By
Deborah Camp
Since my Mind’s Eye series deals with psychics and spirits,
I’m often asked if I really believe in ghosts. I can tell you, in no uncertain
terms, that I do. Mainly because of what I’ve experienced at the Crescent Hotel
in Eureka Springs, AR.
During one weekend there, my friends and I heard about a
room that the hotel wasn’t renting out because everyone who had stayed in that
room awakened to find that the doorknob had been removed from the inside. The
hotel staff would come to the rescue and open the door for them and replace the
doorknob, which was often found by housekeeping under the bed or in the closet.
We speculated that guests were pulling pranks to bolster all the ghost stories
surrounding the hotel. However, we decided to find the room in question.
After midnight, we went to the designated floor and crept
down the hall. The room was at the far end of it. Halfway down the corridor,
all the lights went out. It wasn’t pitch-black. We could make out each other in
the dim light cast from the moonlight streaming through the window. Giggling,
we were making “ooooh-aahhhh” noises to each other when we realized it was
getting very, very cold! So cold that we could see our breath fogging the air.
I remember shivering and wondering, What the heck?!
My girlfriends and I stared at each other, round-eyed and
quivering, as realization dawned. Was there a spirit near us? I could hear my
pulse booming in my ears and I hugged myself to ward off the chills and sudden
fear.
Then, with a soft pop,
the lights all came back on and the area instantly began warming up. Within a
minute, it was all back to normal.
Except we weren’t.
Like the chickens we were, we ran down that hallway and
couldn’t wait to get into our room a floor below. We sat up most of the night
jabbering about our experience and asking ourselves over and over again, “Did
that just happen?”
That’s only one odd
experience I’ve had in Eureka Springs. Don’t even get me started about the café
table that rose up and floated!
Through Her Eyes
The Mind’s Eye Series
Book Four
Deborah Camp
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: July 24, 2017
ASIN: B071KC41NB
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 92418
Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt
Tagline: She can see evil and evil can see her
Book Description:
Psychic detectives Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker comb the streets of New Orleans in search of a serial killer who has claimed 19 lives and counting.
The suspect was in an accident almost two years ago that left him paralyzed in a wheel chair, but the murders continue. Is he faking it or has he enlisted a protégé to continue his reign of terror?
As Levi and Trudy draw closer to the truth, Trudy discovers new and unsettling psychic abilities in herself.
Excerpt:
“So, tell me
about your experience,” Trudy said, sitting next to Levi.
“It was strange.
Very strange. I was contacted – during a business meeting, mind you – by the
dead son of the new contractor I was speaking with in my office. This kid – a
salvage yard murder victim – popped into my head and started yelling at me. I
tried to shut him out, but I couldn’t. I had to actually stop the damned
meeting and tell the man that his deceased son was demanding an audience. Gonzo
thought I’d lost my noodle.”
“Good Lord!” She
covered her parted lips with her hand. “I’d say that was a heck of a
coincidence, but . . .it seems to be so much more than that.”
“Yeah, right.”
He sat back and drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds. “Anyway,
the kid – Clayton Nelson – was hitchhiking in New Orleans when a guy in a
pickup stopped for him. He couldn’t see much of the man’s face because he wore
a ball cap and sunglasses. He had a mustache that looked fake to me. He used
the ploy of something being wrong with his truck to get the kid to look under
the hood and then he knocked him out with a blow to the head. Clay came to in a
basement, his wrists and ankles bound with plastic ties and chains.” He
shuttered his gaze from her. “That’s where he was murdered.” A few seconds
ticked by before his lashes lifted to reveal his dark blue eyes that never
missed much. “You’ve been in contact with the murderer already, haven’t you?”
Her heart
jolted. He was uncanny. “I was in contact with someone who’s warped. I don’t
know if it was the salvage yard killer.”
“Was he
murdering someone?”
“Something. A
cat.”
Levi’s upper lip
lifted in disgust. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. He was
practicing, I think.” She shuddered and blocked out the memory.
“The kid in my
head showed me a compass and pointed to the N on it.”
She gasped at
the reference. “Your true north?”
“Bingo. His way
of telling me that you were already part of this.”
She reached for
her glass of juice. They must be destined to examine this case. How else could
she explain what happened to Levi and what she’d already experienced?
About the Author:
Deborah Camp is the author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical. She received the first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). "My Wild Rose" dealt with battered women and children.
A bestselling author, Deborah's books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor, even in her romantic suspense novels.
Communicating with readers and other writers is something she enjoys, so don't be shy about visiting her online. If you post a review of her books, you'll probably receive a personal "thanks" even if the review isn't entirely favorable!
Deborah lives in Tulsa, OK where she is continually inspired by real cowboys, real Indians, and real heroes and heroines.
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