Go ahead, celebrate. We're half way through the week! If there's one thing I love about Wednesday is that we're one step closer to Friday.
Today we have Susan Peterson Wisnewski's and her book, Blindsight. This book intrigued me as soon as I read the description and I am looking forward to reading it! If you've been following the tour, this is stop number 18!
Life is already bad enough after Tisha Adams loses both her job and her beautiful
Manhattanapartment. Living in a musty garage apartment and working for her uncle in Queens, her life is upended when she witnesses a murder on her train commute.When the body disappears, she teams up with Detective Murphy, a man with mysterious abilities. But Tisha is keeping a secret of her own, a skill she’s always hated and feared. The dead speak to her. And if she touches a person, their past, present and future are revealed to her.
But as the body count rises, and those closest to Tisha are drawn into the nightmare, Tisha’s only choice is to reach out to her estranged grandmother to learn more about her intuitive talents. In a race against the clock to rescue those in danger and solve the murders, she’ll need all her abilities. Even the gift she’s been afraid to use. The dead will speak, but only if she’s willing to listen.
Sound like something up your alley? Intrigued, and wanting more? We've got you covered! Check out this excerpt, scroll to the bottom for a giveaway, and don't forget to add BlindSight to your reading list!
Relief exuded from my pores, “Oh Daddy,” I squealed and raced to the door to unlock the latch. “What happened? It’s completely black outside.”
“Must be downed power lines or a blown transformer. I don't understand why the backup generators didn't kick in. I heard a scream and was worried. Are you okay?” he asked.
“It was so dark. I thought I was losing my mind.”
“Honey, you're fine. Everything will be fine.” He leaned over and gave me a big hug. I could smell his scent: an earthy mix of musk and sandalwood. He was into incense.
“I brought you a lantern. Should be good until I can get hold of your brother and figure out how he set up the generator. I thought I was the mad scientist in the family able to handle anything, but his configuration has me scratching my head. Want to come down to the garage and help?”
“If you need me, but I don't want to get in the way.”
“Honey, don't be silly. I might need an extra hand.”
“Okay let me throw on some shoes.” I moved the lantern toward my closet and pulled out a pair of sneakers. I sleep in a cozy pair of college sweats and had on a pair of socks.
Susan Peterson Wisnewski is an indie author from the northeast. She writes thrillers and paranormal with a sprinkling of chick lit and horror.
From a cruncher of numbers to a stringer of words, she decided it was time to follow her dreams and put down on paper all of those stories that floated around in her head. Raised in New York City and Long Island, she is a consummate shopaholic having been given the gift of style from her mother and grandmother. When not writing, she can be found shopping, visiting museums, gardening, or being walked by her oversized puppy.
Her books are a genre mix all neatly packaged together. Surprise and twists keep her readers guessing and she has been accused of writing books that can’t be put down. Pushing characters to challenges themselves is her trademark as is a creating strong female characters – no damsels in distress here. Her inspiration comes from seeing a situation and then enhancing it to create an unusual story line. And yes, she does see ghosts, or spirits as they prefer to be called and has had her run ins with a fairy or two.
If you have a book club and live on Long Island or in the Southern Vermont area, she’d be happy to come for a visit.