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Cassidy’s Touch by @parisbrandon is an April 99c Sale Event pick #99cents #paranormalromance #pnr

Title: Cassidy’s Touch

Author: Paris Brandon

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book Blurb:

Charlie “Chance” Coraggio doesn’t remember anything before he could walk through walls and that includes the crazy woman telling him he’s been asleep for nearly one-hundred years. The life he should have lived has been stolen and all of the people he’s ever loved are dead.

Now, both are bound by blood to a demon and to stop their possession they must find out who’s coming for them and why, because the only reason for a sleeping curse that’s lasted nearly one-hundred years has to lie somewhere in a past Chance can’t remember.


Breathe in. Breathe out. Imagine the audience naked. Her agent’s advice had never failed her. The studio lights came up and Cassidy Spencer pasted a smile on her face that lasted through her first two readings, a man wanting to know if the antique baseball card collection he’d found had belonged to his father, and two estranged sisters fighting over ownership of their grandmother’s silver tea service.

Thankfully, one touch was all she’d needed to see that granny had been the last to handle the teapot, and she’d wanted the set to go to a distant niece. The cards had been a bit more difficult. There had been decades of owners and handlers to sift through before she’d gotten to the man who’d sold his prize possession to pay his son’s medical bills.

Unfortunately, the emotional signatures of anyone who had handled the objects possessed a corresponding energy that added to what she’d been absorbing after dealing with the shooting schedule of her Chicago-based reality series, “Cassidy’s Touch”, for the past two weeks. Her hands shook with the effort to control the static current that was starting to make her head pound.

One more reading and she was finished until her new contract was negotiated.

She took a deep breath and brushed her fingertips over the two-carat, marquise cut, blue-white diamond engagement ring nestled in the carefully crafted folds of midnight-dark velvet. Displayed on the low, satin-draped table separating her from her final guest, the sparkling gem drew appreciative gasps from the audience as the studio lights brightened. A close-up was provided, via a screen only they could see.

The last bit of stagecraft gave her a few moments to puzzle over her final guest. She’d been trying to place him since he’d walked onto the set a few minutes ago and sat down on the couch opposite her.

To heighten audience anticipation, nothing about the last guest was ever revealed; not their name, occupation or reason they wanted an object read. Tonight’s guest had his own edge-of-his-seat anticipation going on, but his identity eluded her.

Dressed in black from his turtleneck and leather jacket to his loafers; his teeth were bared in a rigid smile that was as fake as his spray-on tan. She gave him points for not coloring his gray crew cut, but who wore a leather jacket during a July heat wave?

Her fingers tingled when the warm, gold band revealed the image of the man seated across from her. No surprise there. He appeared to have an emotional investment that was making him uneasy, but she didn’t need to be psychic to guess whatever information he was seeking lay deeper.

She closed her eyes and slid her fingers over the jewel that warmed with the heat of her hand as she rolled and pressed. Cradling the ring in her palm, she curled her fingers, and waited for an image to unfold.

It came in a blur that sharpened slowly. Santa Claus decked out in camouflage and wearing a jeweler’s loupe would have made her smile except for the trepidation that colored his greed. Her instincts were screaming the moment before the image faded. A violent jolt burned its way up her arm and sizzled at the base of her skull. Exploded in a flash of light that was there one second and gone the next as the scene unfolded.

The ring’s owner had still been alive and screaming, panicking because she couldn’t remove it fast enough. The middle-aged blonde woman had tried to jerk her plump hand away because she’d known the instant her assailant had decided his knife was the solution.

The man who’d cut off her finger was tall and skinny. The detailed tattoo of a snake slithered across the back of his right hand, its forked tongue curling around his gnarled forefinger. The ring hadn’t gone over the first joint, but he’d placed it there to admire before dropping his bloody treasure into a small, dark bag.

He turned as if just remembering his hysterical victim and proceeded, without hesitation to stab her over and over, counting each wound as if he’d been meeting a quota.

Cassidy blinked and struggled to open her fist before the energy from the savage encounter melded it shut. Her stomach heaved, and her hands began to shake. She dropped the ring back into its midnight-dark velvet nest before the fingers of her right hand curled until they formed a cramped fist, nails biting into her palm.

The woman’s terrified screams were still ringing in her ears when she finally looked up—and remembered why her guest seemed familiar. Jacob Atwell, the attorney for Brent Collier, the murdered woman’s husband. The high-profile case had sparked a media frenzy several months ago, along with most, but apparently not all of the grisly details of her murder.

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What makes your featured book a must-read?

I write what I love to read, fast-paced adventure stories peopled with characters who shall we say, color outside the lines. There’s adventure, mystery, suspense and of course, romance. It ticks all the boxes for me and hopefully for many other readers.

Giveaway –

Enter to win a $20 Amazon gift card:

Open Internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon Canada account to win. Runs April 5 – April 13, 2022. Winner will be drawn on April 14, 2022.

Author Biography:

USA Today bestselling author Paris Brandon writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing in a little mystery and suspense for good measure. She can be found most days bent over her keyboard creating worlds where sleeping beauty turns out to be a cursed bootlegger or an outlaw shifter is forced to go on the run with the assassin tasked with killing her.

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found searching through antique and thrift stores for vintage treasures, or communing with nature, which is code for sitting on the patio with a cup of tea and a good book. And as with any activity, chocolate is usually involved.

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5 bình luận

Thành viên không xác định
07 thg 4, 2022

I like the spring weather


Kara Vaughan Marks
Kara Vaughan Marks
07 thg 4, 2022

I love spring because of the flower. I’m still waiting here in SE Michiga!


Thành viên không xác định
05 thg 4, 2022

I love seeing the trees and flowers blossom during the Spring.


N. N. Light
N. N. Light
05 thg 4, 2022

Thank you, Paris, for sharing your book in our April 99c Sale Bookish Event!


Linda Gawthrop
Linda Gawthrop
05 thg 4, 2022

I look forward to working in my garden every spring!🌻

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