurt.
My startled gaze landed on a man who'd just risen from his seat directly across the center aisle from me. I realized another guy had stood at the front of the midsize plane and was attacking the cockpit door. Both brandished guns.
Are you shitting me?
Unbelievably, a male passenger two rows forward had stood to challenge them. He had his back to me, but I could tell he was young.
Bang! Down he went. No warning. Just a point-and-shoot to the back of a head that needlessly ended a life.
The shooter grabbed my hair—mine—and yanked hard. Yelping in pain, I staggered up and into him there in the aisle. Capturing me with an arm of steel, he moved us toward the guy who'd managed to expose the cockpit. The entire plane abruptly dropped. Screaming profanities, my captor regained his footing. But then the nose of the plane dipped, tossing us all and ramping up the chaos. This is it, I thought as the whining plane headed straight for solid ground. A God-almighty crash threw us to the floor. The world went dark.
Sometime later, I sucked in air and opened my eyes. I saw bodies strewn everywhere—on the ground, in the palm trees, among the rubble with me. I'd landed on sand with something, no, somebody, pinning my legs. A shattering explosion rocked the wreckage. To my right, flames burst and spread. Deafened, I tasted the roiling black smoke before it blinded me. Another blast shook the ground beneath us. Our twisted metal prison shuddered. Burning debris rained down.
Run, Rachel.
It's not too late to die.
Chapter One
Wow, RJ.
Taylor Newman swooped into my cubicle and grabbed my chin to peer into my bloodshot brown eyes with her gorgeous baby blues.
I groaned and swatted at her hand. I know, I know.
Nightmares took their toll, even if I wasn't in them. If I was, well, this is apparently what happened: dark circles, red eyes, and jitters. I rarely dreamed about myself, and never about being on a hijacked plane that crashed. With that vivid scenario still lodged in my head, I'd been useless all morning. Really bad dream.
Taylor grinned. But that's wonderful!
She sat on the edge of my desk. Tell me, tell me.
I shook my head. This one was totally random.
Her grin vanished. Oh. Sorry.
I just shrugged.
Georgia politician Mark Paul O'Brien, wanted by authorities for killing his mistress, was our current most-wanted assignment. I'd dreamed about him for two nights in a row and expected to do the same last night, a psychic process that was slowly but surely taking shape. Finding him was, after all, my goal at the moment, and I'd been so sure I was making progress. Instead, I got nightmares about myself that made no sense at all in an O'Brien context.
We all felt pressure to find our man. Probably because it hadn't been too far back that psychics were reviled. It all started when a man with mental gifts predicted a calamity that actually happened. Instead of getting thanks for the warning, he was blamed for the disaster by a radical evangelist furthering an agenda of hate. The whole thing steamrolled until psychics around the world had been forced to hide their mental abilities.
But a few years ago, the World Security League, a respected organization that located global criminals, unexpectedly sent out a controversial all-call for anyone with mental gifts. The resulting success of their Mind Studies Branch, located in a Wyoming castle, no less, now made it okay to know things, which both Taylor and I did. She had visions. I had dreams, in theory about whatever bad guy we'd researched for days in our turret lab.
RJ?
I jumped. Had Taylor just asked me something? Sorry. What?
It's time for lunch. Did. You. Bring. Food?
She carefully enunciated every word like I was deaf or something.
I elbowed her. No.
I'd been too distracted to make a sandwich that morning, and the nearby Institute had a divine cafeteria.
Come on, then.
Taylor and I soon descended the narrow stairs that were the only entrance to our lab. Dressed in our business attire—pants and jackets, nice blouses, real shoes—we passed through an underground tunnel to join students, teachers, and staff streaming through the cafeteria's outside doors. It was crowded for a Monday, I thought, as always a little awed to be entering a tastefully updated dining area from a secret stone passageway only discovered a few months ago.
The castle proper housed the WSL's Rutledge Institute. Both Taylor and I had graduated high school there. The Institute offered regular classes as well as labs that explored all things mental. The cost of tuition was a year of fulltime work after we got our diplomas, a challenge I'd enjoyed so much that I'd never left. There were still doubters out there of course, among them my parents, though they supported WSL goals overall. There were also still haters, even though the WSL went to great lengths to keep psychic agents anonymous. For that reason, I'd never felt threatened by the general public or by families and associates of the most wanted creeps we succeeded in locating.
Bibi Tipton, a vivacious blond currently working her mandatory year, was already seated alone at one of the tables in the vast dining room with its vaulted ceilings and huge fireplace. Since we'd worked with her in the past, we joined her once we got our food. Me, a grilled chicken salad; Taylor, a club sandwich.
So what's new?
Taylor asked her before taking a bite.
I cringed. Here we go.
Bibi's skills were clairvoyance and clairaudience, and her resulting knowledge of all things WSL, as well as her lack of a filter, kept everybody up on the latest gossip. While her colorful comments sometimes bordered on snarky, I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. She was, in my opinion, more ditzy than dangerous. Ben Brady and Maddie Harvey are engaged.
No surprise there,
Taylor said. We both knew Ben, a WSL agent who'd recently gone undercover in Tennessee to check out one of Bibi's leads. He'd apparently flipped for Maddie, a civilian he'd met. Since she'd actually followed him back to Wyoming, an engagement wasn't that big a surprise.
Bibi gave us a smug smile. Miles personally tested her last week.
He was an excellent instructor/agent we all loved.
That got me. A civilian with gifts wasn't that common. How'd it go?
Bibi laughed in obvious glee. She sees ghosts.
Taylor blinked. No way!
Seeing spirits was the curse, er, gift, no psychic wanted, especially one working in an Irish castle built by a man trying to keep his homesick wife happy. Authentic in every way, it was truly haunted by the spirits of everyone who'd ever lived in it. I felt sorry for any student, employee, or guest who could see them.
Tossing her blonde hair, Bibi opened her mouth to tell us the whole story.
I delicately detoured her. That's really nice.
Anything else?
Taylor did love the scoops she provided.
Bibi thought for a second, her brows knitted in a frown. Oh! You heard Alyssa Underwood found Emil Soriano, right?
Alyssa was a student; Emil, a world's most wanted hiding in Nepal. She'd located him through items he'd left behind.
Taylor and I nodded. We'd celebrated with Aly a few days ago at a pub in Jackson, Wyoming, population ten-thousand-something, where we both had apartments. Lots of WSL employees did, and no wonder. The peaks of Grand Teton National Park and nearby Yellowstone provided a heavenly backdrop, plus there were three ski resorts in nearby Jackson Hole.
Then that's all I know.
Bibi inexplicably pouted. Or not.
Sigh. Everyone is saying Heather Miller and Wyck Hardy might be a thing, which is not good news. I've only been trying to catch his eye for-ev-er.
Who?
I knew Heather but had never heard of anyone named Wyck.
Taylor had. That guy who teaches martial arts at Rutledge on Tuesdays. If you haven't seen him here, you probably have in town. He's at Cold Sober almost every weekend.
Cold Sober Pub was just what it claimed to be, a place where underage drinkers could stay nonalcoholic aka legal. It was such a fun place that even customers who could imbibe hung out there.
I shook my head. Never met him.
Bibi's mercurial mood shifted from sad to happy, a nanosecond process. She's in for a treat when she does, isn't she?
Yes and no.
Taylor leaned closer. He's easy on the eyes, but doesn't think much of us, from what I hear.
'Us' being girls?
Bibi's burst of laughter hinted at a strong no.
Taylor sighed. "He likes girls just fine. In fact, I suspect he's a player. Most guys that good looking usually