Seer

A psychic computer geek and a mysterious pet resort owner join forces to find out what’s killing paranormal creatures. Oh, and how they accidentally got magic-married…

I’ve had visions since I was 13 years old. Minor stuff on the whole, usually nothing to get excited about. Which is for the best, since the police think I’m a crackpot, and the people I try to help call me a freak. Don’t get me started on my mother and the priest she brought home to do an exorcism. She’s not even Catholic. Maybe things would be different if I weren’t also an introverted,...

A psychic computer geek and a mysterious pet resort owner join forces to find out what’s killing paranormal creatures. Oh, and how they accidentally got magic-married…

I’ve had visions since I was 13 years old. Minor stuff on the whole, usually nothing to get excited about. Which is for the best, since the police think I’m a crackpot, and the people I try to help call me a freak. Don’t get me started on my mother and the priest she brought home to do an exorcism. She’s not even Catholic. Maybe things would be different if I weren’t also an introverted, wardrobe-challenged, heavyset computer nerd with sarcasm issues. If I were slim, pretty, and charismatic, I’d probably have my own psychic TV show and online fan club. So you’ll understand why I’m suspicious when it suddenly starts raining hot men in my life. Hot men who just want to hold my hand. Yeah, no. I didn’t fall for stunts like that in high school, and I’m not falling for them now. And my visions have changed. People—not completely human people—are dying. I can’t see enough details to save them, but I have to try. My quest leads me to Greg, the one hottie to rule them all. Who definitely does not want to hold my hand. I mean, thank goodness, right? I don’t need to be distracted from what matters—stopping the killer. Yep, no time to think about how Greg might have a warm and caring heart under his uptight and insufferable façade. Absolutely no time to worry about how we got magic-married without meaning to—and how I wouldn’t mind consummating our union. Nope, my vision says the killer’s about to strike again, but Greg and I still don’t know who or what they are, and we don’t know how to fight them.

With a ticking clock and lives on the line—including ours—we better figure it out fast.