Oracle: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Series (A Diana Hawthorne Supernatural Mystery Book 1), Carissa Andrews [read my book .txt] 📗

OracleA Diana Hawthorne Psychic Mystery

Carissa Andrews

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Amends: Book 2 Sneak Peek (Chapter 1)

Can’t Wait for More Diana?

Also by Carissa Andrews

About the Author

1

WHY THE HELL do I even bother being polite to people?

Pretty sure I’d fall over from disbelief if even one of them could care about anyone beyond their own godly selves. Truth-be-told, being around most of them, really kinda pisses me off.

The arrogant ass who cut me off on the already-narrow-sidewalk continues on his way, oblivious to the rest of the world. He doesn’t even spin his dark head of hair around to grace the woman he nearly toppled into the busy street with a passing look of apology.

I oughta kick him in his annoyingly perfect-shaped ass.

I give my sopping wet foot a shake, hoping it will alleviate the inevitable squish in my running shoe for the next three blocks. Of course, it doesn’t.

There is simply no way I can be part of the human race.

The thought makes me snicker.

By the time I reach my office, I’m ready to peel my shoe off and throw it against the wall—just to see if it sticks like a wet noodle. Unfortunately, my first appointment is already pacing outside; hands wringing, and hair frazzled like she’s been pulling on it. Her eyes are wide as I walk up to my private entrance at the back of the building I rent out and shoot her a half-smile.

Why do they always wait to hijack me at this time of the morning?

“You must be Amber,” I state, matter-of-factly.

She looks like an Amber. Tallish, blonde cropped hair, wide blue eyes, and pouty lips.

Amber nods, her hair flopping up and down frantically.

“Cool. Come on in,” I tell her, nodding to the black abyss inside. I push open the door, flick on the low lighting, and take a seat to unlace my shoe. “Sorry about this, but I’m gonna need to go barefoot, or my foot’s gonna transform into a regurgitated prune.”

I toss the shoe aside and fling the sopping wet sock over the radiator in the corner, before starting on the other foot.

Amber still hasn’t said anything, not even a chuckle at my lame attempt at a joke. Instead, she stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, tugging on the frayed end of her sleeves and looking around.

This is about a man.

I sigh deeply. Why does it have to always be so obvious? Just for once, I’d love a challenge.

“Okay, Amber…have a seat,” I say, pointing to the chair beside her.

I walk around the small table to position myself directly opposite her. If I had more time, I would have set out the ambiance—a little incense, some crystals. Maybe even a little Enya going on in the background. Who doesn’t love Enya?

She sits quickly, biting her lip, and grimacing like she chewed on a box of nails.

I brush the bright pink chunk of bangs from my face and tuck it behind my right ear. With a deep, cleansing breath, I close my eyes, and clear my mind. Images rush in without restraint; faces, places. Hands holding hands. Steamy sex with a dark haired, green eyed man. The green expands from his eyes, turning into flashing green lights.

Green means go.

I open my eyes, already well aware of the answer.

“Go ahead. What’s your question?” I ask.

“Is he the right one? Should I stay with him? Does he really love me?” The woman blurts out her first words of the day in one big jumble. Her eyes are glossy as she pleads with me, searching my face for her answer.

Knew it.

I grin, searching for the best ambivalent words.

“He can be, if that’s what you choose. I’m seeing green lights. They sorta mean universal energies are open to going forward confidently. However, the ultimate path will be decided by the actions you and he make…beginning now.”

“Is that a yes?” Her tone is desperate as she scrunches her face and leans forward, digging her fingertips into the table’s edge.

“It is a yes, at least for now. Free will has a way of course-correcting, though. So be careful. However, that said, what I see presently is he is very clearly meant to be in your life—as you are in his.”

She nods, tugging her eyebrows in, clearly hoping for more.

“What I want you to do,” I begin, “is remember to take things one step at a time. Be present with him in this moment, without jumping to the next. It’s your job to ground the two of you because he can’t. He isn’t to your level, yet. Do you understand?”

I’ve found assigning a job helps ease a person’s mind and gives them an active role to focus on.

Her eyes gloss over, and I reiterate, “You need to enjoy each other. Be happy where you are in each stage with Jason because if you—”

Amber gasps. “I… How did you know his name? I swear, I didn’t say it. I was trying not to give too much away.”

I wince.

Even after all these years, I can still slip. As much as people want to believe what I say is real, they kinda don’t want to know for sure, either. I mean, what if it means I can sense everything, you know? Like that extra piece of pizza they ate when they shouldn’t, or the name of the man they cheated on with last night. The thought of it all wigs them out.

And it should. Because I can.

“I’m sure you mentioned it in our phone consult,” I lie, with a cheesy smile plastered on my face.

“Yes, yes… I must have. Thank you, Diana,” she sighs, nodding to herself. Amber stands, shaking my hand absently.

“You are most welcome,” I tell her. “Now relax and enjoy the ride.”

“I will. I mean, I’ll try. Thank you.”

Our exchange comes to an end