Book & Author Details:
The Clairvoyant’s Glasses by Helen Goltz
Published by: Atlas Productions
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
When Sophie Carell was eight-years-old, her eccentric, clairvoyant great aunt, Daphne, predicted Sophie would be one of the greatest clairvoyants of her time. Sophie wanted to be a movie star. Her mother said not to worry about it—Aunt Daphne was daffy.
When Sophie is called to the reading of Daphne’s Will, she is given a pair of glasses that will change her life. But that’s not all she acquires. Along with the glasses, Sophie ‘inherits’ a protector—the handsome and powerful Lukas Lens; plus brooding Detective Murdoch Ashcroft who is keen for Sophie to fill her aunt’s shoes and put her talents to work for him.
Sophie has to decide if she will focus on her acting career or explore her new-found clairvoyant skills. But danger lurks around the corner…
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After studying English Literature and Communications at universities in Queensland, Australia, Helen Goltz has worked as a journalist and marketer in print, TV, radio and public relations. Helen is the author of seven books and is published by Clan Destine Press and Atlas Productions.
A large ornate glass vase shattered into pieces on the counter in Optical Illusion. Alfred Lens
moved quickly from behind the counter to the door, locked it and turned over the sign reading
‘back in ten minutes’.
Lukas Lens swore. He turned away from his grandfather and put his hand over his eyes.
“It’s okay,” his grandfather said, in a steady voice. “No harm done, just focus.”
Orli, hearing the noise, rushed out from the back room where she was preparing several orders
for customers. As she did, another smaller crystal statue of a woman shattered opposite where
Alfred Lens stood.
Lukas’s jaw tightened; his spare hand gripping the counter tightly, his knuckles white. Orli
placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Lukas, let it go,” she said, to him in a low, calm voice.
Lukas didn’t move. His chest rose and sank in quick succession, he continued to cover his
eyes with one hand and lean on the counter with the other. The counter beneath his hand began
to crack, glass fissures running all along the bench.
“Orli, get away,” Lukas hissed. He could feel his power surging, he could feel his grandfather
sifting through his mind, trying to calm him.
He opened his eyes; they blazed yellow like a wild animal and he gritted his teeth. “Both of
you, get away from me!”