Murder With a Psychic Touch by
B.T. Alive My rating:
3 of 5 stars I finished reading an ebook before lunch. It was Murder with a Psychic Touch by B T Alive, and it's the first in the "Wonder Springs" series of paranormal cozies. Story is told in first-person point of view by the main character, Summer Sassafrass.
Summer's life implodes when she is passed over for a promotion, quits her job in a huff, and returns home to find a menacing character menacing her cat. Summer has the odd ability to touch someone and cause them short-term memory loss. She uses her gift to zap the man, grab Mr Charm, and make a run for it. The only place Summer knows to go is Wonder Springs, the town she recently received an odd letter from. There, Summer discovers that others have abilities similar to hers, and that her work nemesis is at the inn for a family reunion. When Nyle is poisoned, suspicion falls on Summer, as the two of them were actively arguing at the time, and she had delivered his meal to him. Now it's up to Summer to clear her own name, along with a little help from the perky Tina. It's too bad that the new guy that Summer is crushing on, Cade, seems to be paired with Tina. Summer is about to learn there's far more going on in Wonder Springs than she imagined, and that her family (whom she never knew) are right in the thick of things.
Eh, I don't know. The story was cute, but it sure didn't keep my attention. Summer was not the most likable character, and she had plenty of character flaws. I admired her persistence and tenacity. Tina was a sweetheart. I didn't care for Grandma nor Jake, the sheriff, who seemed far too eager to pin the murder on Summer.
Favorite lines:
♦ That's one advantage of running your questions past strangers instead of relatives. You could keep running.
♦ For all I knew, the town was plastered with Most Wanted posters starring the Murdering Redhead Substitute Waitress.
♦ In that last golden hour of sunset, the cherry and apple blossoms engulfed me in a luminous, fragrant paradise. But, like the original paradise, there apparently had to be a dude.
♦ Priscilla Pritchett didn't even have a cat.
Le gasp! The horror!
Average read, average score