Have a Merry Mind-Reading Christmas
Imagine you have psychic powers, and so does your loved one. Your boyfriend or girlfriend won’t tell you what they want for Christmas, because you should know—literally. If you can read minds, then gift-giving should become easier. But if mind reading drove you insane…Well, that would ruin your holidays for sure!
Most of us suffer holiday anxieties, about gift giving or seeing relatives we might not really want to see. For Grace and David, the main characters in my books Willpower and Intuition, the mind-reading issue is no fantasy. They live with the reality of psychic powers every day and must deal with the fallout from using those abilities. Christmas makes me think about strange things like how two psychically linked people might experience the season. Grace and David have the kind of epic romance that makes the holidays special in a way most people can’t envision. After all, their telepathic bond lets each sense the other’s emotions. And of course, they can astral project anywhere they want to celebrate Christmas on a tropical island or on the moon!
Intuition, the second book in the Psychic Crossroads series, concluded Grace and David’s story arc, but it hardly ends their romance. I wouldn’t want to spoil the ending of the book for you, but let’s just say they have a whole lot to celebrate this Christmas. Besides their psychic gifts, they give thanks for their ragtag extended family, which includes fellow psychic Sean. He gets his own story in book three.
As an author, I create alternate worlds—even for contemporary romances—in which my characters live. This time of year, I have fun imagining how my characters would enjoy Christmas. For me, the freedom to entertain readers like you is the greatest gift I could receive.
Intuition by Anna Durand
Torn apart by their haunted pasts, Grace Powell and her fiancé David Ransom are struggling to reclaim their passionate bond and build a normal life — one without danger and paranormal powers. But David can’t renounce his obsession with hunting down Karl Tesler, who abducts and tortures psychics. David endured Tesler’s tactics himself, but despite what Grace believes, he’s not out for revenge.
Tesler covets her unprecedented abilities and her mysterious connection to a source of limitless psychic power. David will do anything — even abandon and lie to her — to protect Grace from Tesler.
With a psychic stalker on her trail, Grace charges into a desperate mission to uncover the truth about David’s obsession. But Tesler’s agents are closing in on her, and a terrifying new enemy is rising…
As events drive Grace and David toward a battle of epic proportions, they must risk everything — their relationship, their lives, and even their souls — to defeat an enemy who wields unspeakable psychic power.
“Refreshing and intriguing all wrapped up in a twisting and turning plot that keeps a reader on the edge of their seat. Intuition is a page-turner and up-late reader!”—InD’Tale Magazine
“Intense emotions, amazing psychic experiences, and dastardly characters make Intuition a book you can’t put down.”—Readers’ Favorite
“This was very fast paced and full of suspense and intrigue that kept me on the edge.”—Romancing the Book
Grace rolled onto her side. Her nose bumped into David’s pillow. She drew in a long breath. The spiciness of his aftershave flooded her senses, along with another scent—a subtle, masculine smell unique to David. Indescribable. Delicious. Warmth suffused her, seeping into her heart and mind, smoldering in parts of her that ached for him. She inhaled another draft of his scent, her body responding as if he were there, caressing her. He may drive her nuts at times, but…
Oh, the way he kissed. Her lips tingled from the memory of it.
A chill whispered over her skin. Every hair on her body stiffened. Her sixth sense burst out of its slumber, clanging alarm bells in her psyche. Someone is here.
She bolted upright and whipped her head left and right. Nobody there. She swung her legs off the bed and pushed up onto her feet, nabbing her .357 Magnum revolver from the bedside table. A chill trickled down her spine. Eyes watched. Invisible, ethereal, but real. She turned toward the doorway. Nothing lurked there.
Why couldn’t she pin down the source of the sensation? Her paranormal radar was blanked out, as if overwhelmed by input.
Psychic energy crackled through her. Behind you. She whirled around, thrusting the gun up, clamped in both hands, and confronted—
Hell. She’d let her unease blossom into paranoia. Nobody hunted her anymore. Probably. Tesler wouldn’t find her here.
Her cell phone buzzed. A text message had arrived.
David. She snatched up the phone, tapping the screen until the message popped up. As she scanned the words, a shiver rattled through her.
“Come to me,” it said, “I can help you. 1325 Meroz Road.”
She didn’t recognize the phone number the message came from, and no name was given. Oh sure, she’d rush right out to the address texted to her by an anonymous whackjob.
The phone buzzed again. Another text message: “Your lip is bleeding.”
Her lip? She dabbed a finger on her mouth. It came away wet. Blood stained her skin. How did the texter know she bit her lip? Her heart pounded. Without moving, she searched the shadows for a figure, a camera, something to explain this, though she knew she’d find nothing. A thick curtain shielded the window. The person sending the messages could either see through solid objects or had another means of viewing her. Extrasensory means.
The phone tumbled from her hand, clattering on the floor.
No, she was jumping to conclusions. An intruder must’ve stolen into the house. With the revolver in hand, she sprinted out of the bedroom, down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into the living room. Vacant. All vacant. She rushed back to the bedroom and dug through the closet, scoured the dresser, even dropped onto her belly to investigate the space under the bed. No cameras. No stealthy intruders. Not a damn thing. Which left her with one unthinkable possibility.
Maybe she should call the police.
What for? They couldn’t help her with this kind of problem.
“You belong with me.”
She jumped. Her head smacked into the bed frame. She clutched the gun tighter. Where had the voice come from?
No, no, no, not again. Nausea swelled in her stomach, bile rising high in her throat. The voice did not originate in this room, or from outside. The source was much, much closer. Someone rammed the words into her mind.
A psychic intruder just hacked her brain.