Throw the Amulet

It is just a favor for my brother. One moment we are having fun — the next — everything is altered.
My intellect, I no longer control. The accident has ruined my life.

The demons — “gifts,” as my family calls them — I have worked to banish from my mind now grow exponentially. I can no longer constrain my paranormal powers.

With each supernatural incident, the power increases within me. Twisting, growing, in my core, it calls out like a beacon to the unnatural — the dead. Still, I must harness the force and turn it toward the good and productive.

Because as I struggle with my newly unleashed psychic abilities.
Those “gifts” are all that separate a kidnapped child from certain death.

Throw the Bouquet

Being psychic isn't cool.
It's not my fault Susan's fiancé is a loathsome money-grubbing sociopath. She picked him.

Still, somebody must end her groom's devious plan and stop the doomed wedding.

I want to be the daring friend who saves Susan from her lunatic lover. The issue is that I have no objective evidence, only an unreliable dream and suspicions brought on by my untrained psychic powers. There is a chance I'm wrong, and he does love her.

If I share my misgivings, it will be the end of our sisterhood. I'm not being overly dramatic. Susan is so in love with her groom that she will end our friendship if I share my suspicions.

Why can't Susan see her depraved fiancé's true nature? Why am I the only person who believes he is a ruthless bully cloaked in genteel charisma?

My decision has life-altering consequences. The first option will haunt me forever if my visions are true. The second choice turns me into a pariah amongst my friends and will needlessly ruin my friend's happiness.

Being psychic is such a drag...

Throw the Cap

Being a good friend is dangerous to your health when you're psychic.
Martin, my best friend, is frantic when his girlfriend Penny doesn't answer his texts. She isn't ghosting him...

Someone murdered her.

Martin is shattered. Before I can help him deal with his agonizing loss, the police handcuff him and whisk him off to jail.

It's up to me to exonerate Martin. I need a confession from the real killer. If there's ever been a time to be courageous and dare the use my paranormal "gifts," it's now.

I devise a plan to trap the murderer. I'm convinced I've left nothing to chance.

Why do I have this gnawing fear in my gut if that's true?

Throw the Dice

Stress causes even psychics to make terrible decisions.
At least, that's my excuse.
The snooty call from my future employer put a crimp in my plans. I can be frugal, but waiting seven weeks for my first payday is a lot to ask of a girl.

I can't help wondering about Granny's preposterous manifestation beliefs. I know they're hogwash. That's too bad. I could use a magical cash bonus to pay my rent.

Sonia and Trent suggest we make a road trip to the casinos of Biloxi. Surprisingly I let them talk me into driving them.

Is it fate at work to manifest the cash I need or a perilous mistake?
It turns out casinos are rife with a secret host of residual emotions. Never good for the sanity of a psychic.

I'm petrified by the mind-boggling number of spirits lurking on the hotel floor, hidden from the view of the guests. I'm frantic to win my elusive jackpot.

Any more time in the strange spectral environment is risky, and I may be trapped forever...

Throw The Elbow

Being psychic makes my love life complicated..

It would be easier to give in to my sexual urges if my life weren't so unpredictable.

My cousin Trisha surprises me with a much-needed vacation in Pensacola. Amazing timing.

I make one teenie little mistake, and the local police have the audacity to make me a person of interest. The crime? The murder of a popular business man's son.

Despite the risk to my sanity, I'll need to be brave and use my paranormal 'Gifts' to free myself and my new friend, Ace.

Who says I can't multitask? Wesley Greenwood, an uber-sexy naval flight school student, gives me a thrilling proposal. It's not fair. His steamy kisses, leave me wanting more than I should.

Throw the Fastball

Psychic powers attract dangerous players.
After the paranormal excitement the last few weeks, I'm looking forward to more "beach hair, I don't care" time. My hope is that the relaxation will put my "gifts" back into hibernation before I start my career at the law firm in Atlanta.

Freebie tickets to a minor league baseball game destroy any expectations of a break from the paranormal weirdness.

The Pensacola team's once-promising season is in shambles. Their ace rookie starting pitcher is throwing fastballs the opposition is crushing over the wall. Half the team is lost for the season with the most peculiar injuries. All awful timing considering the owner is in negotiations to sell the team.

Is it a coincidence or a revengeful payback scheme?
I spy a demonic Voodoo doll in the back of a player's car, my hyperactive curiosity kicks into overdrive and the facts surface like magic.

Throw the Gauntlet

Concealing, my psychic 'Gifts' is exhausting.

I'll be happy when my brother Dusty grows up and finds a girlfriend.
I'd be grateful for Dusty's offer to help me move if we weren't trading favors. Traipsing around a Renaissance fair is an agonizing price to pay.

Epic fail, Mama and I miscommunicated on the dress size, and it leaves me a little...exposed. But at least I'm not naked. Right?

There's nothing left for me to do but own my curvy sensual side as if I meant to tease the tantalizing knights and wizards at the event.

A lunatic poisons the crowd, and a nasty epidemic of Montezuma's revenge wreaks havoc. Sneaky cowards make me madder than a wet hen.

If that's not enough to knock the shine off the trip for me, it turns out a little known secret about a ghost in the castle is true. How do I know? Because I'm sleeping in the tortured spirit's room and she wakes me each night with a bloodcurdling scream.

Assuming we survive this nightmare, Dusty best not give me any lip about my furniture being heavy.

Throw the Hissy

 I should have seen it coming. My psychic abilities failed me this time. Or maybe I ignored them for my shinier illusions of grandeur.

What should be the most epic day of my life becomes my worst nightmare.

My new friend, Shane, tries to console me. He's thoughtful and so hot. But seriously, with my lifelong dreams dashed on the rocks, I don't even notice his tantalizing body. Much.

John Michael, Shane's grandpa, is my hero. He lends a patient ear and encourages me to have faith in my abilities. The real-world intelligence and excellent work ethic traits, not my paranormal 'Gifts.' The kind octogenarian's counsel encourages me to construct my new life plan.

The quaint fishing cabin they call home isn't as serene as it first appears. The devasting pain from an event decades earlier tortures John Michael's mind. Worse, it lurks in the shadows of his home.

I'll have to be brave and call on my 'Gifts' to help my new friends.