Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

Blind Sight–

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So I noticed this morning I haven’t told all y’all about my books. (Check up there under My Books. It’s changing!)

On July 24, I did a signing with my BIL Noel Nation, author of THE EDUCATION OF A TEACHER: LESSONS A SMALL TOWN TAUGHT A TEACHER  at the annual IEC meeting, and I noticed something.

My book, BLIND SIGHT, sells best of all my books, and I’m not sure why.

blind sight

I’ll let you read an excerpt. Maybe you can tell me why.

Back cover: Cassie Reynolds is channeling the dreams of a serial killer. But without the resources to stop him—if she’s able to discover who he is—how can she succeed? Only cynical Keegan Flynn, who believes in nothing and no one, has the tools needed to complete her gift. Will Cassie be able to make Keegan believe in time, or will Christmas this year be murder?

There are a couple of funny/weird things about this book.

WT #1–I wrote the manuscript, then set it aside while I started my next book. Then I decided to reread BS before sending it to my editor, and the antagonist surprised me! LOL.

door-to-our-room

WT #2– When I was nearly finished writing Blind Sight, Marilyn Pappano (critique partner and fantastic author) handed me a book by Kay Hooper. I’d never heard of Kay, nor had I read any of her books. But the book was about a touch psychic (like my book) named Cassandra (My heroine’s name is Cassaundra) who gets tangled up with a serial killer (same in my book.) Really weird, huh?

But if you read her book and mine, you’ll see those are the only similarities. Kay is an over-the-top fantastic author!

Want to read a little bit?

“Oh, I can find my way around her. In my hands, this baby will be very happy.” Gingerly caressing the leather-covered steering wheel, he glanced at Cassie in the semi-darkness to see her mouth drop open. While he hadn’t intended to give the words a sexy spin, seeing her face after she took the phrase the wrong way—eyes at half-mast, cheeks pinking, and her glistening bottom lip caught between her teeth—made him wish he could do it again.

“That’s right. You owned a Volkswagen in college, didn’t you?” Her voice rasped slightly as she buckled her seatbelt, then leaned away from him to angle her back against the door. In a play of shadow and light, the simple red dress she wore made her body look perfect, touchable, kissable. When she finally turned her head to look at him, the heat in her gaze stole the air from his lungs.

Without breath, he couldn’t speak or think, so he nodded. It didn’t matter what she’d asked. Whatever it was, he’d do it. Or find it. Or climb it. Or build it. For the woman gazing at him with eyes that could heat his very marrow, he’d do anything at all. Even take on a monster, if need be.

 

Hm. I might have to go back and read this book again. 😉

 

 

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Author: Susan Shay

For as long as I can remember, I've loved two things--reading and people--and that led me to become a writer. Many of my stories are set in Small Town Worlds. I'm a wife, mother, sibling and an aunt. I have a deep faith in God, and an exciting life in Christ. Maybe I shouldn't be (after all, he's God!) but I'm constantly amazed at the things He's up to. :)

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