Hard-nosed detective and all-seeing psychic?

Happy Tuesday! We had a fun, exciting weekend. My youngest daughter is in band and guard and they had their first competition. Rain almost had it cancelled, but thankfully (after they moved the time back an hour) it stopped and was clear throughout the whole thing. I have so much fun watching her and her team perform. Looks like another amazing season ahead of us!

Yesterday I ran a lot of errands with my husband so I didn’t get anything authory done. Today I will be back to writing Here Comes Chaos and I hope to have that up for preorder soon. I don’t have a specific date yet. In the meantime, you can enjoy little snippets from Thirteen Days Gone, which releases in five weeks!

Thirteen Days Gone teaser

Excerpt

For the first time, Breck didn’t want to revisit her vision. He wanted to chat with her and get to know her better.

Which was utterly ridiculous!

Not that he believed he wouldn’t stop her vision. But because she was a psychic. They would never mix. Hard-nosed detective and all-seeing psychic? Yeah, that didn’t sound compatible at all.

“Breck?” Charly’s knuckles looked white as if she were exerting too much pressure on her wineglass. He had yet to touch his wine. Her bubbliness had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He set his wineglass on the stand by his end of the couch. Her side had a weird-looking tree with no leaves on it. Just sporadic branches spouting out of it. He knew it was fake but he didn’t understand the point of having it. Of course, he didn’t have many knickknacks, to begin with, scattered around his house.

He needed to keep it professional and that’s what he was going to do.

“I’m not making good headway on Carla’s case. There are no witnesses for the night of the murder. She wasn’t having issues with anyone, not even her boyfriend. I hate not having even an inkling. Even with Kade’s wife’s murder, I had a few suspects. Something to go on. This…” He thought about picking up the wineglass and downing it one swallow.

“You put too much pressure on yourself.”

He wouldn’t deny that. It would be silly to pretend otherwise.

“Do you want to run through my vision now?”

He saw the heartache in her eyes. It was the last thing she wanted to do. So why make her? He didn’t want to do it again either. They had been over everything the last five days since she told him and nothing new had stuck out.

“Not really.”

Her eyes flashed surprise. “Oh.” She sat back on the cushion, sipping her drink. “Well, then you didn’t have to come over for the little update you had. You could’ve called me.”

He had gotten her number two days ago, something he should’ve done right away. The temptation to reach out to her often had overwhelmed him more than he cared to admit. It was like dangling candy in front of a child knowing they wouldn’t be getting a piece no matter how much they begged.

She was right. He could’ve called.

Or…

He could drop the pretenses and maintain the honesty they had established in the beginning. If what she said was true—that her vision would come true no matter what—then he shouldn’t waste a moment of their time together. Not that he’d ever allow her to be murdered. Over his dead body!

“What would you say if I said I like spending time with you?”

Her eyes rounded into large saucers and he realized he should’ve stood up and walked away. Honesty wasn’t always the best policy.

“That you’re coming down with a fever.”

Except she couldn’t touch his forehead to double-check.

A short defeated laugh slipped out. He pressed his hands to his knees and stood up. “It’s been a long day. I should go. I’m sorry for taking over your evening once again.”

She had no coffee table in front of her couch as most people had so he stepped forward, his strides long and determined toward the front door.

He heard a soft clink then padded footsteps trail him. Her tiny frame zoomed past his and her body blocked the door before he could grab the handle. She spread her arms wide across the door as if that would prevent him from leaving. For the most part, it would. Because he’d have to touch her to move her from the door and nothing good came from touching her.

“Don’t go. Not like this.”

(Copyright © 2024 Amanda Siegrist)


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