by Minnette Meador
Reggie shrugged and rubbed his nose with a long forefinger. “The succubus is drawn to powerful men…psychics.”
“That’s horseshit, Reggie. I’m no psychic.”
Reggie nailed him with a cold gaze and chuckled under his ghostly breath. “Let’s see…you see dead people. Not only do you see them, but you talk to them as well. As a matter of fact, some of your best friends are dead. Sounds rather psychic to me. But what do I know?”
Keenan licked his lips. “Oh.”
A GHOST OF A CHANCE (Resplendence Publishing – June 2011)
When I was a teenager, it was the 70’s when ESP, clairvoyance, and telekinetics made a big splash in the US. I had a teacher who was really into psychic abilities and he asked some of us to participate in an experiment with a friend of his. His friend happened to be a very well-known professor of psychology at Portland State University. There were about ten of us who volunteered to do the gauntlet of ESP or Psy test at the university. Two of us had very high readings and moved onto another set of tests. I had the highest ESP readings in the group. Now, honestly, I think a lot of it had more to do with my ability to read facial expressions and something else I’ve had all my life: I’m a witch.
No, not that kind of witch. I’m what some call a Dowser or Water Witch. For some reason my neurons are arranged in some very strange configurations and my body acts like a kind of conduit for energy, whether it’s electricity, moving water, or even emotions. I can find water, metal, electricity, and sometimes even nothing. It’s not exactly rocket science and, to tell the truth, I still don’t know precisely how it work. I just know it does.
Because of it, I have a gift for reading people, not only by their faces, but also by the energy they are emanating. Weird, huh? I’m very good at reading emotions, especially very strong ones, only because they create a stronger emotional “current.” This makes it very hard to be in crowded places, like malls, movie theaters, etc.; crowds give me a splitting headache. However, I’ve learned to control it over the years. Now, for those of you who think this is magic, it’s actually very scientific; it’s just that I can feel magnetic fields that others can’t. You should have seen me the first time they put me in an MRI; I scared the tech out of his wits when I could tell him exactly where the scanner was on my body. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.
In my book, A Ghost of a Chance, my wonderfully funny protagonist, Keenan, has abilities himself. He can see ghosts… and not just one or two; he sees them all. He puts out streetlamps as he walks by them when he’s angry or upset (which my husband swears I do all the time – he actually watches for it). And, on top of this, he has an uncanny ability to save the world, even though he doesn’t know it.
So, what about you? Are you psychic? Do you know someone who is? Are you the kid with all the gnarly powers? Tells us about it. You’d be surprised how many of us have them… or how many of us deny them. Share your experience and I will post the top three on my blog this week! I’ll have a drawing for a very special prize between all the entries that I add to my blog.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll check out my new book A Ghost of a Chance. It’s full of ghosts, angels, demons, and one slightly used psychic who goes through a comedy of disasters to find his heart’s desire.
A GHOST OF A CHANCE – Excerpt
a paranormal romantic comedy
(Book I in the Ghost Series)
by Minnette Meador
RELEASE DATE: JUNE 22, 2011
Keenan Swanson is your typical, everyday graphic designer. Well, except for the hundreds of pesky, prank-loving poltergeists that make his life interesting (in a Chinese curse sort of way). He finds his situation precarious yet manageable—until witty, smoking-hot coworker Isabella enters the scene and Keenan decides he wants her all for himself. With a horny succubus who has other ideas, a burly city cop determined to lock Keenan away, and an evil entity who’s hell-bent on using Keenan’s seed to create a living demon, the reluctant psychic realizes he just might not come out of this alive—or with heart intact.
“Hysterical and very original!”
2-Time Rita Winner Wendy Warren