Book Blurb ~
Grace Jensen survived a horrific fire at age 15. The flames changed her: badly scarred in body and mind, Grace developed an ability to feel other people’s pain. Unable to bear human touch, she has made a small life for herself in Northern California, living with her hoarder mother, tending wounded animals, and falling a little in love with her former doctor. Her safe world explodes when the magnetic Marly Kennet reappears in town; Grace falls right back into the dynamic of their complicated friendship. Marly is the holder of many secrets, including one that has haunted Grace for over a decade: what really happened the night of the fire?
When Marly exhorts Grace to join her in Las Vegas, to make up for the years they have been lost to each other, Grace takes a leap of faith and goes. Although Marly is not entirely honest about her intentions, neither woman anticipates that enlarging Grace’s world will magnify her ability to sense the suffering of others—or that she will begin to heal wounds by swallowing her own pain and laying her hands on the afflicted.
This gift soon turns darker when the truth of Marly’s life—and the real reason she ended her friendship with Grace—pushes the boundaries of loyalty and exposes both women to danger.
Publisher: Indie-Visible Ink
Genre: Mystery, Psychological Suspense, Paranormal, NA
Format: ebook, paperback
Release Date: February 2013
Buying Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble
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About the Author:
Jordan E. Rosenfeld
learned early on that people prefer a storyteller to a know-it-all. She
channeled any Hermione-esque tendencies into a career as a writing
coach, editor and freelance journalist and saves the Tall Tales for her
novels. She earned her MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars and is
the author of the books, Make A Scene: Crafting a Powerful Story One
Scene at a Time (Writer’s Digest Books) and Write Free! Attracting the
Creative Life with Rebecca Lawton (BeijaFlor Books). Jordan’s essays and articles have appeared in such publications asAlterNet.org,
Publisher’s Weekly, The San Francisco Chronicle, The St. Petersburg
Times, The Writer and Writer’s Digest magazine. Her book commentaries
have appeared on The California Report, a news-magazine produced by
NPR-affiliate KQED radio. She lives in Northern California with her
Batman-obsessed son and Psychologist husband.
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Excerpt
From Chapter 7
Marly’s
shriek of alarm wakes me. I am alone in her bed, still in my clothes. On her
night table sits the bowl I cleaned her face with, the bloody water now a murky
brown. Marly shrieks again, the sound coming from the bathroom. My leap is so
fast that the skin of my right leg stretches painfully in indignation. In the
bathroom she is turned sideways inspecting herself in the mirror.
“Don’t look. It makes it hurt worse
when you look.” I know exactly what it’s like to wake up totally changed from
your former self. I can remember Adam as a young resident in training,
holding a mirror tilted upward at a careful angle so that all I
could see in it were the tiny pinhole dots of ceiling tiles—a galaxy of
symmetry. Thirteen years before I raised that mirror with terror, bits coming
into view as foreign as if I had stepped off the plane onto Mars. There was no me in this view, only raised, raw, red
mounds of flesh. Chewed, ruined,
scourged, masticated, swollen, raw.
“What did you do to me?” she says
now in a tight, low voice.
Why didn’t I call 911 and make them take
her to the emergency room? What kind of a friend am I? “I’m
so sorry Marly. I just didn’t want to fight you…”
Slowly she pivots toward me.
“That’s…not…possible,” I say when I
see her.
No bruises. No swelling. No traces
of blood. Her few chicken pox scars are gone and her skin is truly glowing. I
am grateful to have so few hair follicles, for those remaining are all standing
painfully on end. Marly walks toward me and I have the urge to back away, like
she has been made undead.
“You healed me, Grace.” Marly’s eyes
are wide and bright. They unnerve me.
“That’s ridiculous.” My voice is a
barely audible whisper. “That’s impossible.”
“Grace,
I’ve read about this type of thing.
Marly runs her hands across her face. “I looked like Mike Tyson’s handiwork
last night. There is a bowl of bloody water by my bedside, so you can’t tell me
it wasn’t real.” She runs a finger down her smooth cheek. “You have a gift,
Grace.” She sounds euphoric, like she is about to fall at my feet and kiss the
hem of my skirt.
I’m not saying it’s possible
but…How? Why now?”
The top of her head seems to grow
taller with the widening of her eyes. “What do you mean ‘why now!’ Grace, you
always…always saved my ass.” She bows her head, and I have a bright and
unwelcome flash of memory: Marly in a
yellow dress, smeared with blood. “You’ve never tried until now, have you?”
I
stare at her, forming a protest. Of
course not! Touch is painful to me. I close my eyes, rest my palms against
my cheeks, and take a deep breath, wondering if I’ll feel that serpent-like
energy again.
Marly
circles her right wrist with the fingers of her left hand with a suddenly
wistful expression. “Oh,” she says softly. “It’s gone.”
“What?”
She looks
up at me with ocean-dark eyes. “Oh…it’s stupid.”
“Well
now I want to know for sure.”
“I had a scar from the fire.” She sounds afraid of what I’ll say.
“I had a scar from the fire.” She sounds afraid of what I’ll say.
“I
always wondered if you had any, if you were burned.” A laugh, slightly hysterical, wants to escape but I bite it back.
She
keeps rubbing the skin, as though burnishing a piece of silver. “It was a part
of me I was used to. But it’s gone now.”
There’s
something more under the surface that I can’t read, but I’m so shaken by what’s
happened I can’t begin to sort out her unspoken feelings, too.
I
stand there for several minutes, breathing in and breathing out, trying to
clear my mind. If I could, if I did remove Marly’s scars, what could I do for
my own body? I hold an image of my cheeks as they were before…smooth and
freckled, my eyelashes long and reddish-blonde. I’d thought myself plain,
especially in comparison to Marly. Now, I’d consider myself a supermodel to
look that way again. Foolish as I feel, I place my hands on my face. After what
must be ten minutes I feel something—the strain of holding my hands up to my
face. My shoulders ache and I drop them with a sigh.
Marly
looks at me, hopeful.
“Nothing.”
“It
was real,” she says, “what happened. You can do it again.”
Her
certainty makes me uncomfortable. I want to put our feet back in the real
world. “Whatever happened, you do
realize we have no proof now that Loser
attacked you. There’s nothing to take to the police.”
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