1. What do you
consider your greatest achievement?
Professionally, it was helping the SFPD capture the Cable Car killer. He’d
murdered five women before he was caught. It was a nightmarish time, but worth
it in the end. Personally, my greatest
achieve to date was realizing I had to compromise so Will and I could be
together. I blamed him for everything when we’d split up. That wasn’t fair.
2. If you could have
any job or profession, what would it be? I’m doing what I love. Being a psychic counselor and
using my gifts to help others.
3. What is your biggest
regret? My biggest
regret was leaving Will without talking to him first about how I was feeling. And
explain why I felt the need to leave the relationship.
4. What is your
favorite food? My
grandmother’s homemade blackberry jam. We would pick the berries that grew wild
in the empty lot next to her house. I’d spread the jam real thick over a slice
of fresh French bread.
5. Share five of your
favorite songs. Come
Undone by Duran, Duran, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Collide by Howie Day,
Running One Empty by Jackson Browne, Savage Night At the Opera by Destroyer
Blurb:
When psychic Nate Coleman dreams of a murder, he knows it’s a
premonition. He can’t forget the image of his ex-lover with a bullet hole
through his chest. Nate has no choice but to confront Will and face the
skeptical scientist’s ridicule.
Dr. William Ryner doesn’t believe in what he can’t prove. When
Nate comes back into his life, it’s not to rekindle their love, but to bring up
more of that mumbo jumbo that split them apart.
Despite Will’s refusal to listen, Nate can’t ignore the
premonition. And, Will can’t ignore Nate. Before the gunman strikes, Will must
either trust in Nate’s ability or rely only on the facts, but if he does the
latter, pride could be the death of him.
NOTE: This story is a do-over, and has almost tripled in size!
This book was previously published but has been revised and edited in this
edition.
EXCERPT
Nate woke with a start, his heart
pounding. He reached for the water glass on the nightstand and almost dropped
it. Rarely did he dream of death, but when he did, he took notice. That it was
Will he’d seen in his nightmare made it more complicated.
No matter. Nate had a
responsibility to explore the possibility that this was a precognitive dream.
Beyond that, he didn’t want to think about the consequences of taking action.
Nate grabbed his sketchbook from
his nightstand. He picked up a charcoal pencil and sketched the dream images
before they vanished from his mind—the gunman had worn an orange baseball cap
and dark hoodie. Nate recognized the oval-shaped plaza with its pruned elm
trees and classical bandstand. Will and Nate used to jog the trails throughout
Golden Gate Park, and Spreckels Temple of Music had been one of their favorite
places to see a concert.
There would be no reason for Will
to be on a stage, especially a bandstand in San Francisco. He had moved after
their breakup and now lived in London. Yet Nate couldn’t shake off the sense of
dread. Maybe he had substituted Spreckels for a place in London? Sometimes his
dreams were hard to interpret. Images were often metaphors.
But this nightmare… Shit. The man with the gun could be a
metaphor for himself. He did own an orange baseball cap stuffed away in the
back of his closet.
No. No way was Nate the shadowy
figure. Sure, at first he’d wanted retribution, for Will to suffer as much as
Nate had. The hurt and anger burned for months. Then one summer morning, he had
awakened with a feeling of peace. The ache in his chest had lessened. From that
day forward, he’d wiped Will from his memory and gotten on with his life.
Nate finished his drawings and
tossed the sketchbook and pencil on the floor.
Next to him, Lulu napped on a
pillow. Nate snuggled the furry body to his chest. The cat’s warmth eased his
anxiety.
Lulu meowed at being disturbed as
she sprawled into Nate’s arms. He’d taken in the ginger kitten when he found
her on his stoop. A bowl of milk a day had convinced her to become his constant
companion.
He scratched the underside of
Lulu’s chin. “What should I do? He doesn’t live here. And even if I did find
his number, he’d laugh me off the phone.”
Lulu tilted her heart-shaped head
and blinked those expressive green eyes as if to say Nate was crazy to even
consider calling his ex-boyfriend.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’d be
insane to open myself to his ridicule.”
Will, a scientist through and
through, would never listen to Nate’s warning. Will only believed in what he
could prove in a laboratory.
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Meet
the author:
Rainbow Award winner, Viki Lyn is a successful writer of sexy
romance, both gay and straight. She likes a challenge and at times breaks the
rules of her genre. But always, it’s the romance that drives her stories to
their happily-ever-after. You can also find her at Viki Vina Romance – the site
of her books co-authored with Vina Grey. Check out their popular Orbus Arcana
m/m vampire series!
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Publisher: Loose ID
Cover Artist: April
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Good morning Lee. Thank you for hosting me and my book Perceived Love today! I will check back for comments and questions. Have a wonderful day!
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