Thursday, October 23, 2014


Psychic Dreams…What Are They Really All About?
It wasn’t until 1997 when someone close to me shared what she believed was a psychic dream. I had never heard of this so I tried to be as open-minded as I could. The more she spoke, the more interested I became. She talked about some of the dreams she’d had over the years and how she’d tried to stop them from coming. For a while, she tried to decipher them and figure out how to understand her gift. But nothing she did uncovered more understanding of the unwanted ability and soon she stopped speaking at all of her gift.
As the days rolled by, the writer in me began wondering what must it truly be like to have this ability, no way to control it and no one believing you? What would it be like to dream events and not be able to make a difference? How would a woman deal with the ability if it had gotten her into a lot of trouble? As the days rolled by, the seeds of Wake Me were planted.
Sarah, the heroine of the book, has run away from her home city in hopes of escaping her ability of dreaming the future and all the trouble it has caused. But her dreams refuse to leave her alone and soon after her arrival in Austin, she sees the death of a college graduate student. I had such a great time trying to get into her brain, to understand her motivations and her reluctance to explore her gift. And once Jesse, the detective hero, showed up on the page, he brought a whole new layer of complications, a layer I had so much fun uncovering. I hope you enjoy Wake Me!   

Her psychic dreams come true.
Sarah McKinley’s attempts to take her foreknowledge of crimes to the Seattle Police Department marked her as a troublemaker and were never taken seriously. Starting over in Austin, she plans never to reveal her gift, but shortly after she arrives, the dreams begin again, and the local police want to know why she has knowledge only the killer could possess.
Detective Jesse Cordell watched his mother con people with her “psychic ability” all through his childhood. He hones in on Sarah, who has means, motive, and opportunity to have murdered the victim in his current investigation. Instinct tells him she didn’t commit the crime, but she definitely knows more than she’s letting on.
Can he put aside his doubts and join forces with her, against everything he believes in, to find the real killer? Or will he do his job and put her behind bars? After all, there’s no such thing as the “psychic ability.” Or is there?

The buzz around her head grew louder as more students joined the crowd. Yellow tape secured the crime scene several yards away, but limbs still stuck over the cement edge of the water fountain.
A guy in plain clothes ducked under the tape and ventured toward them. A gold shield hung from his belt. “Can anybody tell me what happened?”
“She can!” a male voice from behind called out.
Hoping to take attention off herself, Sarah joined the other students in whirling around to see who the guy meant. Several voices rushed toward the man, accosting him with different versions of the crime. Sarah floated through the sea of people, away from the crowd.
For the nine months, she’d lived in Austin, she’d never mentioned a word about her so-called psychic gift. Almost a full year had passed. She’d started to think she would be normal again.
But a brand-new dream reminded her she would always be different.
Heading toward the street, she picked up her steps. Don’t look back. You’ve done enough damage.
“Miss! Hey, wait up!”
“Damn.” She slowed her feet. No point in trying to run. She’d look guilty of something then the cops would have a reason to haul her off the school campus in cuffs.
Turning, she came face-to-face with the striking plain-clothes cop. “I’m Detective Cordell with Austin Police.” He stood at least six inches taller than she, his jet-black hair sheared in a standard cut for police. The bulk of his chest stretched the material of his short-sleeved dress shirt. With dark eyes and sexy confidence, he was all sorts of captivating. If he hadn’t been such a threat to her freedom, she might even have called him handsome. “Do you have a minute? I’d like to ask you some questions.”
There died his charm.


Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.
When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website,

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Alexa said...

Thanks, Linda!

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Janice Hougland said...

I liked the excerpt on this post. :-) Sarah definitely liked what she saw in Detective Cordell, evidenced by how he looked to her with his coloring, muscles and confidence. Captivating indeed. It was like cold water being thrown in her face though when he wanted to ask her some questions. I'll bet Sarah was sooooo tired of being disbelieved or thought to be crazy. This story sure sounds captivating and I really want to read it. Thanks for the post.

Kathleen Ann Gallagher's Place to Reflect said...

Thank you to everyone who stopped by. Alexa's stories are fantastic. I'm a fan!

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