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On Tuesday, September 23rd—only one day away *Squee*—I’ll be releasing book 1 in my Whisper Cove Series, titled Spirit Awakened.
Jake Mitchell is a neurologist who doesn't trust what can't be explained. That is, until he moves to the rumor-haunted town of Whisper Cove and meets a beautiful nurse named Faith Cabrillo. When Faith awakens Jake's sixth sense that defies science, he's thrown into a world of passion, spirits, and a centuries-old lovers’ curse that can never be broken....
In Spirit Awakened, Faith has attached a negative emotion to her coffee pot. Inside her kitchen, shoved in the corner and collecting dust, she simply ignores the machine. By refusing coffee, however, she’s also refusing to deal with her pent up feelings of betrayal. Or move ahead with her love life.
Meet Dr. Jake Mitchell. From their first meeting, something about Faith piqued his interest. When he drops by for a surprise visit, however, and finds her at the threshold ready to toss a coffee pot, price tag attached, he questions her motive. And doesn’t like her answer. Soon, he discovers she’s harboring an injury he’s determined to fix. In Jake’s words, “Symbols, whether a loved one’s ring or an unused coffee pot, could stir emotions that sliced the heart and soul, that made one yearn for something more or less.”
Using Faith’s example, the sound of coffee percolating, rich aroma, dark roast’s steam wafting from a mug, or the memory of the hot drink as it fills the belly, share something you’ve attach either a positive or negative emotional response to.
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I’ll go first... A jar of shells sends my mind reeling back to memories of sand between my toes, the crisp pacific splashing against my calves, the sun’s heat pulsing across my back in soothing waves. Laughter and gulls. These are memories of happy times with family and friends.