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Marin Sinclair, Book 2

 

Suspense Thriller

 

Date Published: 09/15/2025

Publisher: RabbitHole LLC

 

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When Marin Sinclair discovers teenager Garret Washburn in danger from a
deadly conspiracy involving bootlegged alcohol, wolf-witches, an election
campaign, murder, and an unknown bomber, she looks to Navajo Nation Police
Sergeant Justin Blue Eyes and Federal Agent Cullen MacPherson to help protect
Vangie Tso’s son from the dark forces at play.

 

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How far would you go to honor the last request of a dying friend? In the heart of the Navajo
Nation, Changing Woman—a central Holy Person in the Dinéh creation story—embodies
harmony and balance in the cycle of life. Her enduring spirit sets the stage for ‘Changing
Woman’s Hair’, a gripping novel where crime, mythology, and cultural identity collide.
Marin Sinclair is reeling from the death of her beloved friend and mentor, Evangelina Tso, but
when she finds Vangie has appointed her as guardian to her teenage son, Garret, Marin must
grapple not only with her own grief but with whether she will accept or refuse the challenge of
guardianship. How can she hope to earn the trust of a teen who blames her for both his
mother’s death and his father’s desertion?
As Marin struggles with her decision, she is drawn into a murder investigation when Navajo
Nation Police Sergeant Justin Blue Eyes responds to a stolen vehicle call and discovers a
murdered boy inside, a boy who was a close friend of Garret’s. The growing number of reports
of vehicle theft and attacks by fire-wielding skinwalkers—Dinéh wolf-witches—on lonely
reservation highways have also drawn the attention of federal agent Cullen MacPherson,
currently on liaison assignment to a political entourage in a US Senator’s bid for reelection.
Events converge during a horseback trip amid the towering ruins of Canyon de Chelly, where
the canyon walls are streaked with the black varnish called Changing Woman’s hair. Here Marin
looks to the ever-mysterious Lewis George for help when their party faces a rising tide of
dangers—murder, political violence, and a deadly cascade of bomb attacks. Marin’s journey
tests her courage and her loyalties as she navigates not only the external threats but her own
ghosts of past regrets, betrayals, lost love, and the on-going question of who and what
constitutes family.

About the Author

Jan D. Payne
Drawing from her own life story in the Four Corners area of the Navajo
Nation, author Jan D. Payne offers readers a journey into the heart of the
American Southwest in a modern-day romantic suspense series. Writing
characters who navigate diverse cultural influences to explore the lines
between the seen and the unseen, the modern and the traditional, the present
and the past—she creates a world where the impossible becomes possible,
and mythical legends come to life.

Jan is a member of Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West. She
and her husband live in northern Minnesota with their three big
dogs—Kaibab, Rudi, and Orrin. Visit her website at: jandpayne.com

 

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Marin Sinclair, Book 2

 

Suspense Thriller

 

Date Published: 09/15/2025

Publisher: RabbitHole LLC

 

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When Marin Sinclair discovers teenager Garret Washburn in danger from a
deadly conspiracy involving bootlegged alcohol, wolf-witches, an election
campaign, murder, and an unknown bomber, she looks to Navajo Nation Police
Sergeant Justin Blue Eyes and Federal Agent Cullen MacPherson to help protect
Vangie Tso’s son from the dark forces at play.

 

About the Author

Jan D. Payne
Drawing from her own life story in the Four Corners area of the Navajo
Nation, author Jan D. Payne offers readers a journey into the heart of the
American Southwest in a modern-day romantic suspense series. Writing
characters who navigate diverse cultural influences to explore the lines
between the seen and the unseen, the modern and the traditional, the present
and the past—she creates a world where the impossible becomes possible,
and mythical legends come to life.

Jan is a member of Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West. She
and her husband live in northern Minnesota with their three big
dogs—Kaibab, Rudi, and Orrin. Visit her website at: jandpayne.com

 

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Marin Sinclair, Book 2

 

Suspense Thriller

 

Date Published: 09/15/2025

Publisher: RabbitHole LLC

 

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When Marin Sinclair discovers teenager Garret Washburn in danger from a
deadly conspiracy involving bootlegged alcohol, wolf-witches, an election
campaign, murder, and an unknown bomber, she looks to Navajo Nation Police
Sergeant Justin Blue Eyes and Federal Agent Cullen MacPherson to help protect
Vangie Tso’s son from the dark forces at play.

