Nightmare on memory lane. Iβm Darla. Iβm a psychometrist. I can read thoughts and emotions left upon objects. Some people call my ability a βgift.β Some people are idiots. You see, my ability isnβt providing easy answers when I try to learn who killed one of my innβs guests, a developer about
The Psychic Touch: A midlife paranormal mystery (Memory Guild Book 2)
β Scribed by Ward Parker
- Book ID
- 110580974
- Publisher
- Mad Mangrove Media
- Year
- 2021
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 132 KB
- Series
- Memory Guild Book 2
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B08Z8K6S92
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Psychic seeking psycho.
My name is Darla, and Iβm a psychometrist.
When I touch objects, I pick up the memories and emotions of other people who have touched them.
I was well into my midlife when I was recruited to serve on the Memory Guild, a secret society of supernaturals and paranormals. Based in one of the nationβs oldest cities, the Guild preserves historical memory while fighting lies and conspiracy theories.
And now a psychopath is trying to assassinate the members of the Guild. Including yours truly.
With the reluctant help of a handsome detective, I try to find out whoβs behind the attacks. In between that and trying to stay alive, I also have a day job: running a historic bed-and-breakfast. So Iβm kind of busy right now.
I donβt need the unplanned trips though a magic portal and the revealed secrets about my second husband who left me. All while dealing with my wacky witch mother and my trouble-prone daughter.
Iβm your typical overworked woman. Except I also have a price on my head.
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