“Sending you an SOS.”
When psychic Trudy Tucker hears this plaintive cry in her mind and then connects psychically with a little girl’s kidnapper, she is drawn to a small town in Missouri where everyone is suspect – including herself and her lover, celebrated psychic detective Levi Wolfe. As she and Levi work together to sort through whom and what to trust, an innocent life hangs in the balance.
What are four things you can’t live without?
My laptop. My Kindle. Food. Love.
What is your favorite television show?
“The Walking Dead” is my favorite right now. I love the character studies and the tense situations they’re in. It’s thought-provoking and very well done. Never thought I’d be so into zombies…but, of course, the zombies aren’t why I watch and love the show. It’s all about the situations and the characters for me.
If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?
When it comes to characters, I’m too fickle to choose one. I want to be the main characters in practically every book I read. But to play fair and answer the question – I’ll settle on Ana Grey. To be married to Christian Grey and have all that testosterone and money to play with – I could live with that!
What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?
Through His Heart is #3 in my Mind’s Eye series and that’s my latest. I will eventually put out a three-book set of the Mind’s Eye series – maybe a year from now. Next on my writing plan is an historical romance set in Texas a couple of years after the Civil War. It deals with the aftermath of war and how people deal with sweeping changes in their lives and the crumbling of their dreams. I should have it released in December.
What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?
Mary Stewart, Lavyrle Spencer, Janet Dailey, Sandra Brown, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz. I appreciate the first four for their unforgettable characters and sweeping stories of love, betrayal, courage, and passion. I appreciate the guys for their astounding ability to write tense, suspenseful, creative plots and scenes.
Who is Deborah Camp?
Author of more than 40 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. She worked for a few years as a reporter for newspapers before becoming a freelance writer. Deborah’s first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is widely published in non-fiction and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She is currently working on a series of novels featuring two psychics who work with police nationwide to identify and track serial murderers.
A Sneak Peek Inside Through His Heart
A shudder raced through her and her stomach knotted. Nausea rose up to her throat as darkness descended in her mind.
“I’m sending you an SOS. Sending you an SOS. An SOS.” Can you find me? Can you hear me?
“I hear you,” Trudy whispered, answering the small, trembling voice.
“Did you say something, Rachel? Are you singing something?” This was a different voice in her head. A deep bass, but gentle. Coaxing, cajoling, cunning.
The darkness parted like a curtain in Trudy’s mind and Rachel came into view. She sat in a child’s white rocking chair, her red tennis shoes dangling inches from the floor. A wedge of purple discolored her right cheek. Her lips twitched and her chin quivered.
“Be a good girl and do what you’re told and that won’t happen to you again. No one wants to hurt you. You gotta obey, though. Can’t say ‘no’ to your elders. Your mama should have taught you that.”
“Want me to kiss it and make it well?”
Rachel rounded her shoulders, making herself smaller. “Nuh-uh.”
“Okay then. I could make it stop hurting though . . . I’ll read you a Bible story. How about that? Remember what we talked about? God is way up here . . . then there’s his disciples right here . . . and then your elders . . . and you’re way down below that.”
Glimpses of hands . . . moving up and down, illustrating the levels. Dirty nails, dry skinned knuckles.
“Are you hearing me? This is important.”
“I want to talk to Mommy.”
“She doesn’t want to talk to you! God gave you to us. Your Mommy is busy serving the Lord and now you’re here serving us because it’s been ordained. Quit touching your face! That won’t help it heal. Come sit in my lap while I read. Did you hear me ask nice? You won’t like it if I have to ask twice. That’s my good girl. You act like this all the time and you won’t get any more boo-boos.”
Was he kissing her? Was he licking her?