 

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—“It’s likely the same guys,” Franklin
whispered. “You need to go for help. Get word to Sergeant Blue
Eyes.”

“I can’t go without you,” she said, and Franklin took her
hand and pressed it against his side. When she pulled her hand away, it was
wet and sticky.

“You’re bleeding!” she said, and Franklin’s nod was
dimly visible in the darkness lit only by the fires. “I’ll find
something to help,” Marin said, and crawled through the hogan’s
entrance, searching by feel until she found several pieces of soft clothing or
bedding.

“Hold this over the wound and press,” she said, making a thick
pad. She tied the pad around Franklin using a length of bale twine, and he
gasped, then sat taking deep breaths.

“Sorry, we need to get the bleeding stopped,” she whispered.

Franklin took another breath and gave a low whistle. A horse broke away from
the bunched group and came close to the rails, snorting softly.

“Here is your friend, Otekah,” Franklin said and ducked into the
corral. “You must take her and go.”

“Go where?”

Franklin didn’t answer. He took a rope from a corral post and ran the
rope behind Otekah’s ears, made a quick turn around the mare’s
muzzle, and looped a knot into the side of the make-shift halter. He pushed
the end of the rope into Marin’s hands.

“No,” she said. “I can’t leave you. You’re
hurt.”

“They’ll soon come looking,” Franklin said. “Trust
Otekah to find the way. She’ll be going home.”

“I can’t find my way in the dark!” Marin said.

“She knows the way. There is only one gate to open; our home is near the
canyon’s end. You will be able to climb out.”

“No … ” Marin said.

“Climb up to the rim road. Bring back help.”

“Franklin, I can’t climb the canyon wall!”

“There are handholds to guide you,” he said, and he pushed
something cold, round, and metallic into her hands … a flashlight.

“I shot one of those Indian kids,” said a man’s deep voice
and she and Franklin froze, sinking deeper into the hogan’s shadows.
“He ran over here.”

“Lay off. I’m not about to get trampled trying to find him,”
a second man answered.

“He’s in here, I know it.”

“He’s not going anywhere. He’s got nowhere to run with this
hut built up against the canyon wall.”

“You can either come out or you can bleed to death!” the first man
shouted, and there was a sudden blast of gunfire.

Marin yelped, and Otekah reared, yanking the rope from her hands and whirling
away. Yuma, his gray coat barely visible, whistled shrilly and kicked against
the corral poles until the saplings shuddered.

“I said lay off, you idiot! A pole fence won’t hold half-ton
horses! You’ll get us trampled! You don’t even know if the
kid’s in there.”

The first man raised his voice. “You hear that, Injun boy? We’re
gonna start shooting your horses if you don’t come out!”

“Stow it, Jack! You start shooting and these horses will go crazy. That
kid’s not going anywhere. We need to get back to the prisoners.”

“Prisoners,” Marin breathed when the men walked away. “We
have to stay and help them.”

“No. You must go, shadi,” Franklin said, making a soft clucking
noise until Otekah once more came close, tossing her head as the other horses
restlessly circled the corral, stamping and blowing. “My beauty,”
Franklin murmured, picking up the trailing rope and looping it around
Otekah’s neck.

“This is a bad idea,” Marin said, but she climbed between the
corral poles to lean against Otekah’s warmth. The horses were bunched
together, pressing hard against the gate poles, anxious to escape, eager to
run. Still …

“I’d never forgive myself if you and the others … ”

“You must bring help, tell the Sergeant what has happened.”

There was no one else to go.

When Franklin again pushed the flashlight into her hands, she took it and
shoved it into her waistband, then caught Otekah’s mane and rolled onto
the mare’s back, catching up the rope in one hand.

Franklin murmured something that sounded like a prayer and slid a pole from
the top of the gate. Carefully he lowered one end to the ground, then reached
for the next pole and did the same. Even with only two poles down, the horses
began to push into the gap, Otekah with them, and Marin clutched the halter
rope breathing in the familiar scent of horse—dust, dried grass, musky
sweat.

“I’m not sure I can guide her.”

“Just stay on,” Franklin returned.

Marin wrapped the rope tight around her hand and twisted both hands into
Otekah’s mane, aware of a familiar rush of excitement, that
stomach-clenching tension when Dandy’s muscles had bunched beneath her
the second before the rodeo arena gate flew open and they shot forward.
She’d done this a hundred times or more, and she bent low to
Otekah’s neck, gathering focus.

