Highway
Thirteen to ManhattanThe Six Train to Wisconsin Series
Book
Two
Kourtney
Heintz
Genre: Paranormal
and Suspense
Publisher: Aurea
Blue Press
Date of
Publication: 11/1/2016
ISBN:
978-0989132688
ASIN: TBA
Number of pages:
420
Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist:
Creative Paramita
Book Description:
His secrets almost
killed her. Her secrets may destroy them both.
Kai is recovering
from a near-death experience when she realizes something isn’t right. Her body
is healing, but her mind no longer feels quite like her own. Her telepathic
powers are changing, too. She can’t trust herself. The darkness growing inside
of her pushes her to use her telepathy as a weapon.
Oliver clings to
the hope that he can save their marriage, even though he was the one who put
her life in jeopardy. As his wife slips further and further away from him, he
becomes increasingly obsessed with bringing the man who ruined his life to
justice.
The sequel to The
Six Train to Wisconsin is a genre-defying tale of love and consequences. Once
again, award-winning author Kourtney Heintz seamlessly weaves suspense and
paranormal intrigue into a real-world setting, creating characters rich in
emotional and psychological complexity.
"Family
secrets, paranormal suspense, and romance collide in Heintz's fascinatingly
original tale. A compelling read that will keep you guessing and haunt you long
after the last page is turned." -Gretchen Archer, USA Today Bestselling
author of the Davis Way Crime Capers
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The Six Train to
Wisconsin
Excerpt - Chapter One
Kai
Like
most daughters, I loved my parents, but right now, I wanted them anywhere but
here. Hospitals are always hard, but my parents managed to make it harder. My
head was already pounding from all the thoughts and emotions coming at me. Not
just from the patients and their families and the doctors and the nurses, but
also from my mother and father. Instead of shielding their thoughts and trying
to make it better for me, they let their emotions crash into me.
My mind
wasn’t strong enough for all this. Neither was my body. Tubes eviscerated my
right hand. A giant bruise blossomed beside the newest IV line. A cast wrapped
around my left wrist. My broken pinky finger had been set and taped to my ring
finger. The back of my head was held together with stitches. Beneath the
blanket, my body was covered in bruises.
I
didn’t feel any physical pain because of the medications the doctors pumped
into me. They said I needed it to recover, but it made my body feel like it
wasn’t mine. And the steady drip of opiates didn’t just steal my physical pain;
it left me unable to form the psychic shield I needed to protect myself from
the misery swirling around me.
Mom sat
in the chair closest to my bed. She wore one of her flowing peasant blouses and
faded jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and light brown strands
slipped loose to hang around her face. The corners of her hazel eyes were
pinched with worry.
Her
hand hovered over my arm, unsure where to touch me—if she should touch me.
Finally, she laid her hand gently on my thigh. “You just need to rest here for
a few more days.”
She was
wrong. I needed to get out of here. Away from all these thoughts as soon as
possible. “I want to go home.”
Mom
shook her head. “You need to let the doctors help you.” Like they did last
time.
Her
thoughts slammed into my brain. She thought hospitalization was the solution to
everything.
“Please.
Look at what’s happened to you. You can’t go home until you’re better,” she
said. I can’t lose you. I won’t let that happen.
I
didn’t know how to reassure her. Yes, I’d almost died, but being here was
hurting me more than it was healing me. I swallowed all the words I wanted to
say and hoped for Caleb to come back soon. My brother would know how to talk to
Mom, how to make her understand.
The
doctor came in to check on me and Mom’s agonizing fear rose up. Don’t let her
have brain damage.
Dad
patted Mom’s shoulder. He looked like an older, surfer version of Caleb. Both
were tall and muscular with curly blond hair. Dad’s hair was a darker blond
streaked with platinum from decades in the sun and salt water. His eyes were
greener than Caleb’s, but like Caleb’s, they were rimmed with purple bruises. When
Dad smiled, sun lines radiated from his eyes and cut across his cheeks. But I
hadn’t seen them since he’d arrived at my bedside. Instead, waves of exhaustion
rolled off him and rippled over me, right before I heard his thoughts. I can’t
go through this again, watching you slip away.
My
younger sister Naomi lounged in the chair in the corner as far from me as she
could get. She had Mom’s light brown hair and thin frame and Dad’s green eyes
and height. She looked nothing like me and only distantly related to Caleb. Her
long legs looped over the armrest as she flipped through a magazine. Thanks for
ruining Christmas break. I’d rather be anywhere but here.
I felt
the same way.
At
least Oliver was gone for the moment. Mom had convinced him to go home, take a shower,
maybe even sleep. I couldn’t bear his guilt; it was so thick it choked me.
Oliver.
My husband. God. I’d never loved and hated someone so much at the same time. I
still couldn’t believe he’d called my parents. He knew how bad they were at
handling me. How could he have thought that having my family here would be good
for me?
Bitterness
frosted my thoughts. I was in a hospital, bruised and battered. I’d almost
died. That’s what Caleb had said. He was the only one willing to tell me the
truth. Oliver had said it was bad, but he wouldn’t say how bad. He couldn’t
bear to admit what happened to me.
Kourtney resides
in Connecticut with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden
retrievers. Years of working on Wall Street provided the perfect backdrop for
her imagination to run amok at night, envisioning a world where out-of-control
telepathy and buried secrets collide.
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more about Kourtney and her books at:
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