Intuition or Sixth Sense?


I saw a news post about a woman at Walmart who had a feeling about a man. He was acting strangely and she wrote down his tag number. Later that same day the man abducted a seven year old girl. The woman gave the tag number to the police and the child was saved.

There was another case a few years ago where a woman had a feeling about a child being in danger and it turned out she was right. The child had been kidnapped and thanks to the woman's intuition or sixth sense, that child was saved.

The second case is where the idea for A Matter of Trust was born. Have you ever experienced intuition that saved you or someone you know? Have you experienced a sixth sense? Tell us about it. You share one and I'll tell you about one of mine.


A Matter of Trust

By MJ Flournoy


While watching a news account of the rescue of an abducted child, I became absorbed in the story. So much so, that I took that one event and built an entire plot around it. The person in the news story encountered a small child and her intuition told her something was wrong. Being a teacher, I have often encountered situations where that intuition kicked in to help a child. Often teachers have a sort of sixth sense where the well-being of students is concerned.
I took that grain of an idea and built it into the plot of A Matter of Trust. Jolie Wyngate is a teacher with a gift, or curse, depending on how she views it. She tries to keep knowledge of her ability undercover, but when the well-being of a child is at risk, she has to use her ability, regardless of the personal cost.
What would you do in a similar situation? If you had a special gift, but sharing that gift could cause you to lose the career you’d worked hard to establish, would you do it? Would you do the right thing regardless of personal costs?
I like to think that I would rise to the occasion. That my innate sense of always “do what is right, regardless,” would be strong enough to help me do what my conscious insisted I do.
That is exactly the dilemma Jolie faces in A Matter of Trust. She has learned through many personal setbacks that sharing her gift with others usually came with a steep price for her personally. Now she faces the ultimate challenge.
Mac Carlson is a man on a mission. Ex-Navy SEAL and security expert, Carlson’s mission is to save a kidnapped child. Jolie shows up on his radar as his major suspect. With serious trust issues on both sides, it seems unlikely that these two will be able to work together to save the kidnapped child, let alone develop a serious relationship.
Add to that the presence of the Maniac, the disembodied voice that is the source of much of Jolie’s information and the plot becomes very complicated. A Matter of Trust, by MJ Flournoy, available now.
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Excerpt:

A Coke, a fat one, or an orange soda.
"Not gonna happen." Jolie Wyngate shrugged, climbed from her car and hurried toward the convenience store to pick up a quick snack before continuing on her way south.
And why not?
"Because I have to drive another hundred and fifty miles, and I don't intend to stop every half hour for potty breaks."
You are so not any fun! It's just a Coke, for Pete's sake.
"And you, lady, are so predictable."
Make it chocolate then.
Jolie smiled. Chocolate, a compromise with which she could live. "Right."
And stop speaking out loud, people will think you're crazy.
"Me crazy? Get real, Maniac, I've talked to you since childhood. If I haven't landed in the
loony bin by now, I hardly think it's going to happen."
Humor me, then.
Jolie shrugged, continuing toward the store. She'd pick out a chocolate bar to keep her unseen companion happy.
Serve you right if I quit talking to you all together.
"Put it in writing." Jolie reached for the door handle.
A giggle erupted within Jolie's mind. Then, in the tone Jolie hated hearing: Shush, pay
attention. There's something wrong in there.
Oh, hell. Jolie bit the soft flesh of her lower lip. Her hand tingled as if the door was
electrified. Shit, this was the real reason for the Maniac's sudden thirst.
The cool, dry air of the convenience store surrounded her when she stepped through the open door. For a second, the young clerk behind the counter looked up from the newspaper spread in front of her. Nothing. Jolie expelled a breath of relief, exchanged a quick smile with the clerk, and then headed toward the candy isle.
Then she saw her. The little girl wandered listlessly down the candy isle, her small hand
trailing over the rows of candy, gently touching, but taking nothing. Jolie watched her for a moment, then scanned the store and saw no one in sight.
The child turned, her gaze lifting until it found Jolie. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes searching Jolie's for an instant. Then she moved closer and stared up at her. The expression on the small face caused Jolie's heart to turn over. She knelt to the child's level and touched the riot of red curls. A jolt of emotion skittered along Jolie's spine, but Jolie forced herself not to pull away.
"Hey, sweetie, does your mommy know you're out here alone?"
The little girl looked about three. She continued to stare mutely. Jolie smiled at her. "That your mommy behind the counter?"
She lifted the child into her arms. Unprepared for the sudden shock of pain and despair that engulfed her, Jolie almost dropped her. Instead, she tightened her arms instinctively around the frail body.
Something's not right.

Blurb

Her paranormal abilities had always caused her grief. But can they save the life of a child who has been spirited away from her parents and the life of the man she loves?

Jolie Wyngate is a middle school teacher with an extraordinary gift—or is it a curse? Throughout her life, she's been never been sure. Now, when she is implicated in the disappearance of a child, the ultimate value of her powers will be put to the test.

