I like New Orleans, Louisiana because it’s old and interesting. Through Her Eyes is partially set there. I also love to travel the “river road” between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. I’ve done this several times and stopped at all the plantations along the way, taken the tours of them, etc. There is so much history there! Both good and bad, as is the way with history. I remember one plantation that had a photo of a ghost. They’d been renovating the top floor and attic. The owner had snapped a photo from the main floor up through the ceiling (which had a hole in it at the time) to get an image of the old rafters way up under the roof. When the photo was developed, there was a ghostly woman leaning over and staring down through the hole. She’s wearing a gown and her hair is in upswept in an old-fashioned hairdo and you can see right through her! I’ll never forget that.
I went to New Orleans last year and early this year for research on Through Her Eyes and stayed at the places in the book. Here are some photos of those hotels and the suites. They were lovely places – both unique to New Orleans. Of course, I love the Café du Monde and the French Market. What great places to people-watch!
Through Her Eyes
The Mind’s Eye Series
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: July 24, 2017
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 92418
Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt
Tagline: She can see evil and evil can see her
Psychic detectives Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker comb the streets of New Orleans in search of a serial killer who has claimed 19 lives and counting.
The suspect was in an accident almost two years ago that left him paralyzed in a wheel chair, but the murders continue. Is he faking it or has he enlisted a protégé to continue his reign of terror?
As Levi and Trudy draw closer to the truth, Trudy discovers new and unsettling psychic abilities in herself.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/_JwHgbn0T5c
“So, tell me about your experience,” Trudy said, sitting next to Levi.
“It was strange. Very strange. I was contacted – during a business meeting, mind you – by the dead son of the new contractor I was speaking with in my office. This kid – a salvage yard murder victim – popped into my head and started yelling at me. I tried to shut him out, but I couldn’t. I had to actually stop the damned meeting and tell the man that his deceased son was demanding an audience. Gonzo thought I’d lost my noodle.”
“Good Lord!” She covered her parted lips with her hand. “I’d say that was a heck of a coincidence, but . . .it seems to be so much more than that.”
“Yeah, right.” He sat back and drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds. “Anyway, the kid – Clayton Nelson – was hitchhiking in New Orleans when a guy in a pickup stopped for him. He couldn’t see much of the man’s face because he wore a ball cap and sunglasses. He had a mustache that looked fake to me. He used the ploy of something being wrong with his truck to get the kid to look under the hood and then he knocked him out with a blow to the head. Clay came to in a basement, his wrists and ankles bound with plastic ties and chains.” He shuttered his gaze from her. “That’s where he was murdered.” A few seconds ticked by before his lashes lifted to reveal his dark blue eyes that never missed much. “You’ve been in contact with the murderer already, haven’t you?”
Her heart jolted. He was uncanny. “I was in contact with someone who’s warped. I don’t know if it was the salvage yard killer.”
“Was he murdering someone?”
“Something. A cat.”
Levi’s upper lip lifted in disgust. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. He was practicing, I think.” She shuddered and blocked out the memory.
“The kid in my head showed me a compass and pointed to the N on it.”
She gasped at the reference. “Your true north?”
“Bingo. His way of telling me that you were already part of this.”
She reached for her glass of juice. They must be destined to examine this case. How else could she explain what happened to Levi and what she’d already experienced?
About the Author:
Deborah Camp is the author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical. She received the first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). "My Wild Rose" dealt with battered women and children.
A bestselling author, Deborah's books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor, even in her romantic suspense novels.
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Deborah lives in Tulsa, OK where she is continually inspired by real cowboys, real Indians, and real heroes and heroines.