Hey there! We've got a special treat for your today. An interview with author Deborah Camp!
DC: Trudy Tucker is a psychic. She is a rare psychic who can
see through a killer’s eyes. She is like a receptacle. When she starts thinking
about a case, her mind becomes a beacon for that killer and his mind merges
with hers when he is thinking about murder or actually committing a murder. She
sees what he sees, hears what he hears, feels what he feels, etc. It’s a gift,
but a terrifying one. She’s wrestled with it, been afraid of it, and suffered
because of it her whole life. However, now she’s learning how to control her
gift instead of it controlling her. She’s also discovering other ESP things she
can do.
She is in love with and engaged to psychic Levi Wolfe and
he’s a handful and a heartful. Working with him on murder cases is thrilling
and gratifying. He’s pressuring her to set a wedding date and she’s dragging
her feet.
SC: .Psychic's in love. Sounds like a song there. Do you
believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
DC: Yes, I do. I know a psychic and he made me a believer.
I’ve met other psychics through my research who are the real McCoy. However,
I’ve met a lot of fake ones, too. My friend can’t play card games because he
can “read” your mind and knows what cards are in your hand and which ones you need.
When I think hard about him, he will usually call me because he can “feel” me.
He’s really remarkable, but he doesn’t tell people about his gifts. Like Trudy,
he tends to shy away from them.
I have also experienced ghostly events. I’m sure I felt a ghost
once in Eureka Springs, AR at the Crescent Hotel.
SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us
about?
DC: I’m working on a western historical romance set in
Arkansas. It’s about a mail order bride and the beginnings of vineyards in
Arkansas. It should come out in December.
After that, I’m writing #5 and #6 of the Mind’s Eye series,
finishing it up. But I plan to introduce a new medium in the sixth book and do
a spinoff series featuring him.
SC: Thanks for stopping by. We'd better let you get back to
it. Let's take a look at your novel now.
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.
Thanks for spotlighting my book today. If your followers would like to get hooked on the Mind's Eye series, I'll send them the first book in the series (Through His Eyes) FREE. Just join my readers group via my website (www.deborah-camp.com) and I'l email you the book for your ereaders.
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