**Voices & Visions by Lashell Collins**
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Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today we have another new-to-me
author and book! Today she is back to let us know about her latest release and
I can’t wait to find out more about it! Please allow me to feature on the blog Lashell
Collins and her release, VOICES & VISIONS …
**LASHELL COLLINS**
**BIO**
Lashell Collins is
an American author of romantic suspense, paranormal romance and rockstar
romance. She walks to the beat of her own drum, but that's okay 'cause she's
got a pretty good sense of rhythm. Basically, she's a geeky, quirky,
laid-back, rocker-loving kinda girl who's married to a retired cop,
motorcycle-riding, bad-boy alpha all her own, and she likes to write about
sexy police officers, werewolves and rockstars, or some inventive combination
of the three!
When she's not busy tapping away on her laptop and living vicariously through her characters, she can usually be found watching Grimm, rocking out to Slash, stuffing her face full of Chinese food, or riding on the back of her husband's Harley-Davidson. Between her book characters and the ones she knows in real life, her plate stays pretty full. But she loves to hear from readers, so give her a shout sometime!
When she's not busy tapping away on her laptop and living vicariously through her characters, she can usually be found watching Grimm, rocking out to Slash, stuffing her face full of Chinese food, or riding on the back of her husband's Harley-Davidson. Between her book characters and the ones she knows in real life, her plate stays pretty full. But she loves to hear from readers, so give her a shout sometime!
Publication
date:
March 27, 2020
Series:
Touched #1
Genres: Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Suspense
Genres: Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Suspense
**BLURB**
A psychic so powerful his abilities come at a
cost. A woman so special she alone has the power to touch him.
Detective Isaac Taylor is a broken man. Isolated by his strange abilities and what others perceive as weird behavior, he keeps his head down and excels at his job. But he hears the whispers of his colleagues and family members, and he feels like a freak among them. Then one wrong number phone call changes everything.
Sidney Fairchild is no stranger to danger. She’s a woman on the run, in hiding and existing below the radar. Despite her efforts to stay invisible, she witnesses a crime she knows could get her killed. Then she answers a wrong number phone call that changes her life.
Bound by their undeniable connection, Isaac and Sidney forge a bond stronger than anything either has ever known. But will his psychic abilities save her or lead to their mutual destruction?
Detective Isaac Taylor is a broken man. Isolated by his strange abilities and what others perceive as weird behavior, he keeps his head down and excels at his job. But he hears the whispers of his colleagues and family members, and he feels like a freak among them. Then one wrong number phone call changes everything.
Sidney Fairchild is no stranger to danger. She’s a woman on the run, in hiding and existing below the radar. Despite her efforts to stay invisible, she witnesses a crime she knows could get her killed. Then she answers a wrong number phone call that changes her life.
Bound by their undeniable connection, Isaac and Sidney forge a bond stronger than anything either has ever known. But will his psychic abilities save her or lead to their mutual destruction?
**EXCERPT**
The
further she drove the worse it got.
Rough-looking
run down houses, many of them boarded up and abandoned. A few war-wary souls
wearing expressions of despair walked the mean streets.
It
was the kind of area that could get a person killed.
Hopelessly
lost, Sidney knew she was in the wrong part of town with one glance out the
windows at her surroundings. She drove on, dread hardening her stomach like
quick-drying concrete.
She
had to find a place to turn around and get back on the right road, and fast.
The last remnants of daylight were fading and she didn’t want to be caught in
this strange, scary neighborhood after dark.
She took the next right, her gaze darting all
around.
Pop, pop, pop …
pop!
The
sound shot through the air.
Sidney
jumped and slammed on the breaks. Her body lurched forward and crashed into the
seatbelt. Through her windshield, she watched the kneeling man fall over dead
in the street. The two guys with guns — perfectly illuminated by her headlights
— looked up and stared at her.
Her
heart stopped.
Everything
around her seemed to freeze.
A
perfect moment suspended in time.
One
of the men raised his gun in her direction. Her heart exploded into a crazy
fast uneven rhythm, hammering at her rib cage like it wanted out.
