The entire PALE series in one complete package!
Trixie is a wise-cracking waitress trying to work her way through college when a late-night storm blows in a stranger. He's not like the usual customers with his pale skin and dark clothes. Her kindness to him is rewarded with an invitation to his house in the country, and she finds herself in a sticky relationship when he returns her kindness with more than just a thank-you. A three-part series featuring love, lies, and laughter.
It all started with ketchup. I wasn't scheduled to work that night at the diner, but one of my coworkers slipped on a packet of ketchup and sprained her butt. That's why I was called in to fill her position that dark and stormy night when he showed up.
It was the usual chaos around the diner, a dirty little place off the intersection of Going and Nowhere, which, like this book, was the story of my life. I'd worked at the small, cramped, old-fashioned rectangular building for the last seven years and saw myself coming near the end of my college years without any way to brake and put the car of life in reverse. I was plump, but not fat, witty, but not mean, blond-haired, but not dumb, and made more friends than enemies with whom I met. It was a comfortable life, other than the stress of college and work, but not one with much prospect of becoming a millionaire and living a life of retirement at age forty.
If I kept up this pace, I could retire at four hundred and spend the rest of my days on life support.
One of my friends, Sheila, was helping me run the diner that night. The rush hour of regulars was over, the hour was late, and our muscles were tired from scampering from table to table all night taking orders. Sheila, a skinny young girl of twenty with as much ambition as a sloth, plopped herself down in a chair beside the door to the kitchen. She glanced outside and shook her head. “What a night,” she sighed.
She wasn't kidding. A storm raged outside the windows, the likes of which I'd seen only once or twice before. I'd just washed the outside of the windows yesterday, so that ensured that the wind blew leaves and rain against all of them. The wind blew so hard that people had trouble staying on their feet, and I swear I even saw a cow fly by, which was strange considering we were in the middle of the city.
“Trixie?”
“Huh? What?” That was my name, and Sheila was calling it.
“I said, do you think the power will go out? We don't have any way to keep the burger patties frozen if the fridge dies,” she pointed out.
I shrugged. “Then we'll have to take one for the team and eat them all ourselves,” I told her.
She snorted. “As if. I'd be so bloated I couldn't fit through the door.”
I shuddered; being stuck at work all night wasn't my idea of fun. Maybe somebody else's idea, but I wouldn't have been a part of that planning process. “If the power does go out, just don't open the doors.”
“Or hope it goes out after we leave,” she added. “How much longer do we have?”
I glanced at my watch and around the diner. Two diners were finishing up their meals. “We have an hour left, and then it's rough sailing through the storm.” I walked around the counter to one of the booths and glanced out the window. The streets were running with water. “Looks like some of the city's fine sanitary infrastructure isn't working right,” I told Sheila.
“The what's-it?” she asked me.
“The sewer drains are clogged,” I rephrased. “At the rate the rain's coming down, we might need to flip one of these tables over and use it as a boat to get home.” I glanced over to our two remaining customers. “Sirs, you might want to get a move on, or you'll have trouble getting through the streets.” The two men were nice enough to finish their meals, pay, and get out, leaving Sheila and me alone with just the cook in the back. He was as friendly as a bear awoken in mid-hibernation, so we didn't include him in our conversations.
After I showed the last man out and made sure the door shut behind him, I glanced at my watch. Half an hour left. Outside, the storm raged like a toddler hell-bent on destroying a model city, and the night was so dark I couldn't see more than a yard past the doors. The decrepit streetlights were broken, and the rain came down in sheets of thick silk. The owner of the diner was very strict about closing and opening on time, but the weather was so bad that it made me so nervous that my hand hovered over the lock.
I didn't even see the man until his face was pressed against the glass. My loud, vibrating scream registered on the Richter scale, and I stumbled back onto the floor when the door swung open. Sheila, my brave and bold friend, ducked down beneath the counter, and the cook stuck his head out of the kitchen.
The man who stepped inside was almost six feet tall with a fedora hat on his head and a heavy trench coat over his body. On the floor, I could even see his shoes; simple and black with pointy tips. What really scared me was his skin; it was as pale as paper, the white printer kind, not that colorful construction kind that's fun to cut up. He had a pair of bright blue eyes that stood out against the white color like Christmas lights on a snowman. This guy didn't look jolly enough to be Frosty, not with those pursed lips, though he was dripping on the floor I'd just cleaned an hour ago out of sheer boredom.
I started back when he bent down and offered his hand to me; it was covered in a thick black glove. “I'm sorry to have startled you. Are you all right?” he asked me in a deep, firm voice. It was the kind that would make a girl swoon to the floor if I hadn't already been down there.
I took his hand and was surprised by how warm it felt through the glove. He pulled me up with more strength than I'd give a man who looked like he had one foot in the grave, or a serious accident with flour. “I'm fine, just this stupid weather,” I replied as I brushed myself off. “But what can I do for you?” At this point, I normally let the customers seat themselves, but he wasn't a normal customer. Hell, he didn't look like a normal person, not with those bright eyes staring unblinkingly at me. Gave me the willies, creeps, heebiejeebies, and made me a touch nervous. I also wanted to close up early, now more than ever, with Dracula standing there. I wouldn't have minded a bit of ravishing because he wasn't bad-looking without the pale skin, but the bloodsucking was a bit of a drain on a relationship.
