My Review of A Curse of the Mind by Destiny Booze

I have to admit, I sat on pins and needles while I read A Curse of the Mind.  Destiny Booze accomplished what every reader longs for in this novel–she kept me entertained, biting my nails, and dreading what would unfold. 

When you’re a private investigator with the unlikely male name of Christopher Chambers, a woman has twice as much work to do to prove her worth.  It’s bad enough that she has instincts that most men would die for, a military past, and a shady past capable of making many run in horror. Chris runs Deniro Investigations, and handles cases even the most daring of P.I.’s won’t touch.  Perhaps she shouldn’t have taken Aidan Wolfe’s case, because a cold-blooded killer is eliminating Chris’ team members one by one. 

Chris’ sanity is tested when she discovers  she can’t win in her battle against the killer.  It’s hard to second guess a murderer when he’s into techlepathy, a combination of technology and telepathy.  Using his skills, he’s always one step ahead of her, and capable of reading her mind?

A Curse of the Mind was a spine tingling rollercoaster ride through my favorite subjects, murder and the unknown.  Ms. Booze provides an exceptional story filled with second-guessing, twists and turns, and emotional upsets that made me gasp.  This is the best novel yet to come from Destiny’s hand, and I recommend A Curse of the Mind to anyone looking for that novel that will make you wonder just who has insight into your thoughts….

4 spine-tingling Stars!

Excerpt:

It was dark by the time Chris hung the sheet up, cleaned up dinner, and made out assignments for the next day.

Lucky was outside roaming for his last time of the night. She glanced at her watch—9:12 PM. It had been a long day to say the least. Her typical work schedule during an investigation was 7:30 AM to 5:30 PM. Getting beat up on the first day had encouraged her to put in extra hours.

She hadn’t seen Aidan or Leon since dinner. She was still in the dog house, and she deserved it, she knew. She had been hard on Aidan, too hard considering he was paying her salary. With the exception of that one slip with Harry Jacobson, she had never talked to a client in that way before. Was she losing control? He made her feel on fire whenever he looked at her. Lashing out at him was her only defense.

“Sabrina and I slept together the night before the wedding.”

If not for years of training, Chris would have jumped out of her skin at the sound of that velvet voice. She had just been thinking about him and there he stood. The living room suddenly felt very small.

Aidan stood by the wall, keeping his arms crossed and his posture lax. “We both wanted her first time to be special and I knew I couldn’t provide that with a ten-minute session before I left after the ceremony. Sabrina wouldn’t have cheated on me. The baby was mine.”

Chris stayed silent, letting him say all he had to say.

“You don’t believe that, do you?”

She honestly didn’t want to hurt him, even if her actions at dinner suggested otherwise. She shook her head no. She figured if she kept her mouth shut, it couldn’t do any damage.

“Why?”

She stared at him for a long time without answering.

“I want to hear it. Maybe the pina-coladas were non-alcoholic. Or maybe she just didn’t know she couldn’t drink because she hadn’t been to the doctor yet. What aren’t you saying?”

She shrugged as she said, “Hunch, mostly. Mr. Hilton talked about that baby as if it were his. He said he was close to Sabrina before you even entered the picture. There’s every chance I’m wrong, but my job is to figure out the whole picture. To see the things you aren’t seeing, part of that is guesswork. I can’t get to point Z without making a few assumptions. I’m trying to help you, Mr. Wolfe. To do that, I need you to be perfectly honest with me. Mr. Hilton had a definite bone to pick with you. Are you still sleeping with Sabrina?”

“No,” Aidan said.

She was more relieved by his answer than was professionally necessary.

“At least not lately.”

Damn. “When?”

“Our anniversary would have been in April. We got together for a drink and…it just happened. It meant nothing.”

Two months ago. Ms. Peterson was in her first trimester. “Then, this baby could be yours.”

He stared at her dumbfounded for a moment. Jeez, was the guy always this dense? She got more specific. “Did you even use protection?”

“No.”

Double Damn. She wanted to shake this stubborn man and knock some sense into him. He was fooling around with another man’s fiancée and wondered why someone wanted him dead. She hated domestic cases. She also hated the situation because she really hated to think this man still had feelings for his ex-
wife. And she didn’t want to analyze why his love life would bother her.

Leon entered the room with an easy stroll and an easier smile. “Hell Chris, maybe you should just move into this crib. Are you going to leave any time soon?”

Her answer was absorbed by the loud crash of the bay window imploding. Glass flew through the air faster than the noise traveled. The sheet covering the window collapsed to the floor in a ball.

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and visit the author’s page for a sneak peak into her work:http://novelistdestinybooze.books.officelive.com/

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