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The media has a nickname for Marnie Baranuik, though she’d rather they didn’t; they call her the Great White Shark, a rare dual-talented forensic psychic. Twice-Touched by the Blue Sense—which gives her the ability to feel the emotions of others, and read impressions left behind on objects—Marnie also has a doctorate in preternatural biology and a working knowledge of the dark arts. She is considered without peer in the psychic community.
Then her first big FBI case ended with a bullet in one shoulder and a chip on the other, a queasy heart and a serial killer in the wind, leaving her a public flop and a private wreck. When the FBI’s preternatural crimes unit tracks her down at a remote mountain lodge for her insight on a local case, her quiet retirement is promptly besieged by a stab-happy starlet, a rampaging ghoul, and a vampire-hunting jackass in tight Wranglers. Marnie figures the only real mystery is which one will kill her first.
Too mean to die young, backed up by friends in cold places, and running with a mouth as demure as a cannon’s blast, Marnie Baranuik is about to discover that there’s no such thing as quitting time when you’re Touched.
This is a new release of an edition originally published by Booktrope.
456 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 18, 2011
“What are you, a James Bond villain?” I said. “The least-hot Bond-girl ever? Pussy No-More?”The ongoing jokes between the characters were funny. Marnie collects things with frogs – and suddenly all the frogs had little black marker fangs.

"When someone says “jump”, Marnie Baranuik is more liable to kick them in the yambag than ask “how high”?
"Harry demanded perfection from himself and others, and I didn't want him to change. At the same time, the high expectations every hour of every day wore on me like a constant grinding, something out of sync winding against a gear, especially since I was clearly incapable of living up to his impossible standards."
“I get enough criticism from them, Harry. I don't need it from you.” He looked genuinely confused. “If I don't criticize, how will you improve yourself?” “Maybe I don't need improvement.”
“Back off, could you? For tonight, for right this second, I'm fine the way I am.”

"He was still using me, with no regard to how it might put me at risk or how damaged I already was. I studied his piercing, angry eyes. Demanding. God, he was such an asshole."