“Coffee, your strongest,” he requested. He shuffled over to the counter and took a seat in the very center. That was my work area for the evening, so I sighed and went around the counter to find Sheila still cowering beneath there.
I glared at her and gestured for her to get up, but she shook her head. I glanced up and caught the customer staring at me funny, probably because I'd been mouthing words of warning at my cowering coworker. I plastered a wide, terrifying grin on my face and fetched a cup of our drink. At this late in the evening, it wasn't so much coffee as it was sludge filled with coffee grounds. It was guaranteed to keep the drinker awake for five days or bring them back from the dead. The guy didn't look like he needed a remedy for the second, so I figured he wanted to be up during the day.
I filled the cup with the oozing mess and plopped it down in front of him; the surface jiggled. The damn thing had attained sentience. “Careful, it's, well, alive,” I warned him.
The stranger was mesmerized by the jiggling. “Is it safe to drink?” he asked me.
“Yeah, but you'd better hurry and drink it before it demands citizenship,” I advised. At that moment, I felt a tug on my leg; Sheila wanted my attention. “Excuse me for a moment, I think the rats want to talk to me about their union dues.” I had enough time to see his bewildered expression before I slipped beneath the counter. I dropped my voice to a low, hissing whisper so he couldn't overhear. “What are you doing? Get up!”
Sheila shook her head, and her eyes were wide and as round as dinner plates. “Not with that creepy guy! Did you get a look at his face through the door?” she squeaked.
“I'm pretty sure I got a good look at him from five inches away,” I replied. “Now get up and show what kind of a man you can be.”
“But I'm not a man, and I just want him to leave!”
“Then it's time you traded in your breasts for some balls and stood up,” I hissed back at her.
“Is there a problem?” the stranger spoke up.
Mara Burt
I love your paranormal books.I have a very vivid imagination, everything I read I see.
Mac
That sounds like you’re watching a movie while reading a book! Lucky! (lover of movies here 🙂 )
Meredith
Hey there ; So I’ve Never read or heard any of your books/series (But wish I did alot sooner) ! I loved Pale Stranger! Is on my list now of Fab books . Your a great writer & have a good /interesting imagination! Thankyou for publishing this/ being a writer ; Want to read the rest (definitely) .
Mac
Thanks so much for the kind words! We authors eat these up, and always appreciate them!
Sana
The 2nd and 3rd book of pale series, is it available to read online or to download in epub/pdf? I really enjoyed your works 😀
Mac
The only way to download those books (legally, that is) is to purchase them at one of the retailers.
Sana
Thanks a lot 🙂
Your works are really amazing
Keep up the good work! We are waiting for more 🙂
kimberly
absolutely loved the writing on pale stranger. totally my favorite.
Mac
Thanks! It was great fun writing!
Sansa
Love the covers but
When the next one is coming.?
Mac
Thanks so much for the cover compliment. The next installment is coming this Tuesday!
Lisa Cottrell
I love the covers for this series. I haven’t read the series yet but I want to.
Mac
Thanks! I had a lot of fun (and some frustration) making them!
Destiny
These book were very fun to read. I don’t know how you do it but your writing just pulls me in. I have lots of book you have written. I just found this series I really enjoyed it. Are you going to write another part? If so I would be very thankful.
Mac
I haven’t planned on one, but if I get a great idea I’ll definitely write it.
mahreen
Sorry Mac but I was still not able to get those books I read Pale stranger from obooko.com . others are not available there. I would love to read ur other books n series too but here in Pakistan things are harder to get specially some good novels n books . well anyways I wish I could read some quality novels. Whenever I get one others are not available. I saw u replied to my comment I appreciate ur updates.
Regards
Mahreen.
abena
Love it
mahreen
i love ur book pale stranger the first one on the series. i couldnt find others on line… it is really outstanding..
n hey i like the way u rite .. m from middle east its not easy to get a grip on good books.. keep me updated with ur books will u.
all good wishes from me.
regards,
mahreen
Mac
Thanks a lot! I placed the other two books in the series in all the same online stores as the first, so maybe try putting their names in the search engines? The names are Pale Companion and Pale Lover.
mahreen
I could not find these two books there in obooko northern I was able to find them in book stores.
Tanmay
hey Mac , I just became a fan of your romantic series ”Desired by the wolf” but why is it that there is not much information about you on internet??
Mac
I never thought I was that interesting, but I guess I should fill out my FAQ page to include some personal-ish details 🙂
Mac
I’m glad you’re enjoying the PALE series so much. As for other related series, my Being Me series and the stand-alone novel Loving Ireland are probably the closest to the same genre. My other books are contemporary paranormal with more adult scenes, so they’re not as closely related to PALE as the two I listed above, but feel free to check out the freebies of my series. All the first installments in the serials are free for download.
nicole
Thanks for letting me know. That’s not long to wait but I’m sure how ever long it is will be worth it. This is the first book of yours that I’ve read. I see you have many series. What do you recommend I try in the mean time?
nicole
I’m hooked on this one when will part 3 be out?
Mac
It should be out in the next two weeks 😉