Congrats, Kathryn R. Biel, on your latest release, Killing Me Softly! I have it on my iPhone and I’m looking forward to spending the weekend reading it! I loved the last book I read by Kathryn, Jump, Jive, and Wail, so I *know* I’ll love this one, too. Want to know what it’s about? Here you go:
Sadie Perkins has a sixth sense about things—especially people dying. Her clairvoyance has never bothered her until she starts to believe that her visions are causing the deaths of those around her. After her latest relationship ends … badly … Sadie swears off love for good. While searching for an uncomplicated life, Sadie finds her hands full not only with a home renovation project but with defending herself against suspicion of murder. There’s a fine line between predicting someone’s death and causing it. Has Sadie finally crossed that line?
Enter contractor Max Schultz, who is not only good at working on houses, but he’s good at working on Sadie too. Much to Max’s dismay, as he’s trying to win Sadie’s heart, he finds Sadie’s first love, Henry Fitzsimmons, is back in the picture, snooping around.
Sadie doesn’t know which way to turn or who to trust, including herself. Can Sadie clear her name and open her heart all at the same time?
The first person I ever killed was a has-been comedian. I didn’t mean to kill him, of course. The tabloid websites said it was drugs and alcohol, but I knew the truth. It was all my fault. My friends and I had been out drinking, and I quoted a line from this guy’s most popular movie. The movie was still relatively obscure, and I had to explain it. Someone asked, “Whatever happened to that guy?” and my answer was, “Oh, he’s probably drinking himself to death right now.”
Guess what? He was.
This sort of thing happens to me more often than I’d like to admit. I don’t even know what to call it—psychic ability, premonitions, a sixth sense? It’s not creepy, not really. Just enough to send a small chill up my spine. It never bothered me—until death got involved. Most of the time, it’s pretty innocuous. Like someone from my past will pop into my head, and the next day I run into them. Or I think about a song that I haven’t heard in years and then suddenly it comes on the radio. Nothing big, just coincidences. A lot of coincidences.
Until the day it started turning fatal.
Rob, my boyfriend of almost two years, doesn’t believe me. When something happens and I tell him, “Oh, I had a dream about that,” or “I was just thinking about this,” he says I’m trying to be dramatic and seek attention. (which wouldn’t really be such a big stretch, considering my family. We’re the poster children for dysfunction). But I’m not like the rest of my family. I actually don’t even tell many people about it because I don’t want attention, certainly not for this. I want to be taken seriously. I teach high school American history. With kids these days being tougher and tougher, I need as much street cred as I can get. The last thing I need is for them to think I’m some kind of quack or whack job.
My best friend, Therese, knows all about it. She’s one of the few people I can talk to about this topic. She doesn’t judge me or think I’m weird. I think she thinks I can predict the future or something. Which would be cool, but it is not what I do. I think I’m just intuitive at times. Who knows?
Over the years, since the comedian episode, I think I’ve been “responsible” for at least four deaths. A couple celebrities, a distant relative, and a well-known local businessman. When I have the dreams or make the comments, I don’t recognize them as premonitions. They’re just random thoughts that pop into my brain and often fly out of my mouth without me even realizing what I’m saying. People are used to me doing that. It’s only later, after the event, that I realize what happened. In each case, I made an unkind remark. It’s not just a premonition—I say something mean and then someone’s dead.
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Telling stories of resilient women, Kathryn Biel hails from upstate New York and is a spouse and mother of two wonderful and energetic kids. In between being Chief Home Officer and Director of Child Development of the Biel household, she works as a school-based physical therapist. She attended Boston University and received her Doctorate in Physical Therapy from The Sage Colleges. After years of writing countless letters of medical necessity for wheelchairs, finding increasingly creative ways to encourage the government and insurance companies to fund her clients’ needs, and writing entertaining annual Christmas letters, she decided to take a shot at writing the kind of novel that she likes to read. Her musings and rants can be found on her personal blog, Biel Blather. She is the author of Good Intentions (2013), Hold Her Down (2014), I’m Still Here (2014), and Jump, Jive, and Wail (2015).