Being a writer is one of the best jobs anyone can have. What’s not to love, right? We see and hear great stories about famous authors who have an entourage and fans all over the world. The writers eat chocolate and don’t gain any weight. They have book signings with miles of fans waiting frantically for a picture and autograph. They travel all over the country in private jets to deliver speeches and to read parts of their books in person. Yeah, that sounds like an AWESOME job.
In reality, though, most authors (including me) have day jobs, too. My two careers (as a teacher and an author) make me “crazy busy”. My brain is constantly working on fifty million things as once. As a result, I tend to forget things a lot more. I start walking in one direction and often jerk to a halt because I can’t remember where I’m going or why. My eyes get tired and weepy when I spend too much time on the computer. When I try to take it easy and watch something for 30 minutes, I often get up and down to do just one more thing. I have to prioritize each day so I don’t miss out or mess something up.
I chose to be an author in addition to my day job and on most days it’s still the best decision I’ve made. Do I get tired and snippy at times? Of course, with both of my jobs. Who doesn’t? And sadly, I still gain weight when I’m stuffing peanut M&Ms in my mouth with each round of edits I complete. But in the end, I can’t complain. I’ve got a pretty good life…even without the private jet.
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Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.
When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website, www.alexabourne.com.
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Her psychic dreams come true.
Sarah McKinley’s attempts to take her foreknowledge of crimes to the Seattle Police Department marked her as a troublemaker and were never taken seriously. Starting over in Austin, she plans never to reveal her gift, but shortly after she arrives, the dreams begin again, and the local police want to know why she has knowledge only the killer could possess.
Detective Jesse Cordell watched his mother con people with her “psychic ability” all through his childhood. He hones in on Sarah, who has means, motive, and opportunity to have murdered the victim in his current investigation. Instinct tells him she didn’t commit the crime, but she definitely knows more than she’s letting on.
Can he put aside his doubts and join forces with her, against everything he believes in, to find the real killer? Or will he do his job and put her behind bars? After all, there’s no such thing as the “psychic ability.” Or is there?
The buzz around her head grew louder as more students joined the crowd. Yellow tape secured the crime scene several yards away, but limbs still stuck over the cement edge of the water fountain.
A guy in plain clothes ducked under the tape and ventured toward them. A gold shield hung from his belt. “Can anybody tell me what happened?”
“She can!” a male voice from behind called out.
Hoping to take attention off herself, Sarah joined the other students in whirling around to see who the guy meant. Several voices rushed toward the man, accosting him with different versions of the crime. Sarah floated through the sea of people, away from the crowd.
For the nine months, she’d lived in Austin, she’d never mentioned a word about her so-called psychic gift. Almost a full year had passed. She’d started to think she would be normal again.
But a brand-new dream reminded her she would always be different.
Heading toward the street, she picked up her steps. Don’t look back. You’ve done enough damage.
“Miss! Hey, wait up!”
“Damn.” She slowed her feet. No point in trying to run. She’d look guilty of something then the cops would have a reason to haul her off the school campus in cuffs.
Turning, she came face-to-face with the striking plain-clothes cop. “I’m Detective Cordell with Austin Police.” He stood at least six inches taller than she, his jet-black hair sheared in a standard cut for police. The bulk of his chest stretched the material of his short-sleeved dress shirt. With dark eyes and sexy confidence, he was all sorts of captivating. If he hadn’t been such a threat to her freedom, she might even have called him handsome. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to ask you some questions.”
There died his charm.
~Author Jennifer Labelle~