Mac Carlson, former Navy SEAL and security expert, is tasked with rescuing the girl, Rachael Anne. From the moment he meets Jolie, his suspicious and protective nature sets its sights on her as a prime suspect. Can Jolie clear her name and gain this man's hard-won trust?

More importantly, can she save the girl before time runs out? She won't be able to do it without her psychic abilities—but Mac has a hard enough time trusting Jolie as it is, let alone trusting her powers to lead them to Rachael Anne.

As Mac and Jolie realize they have no choice but to work as a team—and as they slowly warm to each other in the process—they realize they have a new problem: the man they are after has set his sights on Jolie. Now Jolie will need all of her abilities, and all of Mac's strength and skill, to stay out of the fiend's hands and bring Rachael Anne back home.

Bio for MJ Flournoy:

MJ Flournoy loves crafting stories of romance and suspense. Her interest in writing grew organically from her love of reading. A late bloomer, MJ attended college as a non-traditional student and earned a degree in history with an eye toward writing historical romance.
After graduation from college, MJ became a middle school teacher, which helps to keep her grounded in the real world while her plots take her away to the extraordinary worlds of imagination and creativity. MJ enjoys adding a twist of paranormal to her plots.
MJ makes her home in rural Georgia with her husband. She has two children and two
grandchildren. Her favourite activities are writing, reading, and travel.

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10 comments

  1. Mary Marvella // January 19, 2014 at 11:10 PM  

    Good job!
    I've never had such a feeling, but I suspect I'd have to say something if I did. The knowledge would eat at me until I let someone know. My conscience would not let me sleep.

  2. Scarlet Pumpernickel // January 20, 2014 at 11:26 AM  

    MM, knowing you as well as I do, I am quite sure you would not only speak up, you would intervene! I've had little feelings through the years and I've learned to listen to that still quiet voice. Thanks for reading.

  3. Autumn Jordon // January 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM  

    Always happens to me. The other night, as I filled my truck up with gas I watched as this young man raced into the parking lot, pulled into the darkest corner and hustled inside. After going through two robberies myself, something didn't seem right. I wrote down his license number and make of car, just in case. Then I watched. Fortunately, all was well.

    Your book sounds right up my alley. It's going onto my buy list. Congrats, lady!

  4. Mary Ricksen // January 21, 2014 at 4:38 PM  

    I get those feelings all the time, usually it turns out to be nothing. But, once in awhile. Like I was crossing at a major intersection and the light changed, the walk sign came on, but for some reason I just kept staring at it. Wondering why it was on when there was going to be an accident. And boom right where I would have been walking two people go hit by a car that had been stolen. The driver kept going...

  5. Scarlet Pumpernickel // January 21, 2014 at 8:03 PM  

    Autumn, I'm glad that you event turned out not serious. But that is almost exactly how the one occured at Walmart and the little girl was saved because the young woman listened to that instinct.

  6. Scarlet Pumpernickel // January 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM  

    Mary, I am so glad you listened to that little voice that told you to wait. We have to learn to stop and listen to our intuition.

  7. Scarlet Pumpernickel // January 21, 2014 at 8:26 PM  

    Promised to tell you about one of my times. Remember way back in '96 when the Olympics were in Atlanta? Well, Atlanta started preparing for it about two or three years ahead. During those years I went to my writers meeting monthly in Atlanta religiously. I hadn't missed a meeting in years! But I told everyone that I was not going to come to Atlanta during all the chaos. I insisted I was not going to the Olympics, not even visit the Olympic Park. One morning I got a phone call. My daughter asking me to go to the Olympic Park with her and a friend. I refused. They called back. I started to refuse, then that little quiet voice said, you have to go. So I went. We walked around the park, had dinner at one of the downtown restaurants and walked some more. We stopped at one of the music venues. Everyone who knows me, knows I'll always sit rather than stand, so I sat on a bench beside a African American woman to listen to the music. Suddenly I turned violently sick. I told my daughter we had to leave. We walked away from the music venue and I started to feel better. We continued to walk and made a round of the park and returned to the music venue. No sooner had we stopped to listen to the music than I turned violently ill again. This time we left the park and made our way to the staging area of the buses. As we stood waiting for a bus, the entire bridge shook. There was a bus coming up, so we thought that was what caused it. I was so sick, they put us on the first bus, ahead of everyone else. We arrived at North Point and stopped to get some medicine for my upset stomach. That's when we learned about the bomb in the park and the lady sitting on the bench being killed. If I had not gone, my daughter would have been standing listening to the music when that bomb exploded. Thanks God I listened to that little quiet voice.

  8. Beth Trissel // January 22, 2014 at 6:23 PM  

    Wow. Fascinating post. I have had many instances of a sixth sense.

  9. debjulienne // January 24, 2014 at 4:12 PM  

    I'm anxious to this this story...can't wait...

  10. Mary Marvella // January 24, 2014 at 6:12 PM  

    Scarlet, you have the most interesting experiences!