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Friday, September 22, 2017

Blog Tour & Giveaway For ALL THE LIGHT THERE IS By Anise Eden


All the Light There Is
The Healing Edge #3
Anise Eden
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Suspense
Publisher: Diversion Books
Date of Publication: Sept 12, 2017
ISBN: 978-1635761641
Number of pages: 290

 Anise Eden brings us the thrilling and romantic finale to The Healing Edge Series, perfect for fans of Karen Robards or Shiloh Walker.

Psychotherapist Cate Duncan is done with danger. Her whirlwind weeks of training at the MacGregor Group’s parapsychology clinic, while exhilarating, have also brought one crisis after another. So when their research colleague Skeet offers Cate and her boss-turned-boyfriend Ben some time away at his secluded hunting lodge, even though it’ll be a working vacation, they jump at the chance.

But the idyllic Mercier Lodge is teeming with secrets. An aura reader and a telepath who work with Skeet reveal his unorthodox research methods, triggering the MacGregor Group’s suspicions. Then there’s the matter of a tragic death that occurred at the lodge over a year ago, and how it connects to unsolved mysteries from Cate’s past―mysteries she may not be ready to confront.

As they delve into Mercier’s unsavory history, Ben and Cate stick close together, trusting in their love for each other to keep them safe. But when a plot separates them, Cate must rely on the MacGregor Group’s paranormal abilities, some surprise allies, and her own determination to track Ben down and crack Mercier’s mysteries before the strange place claims any more victims.

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Excerpt:




ParaTrain

Internship, Day Six


It’s just a 
meeting. Nothing to be nervous about. I

 wiped my damp palms on my skirt and

ordered my brain to focus on something else. Like 

the Jag, I thought. Focus on
the fact that you’re finally getting a ride in the Jag.

And not just any 
Jag—the British 1936 Jaguar SS100 

Ben had restored. He’d found the car in a

barn in Pennsylvania, sitting on blocks and covered 

in hay bales. Now, it 
looked like it had just left 

the showroom. My fingertips roamed across the soft
leather seat as I admired each piece of shining 
chrome and the deep glow of the
wood on the dash. The car’s transformation was 
a testament to Ben’s 
workmanship—not to mention 

to his patience and tenacity when it came to the
things he loved. The things—and

the people, I thought, smiling down at my ring. 

I hadn’t exactly made things
easy for Ben, but now, two gold birds were 
wrapped 
around my finger, holding a
lustrous piece of Scottish agate between 
their wings. 
He’d wanted to give me a
tangible reminder of how he felt, a talisman to 
guard against anxiety and 
doubt.

I stole a glance 
at Ben. He was completely in 

his element, left hand loosely holding the

steering wheel, right elbow propped up on the door. 

Everything about him was 
solid and squared-off, 

from the angle of his jaw to the way he carried his
shoulders. These qualities were augmented by 
his charcoal gray suit and crisp
white shirt—worn sans tie, as usual. I marveled 
that no matter what internal 
battles he might be fighting, 

Ben always exuded a quiet confidence.

“Enjoying 
yourself?” he asked.

“Completely.” I 
closed my eyes and inhaled 

my new favorite scent—a mixture of fine wool,

cotton, and vintage leather that clung to Ben like an 

olfactory tattoo. “My mom 
would have loved this, 

you know.”

His light brown 
eyes softened. “You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

Every summer when I was a kid, she had taken me 

to the local car shows. Back 
then, we could only look, 

never touch. Riding along with Ben, I felt 

like a 

glamorous movie star. I struck my best 

Hollywood pose, and he smiled.

It was such a 
pleasure—not to mention a relief—

to see Ben relax after the nonstop drama of

the past two weeks. There had been too many 

life-and-death situations, too much
tension. And more than anyone, Ben had earned 
a vacation. With that in mind, 
after our 

meeting at the Smithsonian, we planned to 

spend the rest of the 

weekend on the Eastern 

Shore. That evening, we had a dinner date with my
mother’s cousin, Ardis, and a reservation at a 
nice bed-and-breakfast. Sunday’s
schedule was still open. I thought we might head 
to the ocean; I loved the beach
in the fall. Or we could take the ferry to 
Smith Island; wander around St. 
Michaels, go sailing…. 

As I considered the possibilities, I nearly forgot to be
nervous. Then we entered 
downtown D.C. 

I sobered as stately suburban homes gave way 

to modern office 

buildings and massive 

structures of chiseled granite. Before long, the

Smithsonian office building came into view—

ten stories of tinted glass 
reflecting the 

cloudless blue sky like a darkened mirror. 

It took up half a 

city block.

Ben caught me 
biting my lip. “You know there’s 

nothing to be nervous about, right?”

“I know,” I 
lied. The truth was, I couldn’t believe 

we were actually there. It had been

less than twenty-four hours since Ben told his mother, 

Dr. MacGregor, about our 
group’s experience with 

the double kheir ritual. Now we were on our way 

to meet 

with her world-class paranormal research 

team—and not just to exchange 

information. 

We’d been asked to give a demonstration, as well.

I had dressed up 
for the occasion, wearing a 

dove gray pencil skirt and a wine-colored cashmere

sweater my mother had given me one Christmas. 