“Shit!
Sidney, get out of here. Get the fuck out of here, now!”
She
muttered the panicked words out loud, her brain suddenly remembering how to
work again. Throwing the car into reverse, she stomped on the gas, not even
stopping to check if there was anyone behind her.
Gunfire
slapped her ears.
Instinctively,
she ducked her head with the ping of ricocheting bullets.
Tires
screeched.
She
jerked the wheel, narrowly missing a parked car, and entered the intersection
going the wrong way. She yanked on the gear shift and threw the car into drive.
Then she floored it, tires squealing as she sped back down the street she had
come.
“Shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit!”
She
sped through the streets like a formula one racer, zigging and zagging and
weaving and wending.
“Wrong
place! Wronger time, Sid. Way to go!”
She
glanced up into her rearview mirror and her heart sank at the sight of a large
black SUV racing after her.
“No!
God, please no!”
She
prayed out loud, begging for God to protect her.
Faster!
She
had to go faster.
Fear
rose up like a monster and gave chase.
She
stepped on the gas with all her might and fought to keep the car on the road.
The unshed tears stung her eyes, but she couldn’t afford to fall apart right
now. She weaved the car in and out of traffic, not giving a thought to other
drivers or the police.
Cars
honked. People gestured.
She
didn’t care that they were flipping her off and yelling obscenities. Staying
alive was her only concern.
She
took an immediate right, hoping to put more distance between her and the
sinister-looking SUV. The sign for I-90 West appeared like a vision.
“Yes.
Thank you! Come on, Sid. You can do this.”
She
swerved left, narrowly missing a car in the other turn lane. Then she shot
across the road, onto the entrance ramp.
When
she finally found her way back onto I-90, she stepped on the gas pedal with
everything she had. Checking her mirrors every few seconds to look for the evil
SUV, she fled downtown Cleveland under the cloak of night and headed back to
Rocky River as the sky grew ever darker.
This
is what she got for venturing into the mean, unfamiliar city.
Okay,
so it wasn’t LA or New York, but it was a city. And she wasn’t exactly sure
what she had witnessed back there, but she knew enough to know that she
shouldn’t have seen it.
Enough
to know she was now in danger.
She’d
witnessed a murder, and the men responsible for it had looked dead in her face.
That put her in very deep shit and she knew it. But she had to hold it together
for a little while longer. She had to get away, and she had to get away clean.
Terror
gripped her heart like a pit bull’s jaws clamping tight around torn flesh. She
zoomed over the freeway with a lump in her throat.
She
hadn’t seen the SUV in several minutes, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still
back there. Growing up in a neighborhood ten times worse than the one she was
currently fleeing had taught her a few things. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she
had to make sure she truly lost the SUV before she went back home. She didn’t
relish the idea of leading the killers directly to her front door.
For
nearly a solid hour, she drove around aimlessly, taking back road after back
road. At one point, she even pulled into a brightly-lit, busy fast food parking
lot and sat there for several minutes just watching her surroundings. Watching
for any SUVs that might be lurking.
That’s
when she realized the wetness of her seat.
“Jesus,
Sidney,” she whispered.
She
might’ve laughed at the situation if she wasn’t so petrified.
When
she was fairly certain no one was following her anymore she circled back,
finally picking up State Route 6, and slipped into Rocky River to her own
neighborhood. Turning off of Center Ridge Road, she made her way home, still
scanning her surroundings. She pulled her car into the garage — something she
didn’t normally do.
The
automatic garage door came down behind her and she sat clutching the steering
wheel for a long time.
“Stop
shaking, Sid.” Her own voice sounded hollow and far away. “Take a deep breath
and stop shaking.”
She
couldn’t move.
The
wet panties clung to her hidden places and the urine-soaked denim felt nasty
against her skin, but her butt seemed surgically attached to the driver’s seat
and she couldn’t make herself move.
“It’s
all good, Sid. You lost the SUV. No one followed you home. No one followed you.
You’ve got this.”
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