Book 3
in the Hidden Senses Trilogy
INNER
REFLECTIONS
Paranormal Romantic
Suspense
Ian MacTavish is a loner and finds it easier to stay that way. The constant barrage of other people’s thoughts is exhausting, and relationships are even more troublesome for someone with his “talent”. Using his skill has brought him considerable financial reward, and allowed him to stay uninvolved and unencumbered. When a night of harmless mind surfing leads him further into a twisted plot of chaos and murder, his appearance at the police station surprises him most of all.
Excerpt:
When you first entered
someone’s mind, it was like stepping into a dimmed room. You never quite knew
what to expect. Ian MacTavish knew he should not be in here, but with what the
guy was thinking he was obligated to poke around a little bit more, wasn’t he?
Someone’s life was in danger here. He had to do this even when he knew the
risks.
You
can’t go in too far. He held that thought as he went just a little
deeper into the mind where he was trespassing. Well, it was trespassing. There
was no other way to describe what he could do. He could listen in without even
trying, or he could wander right in and poke around. This time he needed more
information to save someone’s life. Not just someone, but a cop. Ian was the last
person to be a hero. In his line of work he preferred to stay in the shadows
and out of the spotlight. Not this time. His conscience wasn’t going to let him
know and not act.
Wow. He
focused on the state of this mind. It was a mishmash of incomplete thoughts.
Usually there was some sort of consistency to the human mind. The more intelligent
the subject the more uniform it was throughout. This one was a whole drawer
full of mismatched socks.
Focus
Ian. In, get what you need, and out like last year’s trends. All he
had to do was find some images or memories that would lead him to the identity
of the inebriated brain he invaded. As weak as this mind was, the chance of
being pulled in and trapped seemed highly unlikely—but that didn’t mean he was
foolish enough to go behind one of the doors. Ian thought of the areas of the brain
as sections with doors. There weren’t any real doors, but there were
thresholds, ones you couldn’t see. He only sensed them and he’d learned early
in life that crossing the wrong one was a remarkably good way to remain trapped
inside the other head indefinitely.
Cautiously, he turned his attention to
the surrounding thresholds. They were weak but he wasn’t taking any chances and
headed to the dullest hued one first. Yes, he saw them in colours...mostly.
Staying just outside it, he sought what was on the other side. Man, there is a lot of dark in this person.
Not much of an IQ but there’s a whole lot
of death and pain in this soul’s world. The images held there were blurred
and faint, which wasn’t surprising as drunk as this fool was. On the positive
side, blurry memories were a good thing because they looked pretty grim and bordered
on gore.
Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
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