Still, I couldn’t shake the 
feeling that I didn’t 

belong at the Smithsonian—not as anything 

more than a 

tourist, anyway.

“Well, just in 
case,” he said, “let me remind you 

that you have nothing to prove here. None of 

us 

do. My mother already told her colleagues what 

happened with our ritual, and 

they’re keen to know more. 

But they don’t have any definite expectations; 

after 

all, half of them still think the double

 kheir is just a myth.” In a 

conspiratorial tone, 

he added, “Think of it this way. I know you have a lot of

questions. Today, you can ask anything you like.”

“Hmm.” I bit the 
tip of my finger. “Anything?”
“Sure.”

“Like whether 
The Da Vinci Code was based in fact? 

And whether they’re all members of the

Illuminati?”

He chuckled as 
we pulled into the underground 

parking garage. “If you ask them those

questions, I’ll make sure you get a substantial 

year-end bonus.”

“Deal,” I said, 
smiling tentatively. I was still 

getting used to the idea that my new boyfriend

was also my new boss.

Ben was the 
manager of the MacGregor 

Group, an alternative healing clinic founded by his

mother and housed in a repurposed church. I first 

met him when my former 
employer, Dr. Nelson, 

sent me to the MacGregor Group for treatment. 

My mother’s 

recent suicide had left me in pieces, 

unable to function. As close as she and I
had been, somehow I hadn’t seen that my mother 
was in crisis. Her shocking loss 
had debilitated me, 

and I could barely leave my house, let alone 

return to my 

job as a psychotherapist. What Dr. Nelson hadn’t told me was that Dr. MacGregor
was a psychiatrist who specialized in paranormal gifts, 
and that instead of 
“treating” me, she and Ben were 

enrolling me in ParaTrain, a paranormal skills training
program. My first lesson had been to learn the definition of an empath—and that 
I was one.

Since then, my 
life had changed so dramatically 

that it was unrecognizable. Dr. Nelson, Dr.

MacGregor, and Ben had all worked hard to convince 

me that because I was an 
empath, the key to 

maintaining my mental health was to leave my job as a
therapist and go to work for the MacGregor Group. 
The idea of leaving my 
beloved therapy clients was 

nothing short of heartrending. But after due
consideration and several persuasive paranormal 
experiences, I had agreed to 
take their advice. 

Before I could officially start my new job, though, 

I had to 

complete a three-week training program: 

one week of preparation, followed by a
two-week internship.

My time in 
ParaTrain had flown by. Although I was 

starting my final week of the 

internship, I still didn’t feel anywhere near ready to take on my new role as

an empath healer. Before I met the MacGregors, 

I hadn’t even known that empaths 
existed, so I was still struggling to find my bearings. And the unexpected
romance between Ben and me was keeping me 
permanently off-balance. Add in the
mind-blowing experience we’d had with the 
double kheir the previous week, and….
Well, I didn’t even know what had happened there, 
so I was fairly certain that
I’d make a fool of myself trying to describe it to 
the Smithsonian research 
team.

That thought had 
me wiping my palms on my skirt 

again. “I am nervous, though, about this

demonstration we’re supposed to give. The 

researchers may not have any definite
expectations, but surely they’re hoping to see 
something. And unlike the rest
of you, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’ll be fine, 
Cate,” Ben reassured me as we 

pulled into a parking space. “Kai’s got it all

figured out. He said he has something simple and 

easy planned, so just follow 
his instructions. 

Even if nothing interesting happens, that’s still useful
information for my mother’s team. They’re 
scientists, remember? In an
experiment, even a negative result is valuable.”

I had no reason 
to doubt Kai. He was a highly capable expert in ancient rituals, among other

things. But when it came to the paranormal, 

I had a track record of
unintentionally messing things up. “What if I forget our instructions and start 
reading people’s emotions?”

Dr. MacGregor 
had passed on a request from her 

project director that we refrain from using

our paranormal gifts on the members of the research 

team without their specific 
permission. Apparently, 

they were much more comfortable observing others than
being observed themselves.

“The fact that 
you’re already worrying about that 

means it’s highly unlikely you’ll forget,”

he said. “And even if you do, who’s going to know?”

Only everyone, I 
thought. My poker face was 

nonexistent. I buried my face in my hands. 

“I’m just 

afraid that I’m going to embarrass myself. 

And you. And your mother. And 

disappoint everyone.”

Ben turned off 
the ignition. I felt him lean towards me and gently tuck an escaped strand of

hair into my braid. “That’s not possible.”

His optimism was 
endearing, if ill-founded. 

“Oh, I assure you, it’s possible.”
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About the Author:

Before becoming an award-winning author, ANISE EDEN wanted to be a wildlife photographer. Unfortunately, a strong aversion to large insects, poisonous snakes, and sharks―along with a cat allergy that might well extend to tigers―limited that career option. Also, Anise always roots for the gazelle, and we all know how that usually turns out. Fortunately, Anise’s voracious hunger for reading kept her occupied, eventually morphing into a passion for writing quirky stories filled with heart, humor, and imagination. Anise loves that through writing, she can live out any adventure she likes without the need for antivenom or antihistamines.

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1 comment:

Anise Eden said...

Thank you so much for the beautiful spotlight, and for helping us celebrate this new release! :) It is greatly appreciated! Yours truly, Anise