ABOUT THERESA

Theresa Weir (a.k.a. Anne Frasier) is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author of twenty-four books. Her memoir, The Orchard, was an Oprah Magazine Fall Pick, Number Two on the October Indie Next List, a B+ featured title in Entertainment Weekly, a One Book One Community Read, Target Book Club Pick, and Books-A-Million Book Club Pick.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

BAD KARMA AND SAMHAIN PUBLISHING

update:
Bad Karma to be released by Samhain Publishing, April 2010.








CLASSIC ROMANCE NEVER GOES OUT OF STYLE


Award-winning romance from bestselling author Theresa Weir (Anne Frasier)

BAD KARMA was originally published in 1999 by Harper Collins
edited by Anne Frasier/Theresa Weir 2009
2009 cover design by Fia M. Ryan

WINNER OF THE DAPHNE DU
MAURIER AWARD FOR PARANORMAL ROMANCE

ALL ABOUT ROMANCE DESERT ISLE KEEPER


She had no idea what she was looking for...until she found it.

She's the most exotic thing Egypt, Missouri, has ever seen and Daniel Sinclair mistrusts her instantly. A small-town cop with big-city suspicions, Daniel figures that Cleo Tyler, a psychic hired to locate the town's missing master key, is a fraud. He'd be surprised to discover, though, that Cleo wouldn't disagree. While she longs to believe psychic abilities don't really exist, she can't seem to explain those odd glimpses she gets into other people's lives, nor can she control the terrible flashbacks from her own past. All she wants is to put on a good show, collect the money, and hit the road and the sooner the better, from behind Egypt's quaint facade is a chill Cleo can't shake. She's not sure where it's coming from, only that it frightens her terribly...almost as much as her confused feelings for a certain skeptical cop she'd like to keep at arm's length, yet draw closer at the same time.


from the opening of BAD KARMA:


Folks there called it
Missoura. Daniel Sinclair used to call it Missoura. Now he called it Missouree. That pretty much summed up his status in the small town of Egypt, Missouri. Outsider.
His was a bigger fall from grace than most, because he hadn't always been an outsider. No, Daniel Sinclair had been born into the welcoming, nurturing arms of Egypt, Missouri, which was the only way you could ever really belong. You could live there twenty years, but if you hadn't been shot from
someone's loins on that sacred soil, you were an outsider. And if you were born there and left, well, then you could add traitor to your resume. And if you came back, nobody forgave you and everybody talked about your hoity-toity accent, which was really no accent at all, but rather the absence of one, a fact there was no use in arguing. You would never convince anyone in Egypt that he or she was the one with the accent.


and later:

"That was quite a show you put on today," Daniel said.
Cleo tipped her head to one side and looked boldly into his eyes, trying to find the truth in there somewhere. "You liked it?"
"You had those people eating out of your hand."
"But not you."
"Never me."
"You knew I was faking?"
"Yeah."
"But you didn't say anything."
“I've warned them, but they won't listen."
She came closer until she stood directly in front of him. He could see the
starlike pattern in her eyes— green shot with black. "You're not saying words they want to hear."

and later still:

"I'm looking out for both of us," he told her.
"But if either of us were tainted, it would be me, wouldn't it?"
"I didn't say that."
The heat lamp clicked, engulfing them in darkness. He reached behind him searching for the wall switch.
"Leave the light off," she whispered.
"I want to see you."
"I want to pretend you're somebody else."
"You're making me mad."
"I'm just being honest."
"Honest? You don't know the meaning of the word."

You've heard the name, you've heard the titles.
Now you can finally treat yourself to a Theresa Weir book and see what all the fuss is about.


1 comment:

  1. Hey -- this looks like fun.

    And cool new blog BTW.

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