Some gifts are easy to return-like parrot earrings from Aunt Ruth-but when your gift is clairvoyance, Tabitha Emery finds there is a definite No Refund Policy. She has visions of black magic rituals and dismembered bodies, and she's not sure what to do. She didn't ask for this talent, but it clings to her like a thong and is just as uncomfortable.
Her goals are simple: A) to rise above law office receptionist B) to spend Friday nights uncovering the mysteries of butterscotch schnapps with her comrades, and C) to get more than a passing glance from Clay Sanderson (Greek-god-type lawyer).
But her sight has turned life upside down-and she finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation where the only clues are in her premonitions-making her not only key to solving the mystery but a suspect. (On the plus side: she could use legal advice, so she and Clay have something to talk about.)
And somewhere is the real culprit, who wants this clairvoyant dead...
