Highway Thirteen to Manhattan
The Six Train to Wisconsin Series Book Two
Genre: Paranormal and Suspense
Kai is recovering from a near-death experience when she realizes something isn’t right. Her body is healing, but her mind no longer feels quite like her own. Her telepathic powers are changing, too. She can’t trust herself. The darkness growing inside of her pushes her to use her telepathy as a weapon.
Oliver clings to the hope that he can save their marriage, even though he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. As his wife slips further and further away from him, he becomes increasingly obsessed with bringing the man who ruined his life to justice.
The sequel to The Six Train to Wisconsin is a genre-defying tale of love and consequences. Once again, award-winning author Kourtney Heintz seamlessly weaves suspense and paranormal intrigue into a real-world setting, creating characters rich in emotional and psychological complexity.
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"Family secrets, paranormal suspense, and romance collide in Heintz's fascinatingly original tale. A compelling read that will keep you guessing and haunt you long after the last page is turned." -Gretchen Archer, USA Today Bestselling author of the Davis Way Crime Capers
My mind wasn’t strong enough for all this. Neither was my body. Tubes eviscerated my right hand. A giant bruise blossomed beside the newest IV line. A cast wrapped around my left wrist. My broken pinky finger had been set and taped to my ring finger. The back of my head was held together with stitches. Beneath the blanket, my body was covered in bruises.
I didn’t feel any physical pain because of the medications the doctors pumped into me. They said I needed it to recover, but it made my body feel like it wasn’t mine. And the steady drip of opiates didn’t just steal my physical pain; it left me unable to form the psychic shield I needed to protect myself from the misery swirling around me.
Mom sat in the chair closest to my bed. She wore one of her flowing peasant blouses and faded jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and light brown strands slipped loose to hang around her face. The corners of her hazel eyes were pinched with worry.
Her hand hovered over my arm, unsure where to touch me—if she should touch me. Finally, she laid her hand gently on my thigh. “You just need to rest here for a few more days.”
She was wrong. I needed to get out of here. Away from all these thoughts as soon as possible. “I want to go home.”
Mom shook her head. “You need to let the doctors help you.” Like they did last time.
Her thoughts slammed into my brain. She thought hospitalization was the solution to everything.
“Please. Look at what’s happened to you. You can’t go home until you’re better,” she said. I can’t lose you. I won’t let that happen.
I didn’t know how to reassure her. Yes, I’d almost died, but being here was hurting me more than it was healing me. I swallowed all the words I wanted to say and hoped for Caleb to come back soon. My brother would know how to talk to Mom, how to make her understand.
The doctor came in to check on me and Mom’s agonizing fear rose up. Don’t let her have brain damage.
Dad patted Mom’s shoulder. He looked like an older, surfer version of Caleb. Both were tall and muscular with curly blond hair. Dad’s hair was a darker blond streaked with platinum from decades in the sun and salt water. His eyes were greener than Caleb’s, but like Caleb’s, they were rimmed with purple bruises. When Dad smiled, sun lines radiated from his eyes and cut across his cheeks. But I hadn’t seen them since he’d arrived at my bedside. Instead, waves of exhaustion rolled off him and rippled over me, right before I heard his thoughts. I can’t go through this again, watching you slip away.
My younger sister Naomi lounged in the chair in the corner as far from me as she could get. She had Mom’s light brown hair and thin frame and Dad’s green eyes and height. She looked nothing like me and only distantly related to Caleb. Her long legs looped over the armrest as she flipped through a magazine. Thanks for ruining Christmas break. I’d rather be anywhere but here.
I felt the same way.
At least Oliver was gone for the moment. Mom had convinced him to go home, take a shower, maybe even sleep. I couldn’t bear his guilt; it was so thick it choked me.
Oliver. My husband. God. I’d never loved and hated someone so much at the same time. I still couldn’t believe he’d called my parents. He knew how bad they were at handling me. How could he have thought that having my family here would be good for me?
Bitterness frosted my thoughts. I was in a hospital, bruised and battered. I’d almost died. That’s what Caleb had said. He was the only one willing to tell me the truth. Oliver had said it was bad, but he wouldn’t say how bad. He couldn’t bear to admit what happened to me.
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The Six Train to Wisconsin
Kourtney resides in Connecticut with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers. Years of working on Wall Street provided the perfect backdrop for her imagination to run amok at night, envisioning a world where out-of-control telepathy and buried secrets collide.
You can find out more about Kourtney and her books at: http://kourtneyheintz.com
Trying to choose my top ten favorite books is almost impossible—no, really. I know people say that a lot but I’ve read so many books over the years by so many amazing authors that it’s extremely, extremely difficult to pick only ten. Still, I managed to whittle down the list through a lot of painful hemming and hawing and here they are, in no particular order (because that really would have been impossible):
--Remembrance, Jude Devereaux: I found this book at a garage sale or a flea market or some other random place and since I’d read and loved her books on the Montgomery brothers so I thought I’d give it a whirl. It is, without a doubt, one of the very few books which made me weep. No, not even weep. Sob. You would have thought someone I loved had died, I was crying so hard. So, if you want a tearjerker, this is for you.
--Relic, Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child: I read this book on the recommendation of a friend when I was 14. To this day, I’m not a fan of dark stairwells or the smell of raw meat. I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide why this is but I’ll also say this book started my two decade plus love affair with these authors.
--Divine Evil, Nora Roberts: This is another book I read at a far too young age. It was also the first Nora Roberts book I ever read. At the last count, I had over 100 Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb books in my home library, so I guess you can say I’m something of a fan. I always list one Roberts as one of my influences and reasons for becoming a writer.
--Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn: A lot of people think of Gone Girl when they think of Flynn, which is reasonable, considering the breakout of the book and the subsequent movie. Still, of the three books she’s written, this is the one which has really stuck with me. It is… harrowing, honestly. Like keep you up all night reading and then walk around in a haze the next day harrowing. It’s intense and amazing.
--The Hunger Games (trilogy), Suzanne Collins: This is kind of a cheat since it’s three books but I’m only counting them as one. I read the three of them in one day and then had very weird, very disturbing dreams for a few days after. I’ll chalk them up to a combination of my vivid imagination and Collins’s phenomenal writing.
--Harry Potter (series), J.K. Rowling: Again, this is kind of a cheat but I don’t think anyone can refer to Harry Potter without thinking of the entire series. I could wax on about this for… a really, really long time, but I won’t because these are books which really speak for their selves.
--Feed, Mira Grant: I am not a fan of zombie books. I’m just not. They’re… well, they’re gross. Grant’s book is about so much more than zombies. It’s about family, paranoia, the government, fear… it’s ridiculously complex with characters you root for and an ending which completely threw me for a loop and brought me to tears.
--The Passage, Justin Cronin: You normally wouldn’t think vampires and literary fiction in the same sentence but for this, it’s totally accurate. This book, and the two following it, are top notch writing, with so much attention to detail it’s staggering.
--Faking It, Jennifer Crusie: This was the first book I read by Crusie, a late night Walmart find after getting off work. I stayed up the rest of the night reading it and then went searching for the rest of her books. It’s light and breezy and funny and yet still has a murder and con artists and forgery, which are always good qualities in a book.
--Virtue, Jane Feather: This was my first Jane Feather book. I don’t even know where I found it. After reading it, I tracked down all the rest of her books, even ones which were out of print and could only be purchased second hand. They are rich in historical detail and full of emotion and just… amazing.
So that’s it, my ten favorite books. Hopefully, you’ve found something which peaks your interest or maybe we even share a favorite or two. Let me know in the comments what some of your favorite books are—in the meantime, happy reading!