A SCARRED MIND
When Jake Murphy has a premonition of a stranger’s brutal stabbing death, he knows the time has come to emerge from the psychic closet. Gifted since childhood, Jake has always “known” things: who would win the latest dating reality show, what time the pizza would arrive, that he would marry Sarah. But he has never talked to dead people or looked into a crystal ball. Hell, he doesn’t even tell people he’s psychic. Now he must delve into the mind of a sadistic killer to save a stranger from a horrific end.
He enlists the help of two detectives, human lie detector Tom Callahan and cynical yet charming George Morgan, to stop the crime before it’s committed. The killer turns out to be a disarmingly average guy identifiable only by the sharp scar on his right cheek. If Jake’s visions are accurate, the twenty-something woman killed in his vision will be the first victim of many. The scarred sociopath seems bent on turning the tourist-filled coastal city of Wilmington, North Carolina, into his personal hunting ground. Jake and the detectives must stop the massacre before it begins.
My thriller A SCARRED MIND is complete at about 96,000 words. This is the first in a planned series that chronicles Jake’s struggles with his ever-blossoming abilities. The second book, A SCARRED LIFE, is currently in the works. Readers of my work would probably enjoy Harlan Coben, Tami Hoag and James Patterson.
First 150 Words:
Chapter One - Jake
When Jake brushed the bank teller’s hand and foresaw her death, Tuesday instantly became a bad day.
“Oh shit,” he blurted out.
The teller paused in the process of counting out the bills from the check Jake was cashing. With a raised eyebrow, possibly insulted, she said, “Excuse me?”
Jake opened his mouth in an attempt to explain but the words caught in his throat. What was he supposed to say? Certainly not “I’m sorry for my profanity, ma’am. I just had a vision in which you were viciously murdered by a scarred dude with a butcher knife.”
His mouth still hanging open, Jake’s gaze drifted to the attractive brunette’s nametag. He found himself staring at the name engraved in gold: Stephanie. Jake wondered if Stephanie had children. He kind of hoped not. But she was obviously married, judging by the ginormous rock on her ring finger. Sarah certainly didn’t have a diamond that big.