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The Seer by Charlie Daye - Book Tour + Giveaway





The Seer




Sidney Rinn Series


Book One


Charlie Daye

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: CMV
Date of Publication: 4/1/2015
ISBN: 1542960762
ASIN: B00T4ZFWU0
Number of pages: 284
Word Count: 51,877

Cover Artist: CE Black

Book Description:

My name is Sidney Rinn. Growing
up in an orphanage without parents and not knowing where you come from is hard,
especially when you have a gift like mine. I’m a seer. I can see the past in
any location I enter.

Sometimes I see ghosts but mostly
what I see is an instant replay of whatever event played out there. If it was
important or traumatic to the person at the time then it’s important to me,
otherwise I wouldn’t see it. No, I’m not psychic nor do I claim to be. I’m just
your average girl with an above average talent.

Unfortunately, that talent had me
seeing a murder I was never meant to see, which in turn, led me two of the
sexiest men on the planet – Det. Denton Archer and PI Mitchell Caldwell. When
Denton asked for my help on the case, I jumped in with both feet not realizing
that that decision would change everything.

Now, I’m in love with both men
and the killer is after me. Can my life get anymore complicated?


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Excerpt:


We entered a conference room
where a bunch of pictures had been laid out for me to inspect. At least I
assumed they were for me, otherwise why else would I be here? I leaned over and
started perusing the selections.

            “Can
I get you anything before we get started? We have a soda machine, water or if
you’d prefer I could make you a cup of what serves as coffee around here.”

            I
smiled, “Tempting offer Detective but seeing as how I come from a generation
that has been spoiled by Starbucks I think I’ll have to pass on your imitation
coffee. I would, however, accept your offer of a non-alcoholic bubbly.”

            He
smirked, “And what can I get you?

            “What
are my options?”

            “We
carry Coke products.”

            I
held my hand over my heart with feigned disappointment “You’re killing me! I’m
a total Pepsi girl!”

            He
tried looking contrite. It really didn’t work for him. He was too smolderingly
sexy, “I could run out and get you a Pepsi.”

            I
dropped down into the closet chair and waved my hand in the air, “Nah, Coke’s
fine but I think I should warn you Detective that I’m not always this easy.”          

            He
walked over to the door and stopped before leaving. Looking over his shoulder,
he gave me the hottest look I’ve ever seen, “I should hope not.”

My eyes rounded in shock as I
watched him disappear through the door. If I wasn’t mistaken I would swear the
good Detective had just flirted with me. I mean, I know I’m new at this and all
but come on – that couldn’t be any more blatant unless he tattooed it across my
ass.

            The
question now becomes, do I flirt back or pretend it didn’t happen?

            The
good Catholic girl in me says to behave and pretend it didn’t happen, I do have
my sweet Larry at home after all. But, the devil on my shoulder says what’s the
harm in a little casual flirting? It’s not like I’m going to go home with the
good Detective and screw his brains out. Oh, decisions, decisions.

            I
looked up as the man in question walked back in with soda in hand. He placed it
down in front of me, “Let me know if you get hungry and we can break for some
food.”

            I
popped open the soda and took a sip, “Do you always entice the ladies with
canned soda, take out and mug shots?” Ok, the flirting won out.

            He
stared at me across the table with those dark soulful eyes, his lip twitched into
a sly smile before he replied, “Always.”

            I
took another sip before placing the can of soda down on the table, “You might
wanna work on your strategy Detective. I’m not sure mug shots are the way to
go.”

            He
nodded thoughtfully and leaned back in his chair, “Got it. Mug shots are out
from this point forward but what about the canned soda and take out?”

            I
smiled, “Depends on the takeout.”



About the Author:



Charlie Daye began writing at the
tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the
supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She
will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will
always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.


Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood,
California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story
was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to
write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the
kids in the class wrote one to two page stories... Charlie wrote eight. The
short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards
and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of
expression.


Since her writing career began
she's has published several titles... The House, The Colonial, The Reservation,
The Portrait, The Gypsy's Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and
Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the RONE Award.






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