“Ready … ” Franklin whispered, and he eased the last pole
to the ground.

“Franklin, I … ” Marin began, but Franklin stepped back,
gave a shrill, yipping yell, and slapped Otekah across the rump, waving his
hat as the horses surged forward.—

 

 

About the Author

Jan D. Payne
Drawing from her own life story in the Four Corners area of the Navajo
Nation, author Jan D. Payne offers readers a journey into the heart of the
American Southwest in a modern-day romantic suspense series. Writing
characters who navigate diverse cultural influences to explore the lines
between the seen and the unseen, the modern and the traditional, the present
and the past—she creates a world where the impossible becomes possible,
and mythical legends come to life.

Jan is a member of Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West. She
and her husband live in northern Minnesota with their three big
dogs—Kaibab, Rudi, and Orrin. Visit her website at: jandpayne.com

 

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Secrets of the Manor

Suspense Thriller

Date Published: December 26, 2024

 

 

In a busy outdoor market, in broad daylight, an apparently ordinary woman
is gunned down by a professional assassin. Twelve years later, the killer is
back with a new target – and a mysteriously sinister
employer…

 

What secrets could a father leave behind?

A gripping, high-stakes thriller that seamlessly blends espionage, mystery,
and intense suspense, The Third Estate: Secrets of the Manor will keep you
on the edge of your seat from start to finish.

Sophie Allard, a promising jet pilot cadet at a prestigious military
academy, finds her world shattered when she’s summoned to the
Commander’s office with devastating news—her estranged father
has died in a mysterious lab explosion at their family estate.

What begins as a routine investigation soon spirals into something far more
dangerous.

As Sophie delves deeper into the secrets surrounding her father’s
death, she uncovers hidden truths that threaten not only her career but her
life. Unraveling a web of deception and betrayal, Sophie discovers that her
father’s involvement with a powerful and shadowy
organization—the Third Estate—could hold the key to both her
survival and her downfall.

With an assassin hunting her every step and the enigmatic Grey Lady pulling
the strings behind the scenes, Sophie must navigate a perilous landscape of
secrets, lies, and danger.

 

This fast-paced thriller is perfect for fans of complex conspiracies,
strong female protagonists, and unpredictable twists. If you love novels
that combine action, suspense, and mystery, The Third Estate is your next
must-read.

Will Sophie uncover the truth—before it’s too late?

 

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Chapter 1

Thunderstorms prevented Kai Lovac’s flight from arriving on time at the Denver airport. He stared out the window at the fast-approaching tarmac, a welcome break from refreshing the in-flight Wi-Fi on his cell phone. Eternally unresponsive. The airplane taxied to the terminal at 9:00 a.m., ten minutes behind schedule. With the cramped legroom, constant jostling for elbow space with his fellow passenger, and being last on the standby list to board, Lovac cursed the mechanic who couldn’t repair his private plane in time.

He switched his phone off airplane mode. A litany of notifications assaulted his screen. One grabbed his attention: Local accident on Airport Road. Car won’t arrive in time. Sedan reserved at Savvy Rental counter. Usual details.

I’m never late, he thought. Never.

He deplaned via a portable stairway, nodding to the flight attendant who wished him a pleasant day. He checked the reservation on his phone and reviewed his itinerary.

A change. Why the new locker number?

Lovac merged onto the concourse train with his fellow travelers and exited at the central terminal. He proceeded up the escalator. After clearing a security checkpoint, he weaved in between the arriving and departing passengers. He blended into the background, always acutely aware of the people, objects, and circumstances of his surroundings.

The crowd thinned as Lovac traveled through baggage claim and approached the car rental area. He slowed his stride to study his environment. Six wall-mounted cameras and corner mirrors covered every angle.

Continuous surveillance. Security office must be nearby.

He passed two guards chatting near the exit. Their backs to the rental counter, they focused their attention on the TV monitor on the far wall. ESPN commentators, involved in a spirited discussion of the upcoming football season, drowned the murmur from customers waiting in line.

Not a threat.

He continued his evaluation as he joined the line.

Ten feet from the counter to the exit. Four seconds to escape at full sprint. Five if anyone is in my way.

Eleven people waited ahead of him, from elderly couples to young families with small children. Although no imminent issues had emerged, Lovac couldn’t shake his apprehension and hypervigilance. He studied the itinerary, calculated his movements, and weighed various options to shave time off his schedule. Without exception, he always kept to his schedule.

