Through
His Eyes
Mind's
Eye Book 1
by
Deborah Camp
Genre:
Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Sexy
Romantic Suspense from bestseller Deborah Camp! Psychics, paranormal
elements, hot chemistry!
Someone
is stalking women and murdering them in Key West.
Psychics
Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker join forces to help identify the murderer
and stop him. Levi can channel the deceased victims and Trudy can tap
into the mind of the killer. As a psychic detective team, they're
formidable. As lovers, they discover that they're insatiable.
As
they grow closer, Trudy wonders if Levi will ever completely trust
her and let her know his heart. Levi struggles with his new, tender
feelings toward Trudy and worries that she might be in over her head
with him and with the case they're working on.
Because
if Trudy can see through the killer's eyes, can the killer see her?
Through
His Touch
Mind's
Eye Book 2
Sexy,
suspenseful #2 novel of the Mind's Eye Series finds psychic
detectives Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker facing a murderous, unknown
foe who is determined to destroy everything beautiful in Levi's life
-- including Trudy. Will Levi's love claim her or kill her?
Through
His Heart
Mind's
Eye Book 3
Sending
you an SOS.”
When
psychic Trudy Tucker hears this plaintive cry in her mind and then
connects psychically with a little girl’s kidnapper, she is drawn
to a small town in Missouri where everyone is suspect – including
herself and her lover, celebrated psychic detective Levi Wolfe. As
she and Levi work to sort through whom and what to trust and struggle
with horrors that hit too close to their hearts, an innocent life
hangs in the balance.
Through
Her Eyes
Mind's
Eye Book 4
Evil
roams the streets of New Orleans...
Surrounded
by the romance and mystery of the French Quarter, psychics Trudy
Tucker and Levi Wolfe search for a taker of lives. Combining their
unique skills, they zero in on a serial killer who has been murdering
for more than a decade. Their suspect is in a wheelchair, partially
paralyzed in an accident a few years ago, but the latest victim was
murdered after his paralysis. Are they on the wrong track or has the
murderer found a protégé to continue his reign of horrors?
“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?
“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?
Whatever
type of romance you love to read, Deborah Camp writes it! From sweet
to sexy, contemporary to historical.
Author
of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical, Deborah
received the very first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel
that best addressed a social problem). "My Wild Rose" dealt
with battered women and children in 1800s with Carrie Nation as a
character in the novel.
Her
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
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