"5 Stars!...Dee Lloyd is gifted with more than mere writing talent. She can see into people, love them just the same, and put that all together with skilled words. A charming read."—Buzzy, Buzz Review News

"4 Stars!...From the first sentence in Mine I was drawn into the book by the suspense interwoven so skillfully into this love story. Dee Lloyd brought the characters to life, and I hope to read more of her books in the future."—Jewel Dartt, Midnight Scribe Reviews

"An exciting and romantic mystery! This one will keep readers glued to the story."—Detra Fitch, Huntress Book Reviews

"Mine builds in intensity and excitement to a fine, rip-roaring ending. Dee Lloyd offers pulse-pounding excitement leavened by a tender love story."—Christine Janssen, Sharpwriter

"...Sparkles with imagination creatively lending a new twist to the age-old prospector's tale. Bravo Dee, for the wonderful word play and the joyful celebration of love. This reviewer truly looks forward to many more tales from the pen of this talented author."—Cindy Penn, WordWeaving Reviews

"Dee Lloyd can always be counted on for fast-paced, exciting romantic murder mysteries. Fast becoming one of my favorite suspense authors, Dee writes strong, intelligent women who challenge the men around them. Her stories never fail to keep me on the edge of my seat to the very end, which comes far too soon!"—Sue Waldeck, Road to Romance

"4 Stars!...Excellent...A delightfully written book that will sweep you away with the danger. Author Dee Lloyd has captured danger and betrayal, mystery and romance and intermixed it into a book that will not just keep your attention riveted but your fingers turning the pages. Definitely a book to relax and escape the day with."—Tracy Eastgate, Tracy's Book Reviews

"Ms. Lloyd has constructed a taut, absorbing story, peopled with three-dimensional characters. She's definitely a woman to watch. I'll be looking forward to reading her future work."—Catherine Witmer, Just Views Reviews

…The main house was dark. George knew he’d left a light on in the kitchen. Probably the bulb had burned out.

A reassuring beacon of light shone from the window of Marc’s study in the guest cabin. The boy was writing late again. Marc’s pup gave a half-hearted woof as he passed, and Pop grinned. What a monster that little fellow was going to grow up to be!

He’d better enter by the side door. There was a light switch just inside.

Pop stepped inside, turned on the lights and was hanging his down-filled jacket on a peg inside the mudroom when he became aware he was not alone. It was just a sensation in the hairs at the back of his neck. But the door to the basement gaped wide.

“Who the devil?” he muttered, reaching to close the door.

“Just me,” said an unexpected but too-familiar voice from the doorway to the laundry area behind him.