Danita Minnis

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Blurb

Four
women have been found dead in the outskirts of a small Wisconsin town. The only
witness, clairvoyant Celeste Risinski, observes these brutal murders through
violent nightmares and hellish visions. The local sheriff, who believes in
Celeste’s abilities and wants to rid their peaceful community of a killer,
enlists the help on an old friend, Ian Scott, owner of a private criminal
investigation agency, CORE. Because of Ian’s dark history with Celeste’s
family, a history she knows nothing about, he sends his top criminalist, former
FBI agent John Kain to investigate.

John
doesn’t believe in Celeste’s mystic hocus-pocus, or in her visions of the
murders. But just when he’s certain they’ve solved the crimes, with the use of
science and evidence, more dead bodies are discovered. Could this somehow be
the work of the same killer or were they dealing with a copycat? To catch a
vicious murderer, the skeptical criminalist reluctantly turns to the sensual
psychic for help. Yet with each step closer to finding the killer, John finds
himself one step closer to losing his heart. 

 

Excerpt

Fingers
clawing at the sheets, tearing them from the mattress, Celeste Risinski woke
with a scream. Panicked, disoriented, she shoved at hands she swore still
gripped her. As she struggled, she knocked the alarm clock from the nightstand.
When it hit the hardwood floor, the radio blared. The loud music, laced with
crackling static, startled her.

She
whipped open her eyes, relief slowed her racing heart as she looked down at her
body, to where her arms and legs were tangled in the thin sheets and comforter.
Brutal hands weren’t holding her down. She wasn’t in the woods. She wasn’t
fighting for her life. She was in her bedroom, waking up from another
nightmare, another look into hell.

Dragging
in a deep breath, she pulled herself to the edge of the mattress, bent and
retrieved the clock. After turning off the radio, she placed it back on the
nightstand, then wiped tears from her face she didn’t remember crying.

No,
not true. In her nightmare, she’d cried and screamed, begged and pleaded, while
trapped in the body of another woman. She hated the way her mind had been
sucked into the woman’s soul. She’d experienced every ounce of the terror, and
even the pain the woman had endured. She rubbed her neck where the phantom cord
had been wrapped during the dream. Even though she was blessedly free of the
nightmare and sitting in her bedroom, claustrophobia wrapped tightly around
her, making it difficult to breathe.

 

 

Author
Bio and Links

I
didn’t pick up my first romance novel until I was in my late twenties.
Immediately hooked, I read a bazillion books before deciding to write one of my
own. After the birth of my first son I needed something to keep my mind from
turning to mush, and Sesame Street wasn’t cutting it. While that first book
will never see the light of day, something good had come from writing it. I
realized my passion, and had found a career that I love.

When
I’m not writing contemporary romances and dark, romantic suspense novels (or
reading them!) I’m chasing after my four kids and two neurotic dogs.

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