As a relaxing mental exercise, Lovac analyzed the two middle-aged employees at the counter, both more interested in their cell phones than the customers. He studied their mannerisms, posture, and reactions. The first, taller than her colleague, was five feet four, thirty-eight pounds overweight, dark complexion, with peroxide-blond shoulder-length hair pulled back. Her false eyelashes made her blue contacts pop.

She spoke with a thick New York accent. Bronx, Westchester Avenue area.

Strands of the second employee’s black hair had escaped her knotted braid and extended in every direction. She skewered her chewing gum with a six-inch-long acrylic nail and wrapped the gum in a tissue.

Nails: red. Right hand third fingernail chipped, fourth fingernail missing.

Her statements sounded like questions. California—Los Angeles.

The progress of the line slowed, and Lovac’s patience thinned. Someone tapped his shoulder from behind. Lovac tensed and turned to face a stout elderly woman peering up at him. “Could you help me with my bag?” she asked. “I can’t get it closed.”

With the skill and precision of a surgeon, Lovac manipulated the zipper and closed the suitcase.

“Thank you for your help. Business or pleasure?” She tightened the double knot of her fluffy bow used to differentiate her suitcase from the others.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you traveling for business or pleasure? I’m heading to the Springs to visit my grandchildren.”

He pressed his lips together for a moment. “Business,” he said quietly.

The woman removed a bag from her purse and popped a few peanuts in her mouth. “Do you travel a lot for your job?”

Lovac turned slightly, trying to avoid eye contact. “Some.”

She raised her voice and stepped closer, invading Lovac’s personal space. “How interesting. What do you do? A pilot? Traveling salesman?”

Lovac recoiled. “Risk management.”

She smiled. “Well, that sounds exciting.”

He turned to face the woman but stared past her. “Not at all. It’s just business.”

“My husband, Freddie, he’s a car salesman. My four grandchildren…” She riffled through her purse. “Now, where is that picture?”

Lovac, relieved to reach the counter, wished the grandmother a safe trip. He completed his paperwork, taking care to avoid the claws of the bubble-gum-chewing employee. Her fingernails tapped the computer keys in slow motion. The clock on the back wall emitted a deafening tone as the second hand clicked forward. Did the security camera, now focused on Lovac’s face, move? 

Taking forever. Why hasn’t she returned my driver’s license? 

“Sorry for the delay. Our copy machine is on the fritz.” She handed Lovac his identification. 

He walked toward the exit, quickening his pace. The sound of his footsteps striking the floor rang in his ears as the crowd’s noise changed from ambient background voices to silence. Lovac’s senses sharpened. The travelers scattered. He glanced at a mirror to view the commotion and noticed two guards racing toward him. His heart rate slowed and his eyes widened. He turned his head, studied the guards, and assessed the situation. He clenched his jaw. Twelve minutes behind schedule; time was not his ally. He weighed his options. 

Lovac put down his bag and turned to face the onslaught. 

They know, but how? Not possible. 

A guard lunged at him and missed. Lovac didn’t flinch. 

“That’s him,” screamed an older woman, pointing behind Lovac to the young thief who stole her purse.

Lovac stepped aside as the second security guard tackled a teenager, knocking him to the ground. The woman’s pocketbook dislodged from the thief’s grip and bounced off the floor, spewing its innards in all directions. One guard placed the boy in handcuffs and directed him toward the security office, while the other retrieved the purse and its contents. Lovac grabbed his bag and hurried toward the exit, blending into the crowd once more.

No more delaysStill behind schedule. Not acceptable.

Lovac located his car and drove out of the rental area, ready to start his assignment. Light traffic facilitated an uneventful drive. Before long, he arrived at his destination: a majestic stone edifice. With its three towering arched windows flanked by smaller ones, Union Station sat in the heart of Denver. The immense neon Travel by Train sign and an ever-precise clock, now reading 10:32 a.m., welcomed travelers. With trains leaving and arriving every few minutes, the station pulsed with activity.

He skirted the security post, passed a disorganized group of teachers and schoolchildren on a field trip, and arrived at the lockers. He found number 213, tucked in the corner of the bottom row. Lovac keyed 4308 on the touch pad, and the door sprung open. He removed a midsize black duffel bag and exited the station.

