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!
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Through
Her Eyes
The
Mind’s Eye Series
Book
Four
Deborah
Camp
Genre: Romantic
Suspense/Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: July 24,
2017
ASIN: B071KC41NB
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 92418
Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt
Tagline: She can see evil and
evil can see her
Book Description:
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
Excerpt:
“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.
Communicating with readers and
other writers is something she enjoys, so don't be shy about visiting her
online. If you post a review of her books, you'll probably receive a personal
"thanks" even if the review isn't entirely favorable!
Deborah lives in Tulsa, OK where
she is continually inspired by real cowboys, real Indians, and real heroes and
heroines.
Thanks for spotlighting my book! I hope your followers will enjoy it. If they haven't read the first book in the Mind's Eye series, I'd be happy to send it to them FREE. Just join my Happy Campers Super Cool Readers Group via my website (www.deborah-camp.com) and I'll send you a mobi or epub version ready for your Kindle or other ereader.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I LOVE this! How amazing that you were able to travel to your setting. I've never been to New Orleans, but it's on my bucket list! It's a setting in my book, so let's just say I did a LOT of research, hahaha. I love New Orleans because it's so rich with culture and history, and so sexy and mysterious. I try to read as much fiction set there as possible, to see how other authors interpret the locale. ;)
DeleteHi Deborah,
ReplyDeleteThat's a very generous offer! :-)
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