Justice

She can read the past from a touch, but her future just got a lot more complicated.

Rory Greaves has a psychic gift. Unfortunately, it's less glamorous superpower and more curse of TMI. Anything she touches has her learning way too much about whoever handled it last. Fresh produce? Manageable. Firearms? That's therapy waiting to happen. Rory's made her peace with stocking groceries and dodging visions-until a truck plows through her store and a gunman shows up. Suddenly, her inconvenient ability is the only thing keeping the convenient official story from becoming a major miscarriage of justice.

Well, not the only thing. There's also the matter of brooding, 6'5 customer Michael Garne. An off-duty cop who gets between Rory and the worst day of her life, Michael won't give up on her, no matter how much she may doubt herself.

Because the big problem is this: What Rory saw doesn't line up with what the police want to believe. Her best friend wasn't killed the way they say, and the deeper she digs, the uglier the truth gets. Backed up by a psychic gift she'd rather return, a mounting pile of questionably obtained clues and a support team of locally sourced chaos agents, Rory is about to discover that delivering justice is deadlier than she ever imagined.

Darkly funny and emotionally sharp, Justice is perfect for readers who like their mysteries with a supernatural edge and the kind of heroines who don't wait around for the cavalry to show up. Unless of course the cavalry is tall, handsome and bleeding out in aisle five.