Sensing You

J.M. Adele

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PROLOGUE

 
My mind has wandered to that place where my dreams flee, replaced with vaporous intruders and penetrating horrors. My body twitched and jerked, struggling to find consciousness as the misty form of a woman drifted into my room. Not again.

 
She wore a floral, summer dress. One strap was torn and hung loose from her shoulder, and dark bruises circled her neck. Reaching out her hand, she wrapped it around my foot. My body stilled. Inside my chest, my heart froze while my stomach threatened to prolapse. She pulled on my foot, imploring me to listen. I knew she couldn’t really drag me away, but I felt the icy touch, the drag of her fingers on my terrified flesh. I wondered if I would somehow disappear. My hands reached desperately for the pillow.

 
“Stop,” I pleaded.

 
“You have to help me. You have to stop him.”

 
My whimpers turned into sobs. “Please… g-go away.”

 
I felt another presence. Heard the shaky rumble of his voice as he told the lady to leave.

 
“Daddy,” I whispered, relieved. He smiled at me with sad eyes.

 
But the spirit refused to budge.

 
“I’m sorry, honey bunch. I love you,” my father’s voice whispered, heavy with regret.

 
The wretched fingers of loss clawed their way into my chest, pulling apart my ribcage as if just learning of his death.

 
I dropped the pillow, and reached out to him. “Nooo! Daddy!” My screams were useless. He was gone.

 
Wrenching my sweat-soaked body upright, my throat ached as the scream continued to escape the depths of my chest. I pressed my lips together to cut off the sound, but that only lasted a second. My mouth opened wide again as I gasped for much needed air.

 
A hammering sound filled the room. My muddled brain mistook it for the pulse in my ears, but it was the beating of a fist on my bedroom door.

 
“SHUT UP!” My housemate screeched as she continued to pound.

 
I was definitely awake now. My hand circled my throat. I needed to check for myself if my screams had stopped.

 

Yup. All good. “YEAH, KEEP YOUR SKIN ON!” I tried to shout back, but my voice came out hoarse.

 
“Fucking freak,” she mumbled before I heard the shuffle of her feet on the tiles.

 
Again, frozen fingers grasped my toes and pulled. I snapped my foot back, leaving her hand suspended and empty. I watched my stubborn, unwanted visitor through narrowed eyes, and a whole lot of false bravado.

 
“He’s coming. He’s going to take another.”

 
“Okay got it. You can go now. You’re not wanted here. Leave.” My voice was low, but firm.

 
Her face went blank, and her hand dropped from its raised position. The holographic image of her faded, but the chill running up and down my body remained.

 

 

I liked to think I could run from this, but there’s no hiding from things unbound to time or matter. My stupid sixth sense was telling me the proverbial shit was going to hit the proverbial fan… soon.

 
Fuck my life.

Sensing You Description:

Gift or Curse?

 

Ronnie has inherited her granny’s gift of a sixth sense. But for her it’s not a gift, it’s a curse. She’s unable to trust anybody with her secret, unable to form any meaningful relationships beyond what she has with the woman who shares her abilities. She’s learned to hide behind a solid wall of bitchiness.

 

When the ghost of a persistent young woman infiltrates Ronnie’s world, she can no longer avoid the visions plaguing her. Reluctantly, she starts to open up to friendship, happiness and love, discovering that fate has more surprises in store for her future than she imagined. Including, a man who might actually be able to understand the pain she harbours under her tough exterior.

 

But as she learns more about her gift she finds herself in situations she isn’t prepared for. Now she’s in grave danger.

 

Will she be able to stop a madman before she becomes his next target?

 

*WARNING: this book is intended for mature audiences due to adult themes and situations. Some scenes may be confronting for some readers. If you’re at risk of triggering, please consider whether you should read this.*

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