The media has nicknames for Marnie Baranuik, though she’d rather they didn’t; twice-Touched by the Blue Sense, a rare dual-talented psychic with a doctorate in preternatural biology and a working knowledge of the dark arts, she was considered without peer in the psychic community.
Her first big FBI case ended with a bullet in one shoulder and a chip on the other, a queasy heart and a serial killer in the wind, leaving her a public flop and a private wreck. When the FBI’s preternatural crimes unit tracks her down at her remote mountain lodge in Ten Springs, Colorado for her insight on a local case, she isn’t particularly eager to stick her neck out again, but her quiet retirement is promptly besieged by a stab-happy starlet, a rampaging ghoul, and a vampire hunting jackass in tight Wranglers. Marnie figures the only real mystery is which one will kill her first.
Too mean to die young, backed up by friends in cold places, and running with a mouth as demure as a cannon’s blast, Marnie Baranuik is about to discover that there’s no such thing as quitting time when you’re Touched.
Touched, Book 1 of the Marnie Baranuik Files, is available here:
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(editor’s note: AJ Aalto is afraid of clowns, team mascots, Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, the Tooth Fairy, centipedes, millipedes–and any other critter with too many “pedes”–maggots, hornets, red ants, propane tanks, dental pain, being late, being early, being noticed, being edited by a smug bastard, being abducted by aliens (they’re real, I tellzya) being seen in a bathing suit, and other people’s basements … also: being seen in a bathing suit, by an alien dentist, in someone else’s basement, late! *big breath* That would be bad. All bad. AJ Aalto is NOT afraid of snakes. Not even big-big snakes, like this beautiful baby.)