Eleven minutes behind, he explored the bag in the privacy of his car. He pushed aside the bag’s contents and opened a legal-size envelope containing Dossier 1627. He memorized the precise timeline with addresses, maps, and a description of his contact. Lovac studied the photo: a thirty-five-year-old white female; athletic build; five feet five; brown eyes; thick collar-length auburn hair curling at the ends. She resembled someone. A person from his past, but who? He searched the picture for a clue, a spark of recognition, a reason for his hesitation, but returned to the same thought.

Boring. Plain. Soccer mom. Why her?

The map guided him to a secure parking lot one mile west of his destination. Lovac squinted in the glaring summer sun. He put on sunglasses and walked to his location: a busy farmers’ market sprawled across a community park.

The blocked streets on the periphery fanned out in all directions, allowing for safe shopping. Small booths peddling food, flowers, clothing, and crafts filled his view. A local band played country music on a stage in the center of the festivities.

From the edge of the park, Lovac surveyed the nearby buildings to determine the best angle for his perch. He located the perfect spot—the right height, the right distance, the right level of privacy.

An excellent choice.

Once decided, his motivation to make his return flight kicked into high gear. He quickened his step. The shortest route to his destination passed by the Polaroid photo booth in front of the stage. His desire to stay masked in the shadows clashed with his need to make up time.

Still behind. No one will recognize me in this crowd. No one knows I’m here.

As Lovac approached the photo booth, the attendant raised his camera and smiled. “Would you like a complimentary picture?”

“No, thank you.” Lovac turned and lowered his head. He pulled the rim of his baseball hat to the level of his sunglasses.

I’m off my game.

He moved to his right and attempted to slip by a teenage volunteer blocking his path.

About the Author

D.R. Berlin

D.R. Berlin is an award-winning author, U.S. Army veteran, and General
Surgeon with a Bachelor of Science in Biology and a Writing minor from MIT.
A graduate of the Albert Einstein College of Medicine, her career in
high-pressure environments fuels the pulse-pounding suspense and authentic
detail in The Third Estate: Secrets of the Manor. Berlin combines her
scientific expertise and love of storytelling to deliver a gripping,
intricate thriller that keeps readers on edge. Drafted as the unofficial
photographer of her children’s sports teams, she has been
affectionally dubbed the “Mamarazzi.”

 

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Secrets of the Manor

Suspense Thriller

Date Published: December 26, 2024

 

 

In a busy outdoor market, in broad daylight, an apparently ordinary woman
is gunned down by a professional assassin. Twelve years later, the killer is
back with a new target – and a mysteriously sinister
employer…

 

What secrets could a father leave behind?

A gripping, high-stakes thriller that seamlessly blends espionage, mystery,
and intense suspense, The Third Estate: Secrets of the Manor will keep you
on the edge of your seat from start to finish.

Sophie Allard, a promising jet pilot cadet at a prestigious military
academy, finds her world shattered when she’s summoned to the
Commander’s office with devastating news—her estranged father
has died in a mysterious lab explosion at their family estate.

What begins as a routine investigation soon spirals into something far more
dangerous.

As Sophie delves deeper into the secrets surrounding her father’s
death, she uncovers hidden truths that threaten not only her career but her
life. Unraveling a web of deception and betrayal, Sophie discovers that her
father’s involvement with a powerful and shadowy
organization—the Third Estate—could hold the key to both her
survival and her downfall.

With an assassin hunting her every step and the enigmatic Grey Lady pulling
the strings behind the scenes, Sophie must navigate a perilous landscape of
secrets, lies, and danger.

 

This fast-paced thriller is perfect for fans of complex conspiracies,
strong female protagonists, and unpredictable twists. If you love novels
that combine action, suspense, and mystery, The Third Estate is your next
must-read.

Will Sophie uncover the truth—before it’s too late?

 

About the Author

D.R. Berlin

D.R. Berlin is an award-winning author, U.S. Army veteran, and General
Surgeon with a Bachelor of Science in Biology and a Writing minor from MIT.
A graduate of the Albert Einstein College of Medicine, her career in
high-pressure environments fuels the pulse-pounding suspense and authentic
detail in The Third Estate: Secrets of the Manor. Berlin combines her
scientific expertise and love of storytelling to deliver a gripping,
intricate thriller that keeps readers on edge. Drafted as the unofficial
photographer of her children’s sports teams, she has been
affectionally dubbed the “Mamarazzi.”

 

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