A GIFT... OR A CURSE?
Lara Wakefield receives messages from the dead. Her latest "client" is a murdered young girl who wants to be put to rest. The girl's killer, however, objects. Can Lara find the girl's body without becoming the next victim?

MONEY OR LOVE?
Private investigator Stuart Manning wants nothing to do with supernatural phenomena. A retainer of $50,000 overcomes his reluctance. Lara's innate ability, integrity, and beauty cause him to have second thoughts about psychics, while deadly occurrences cause him to believe the little girl's murderer is still hanging around. How can Stuart protect Lara when the killer is always one step ahead?

REVIEW

4 Cups!

This is an interesting suspense tale with three good main characters. Stuart is a tortured ex-cop who feels responsible for his partner's death. Lara is cursed by her gift and wishes it would go away, and Chrissy is an unwanted and neglected child who befriends the both of them. The rest of the cast... add a bit of comic relief. The plot itself is fun to read with elements of suspense, romance and the paranormal. The dialogue is engaging... There is a good amount of suspense and fine love scenes also in this very enjoyable story.

Reviewed by: Maura Frankman
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EXCERPT

Lara groaned. It was official; this was the worst headache she'd ever suffered because of her gift. In all the years she'd served as messenger girl to the dead, she never, ever felt as totally wiped as she did this very minute.

Exhaling her frustration, she lay limply on what she assumed was a bed. She didn't even have energy to open her eyes, plus her memory had holes large enough to walk through. Where was this bed located? Where was she? Why did her head feel two sizes too large?

A masculine fragrance drifted over to her. The rugged face of the man she'd met yesterday--was it just yesterday?--popped into her mind. In all these memories, Stuart Manning had helped her. She heard his deep voice. He'd told her that she wanted to accompany him.

Why couldn't she remember?

Lara lifted her bent arms up then out, brushing the back of her left hand against her forehead. The hard surface of a ring hit her left temple.

Whoa. Her eyelids flew open and in the dark, she stared at her ring finger. A slim gold band encircled it--a band signifying marriage.

She immediately sat up. There was no way she could forget getting married. No way at all. She glanced to her right and her stomach dropped. On the pillow next to her was Stuart Manning's head, then came his neck, his broad shoulders, and part of his well-defined chest, generously delineated with hair. The bed sheets hid whether he was completely naked.

Oh, God. How could this get any worse?