The Hotline Psychic — Eve Rabi

A group of socialites are dining in their mansion during a mother of a storm one evening, minding each other’s business, when the electricity goes out. Worse, they are rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. It’s a rain-drenched woman who complains about car trouble and begs for shelter from the storm.At first, the hosts refuse to help her, because of, you know, stranger-danger and stuff. That, and the fact that she looks poor and sort of homeless. However, when they learn that she is a hotline psychic, they say, “Come on in!”The reason for their change of mind? To get her to entertain them during the storm with palm readings. For free, of course. Sounds reasonable, right? They give her shelter, she gives them free palm readings … win, win. Yeah, they’ve got limousines and mansions, but still – they’d like to save a buck where they can.The look on their faces when the psychic refuses to read their palms? Priceless, I tell you.The snarky women in the group start to mock and ridicule her, call her a scam artist and demand that she demonstrates her “so-called” psychic abilities, or else.Since the “or else” is not an option because of the raging storm, the psychic, having no choice, goes ahead and read their palms.But … here’s the kicker – she retaliates by openly revealing their deepest, darkest secrets. That’s right, maliciously drags it all out in the f**king open and flings it into their Botoxed faces. Cool, huh?The snobs, horrified at the psychic’s ‘lies’, lose their sh*t – the women in the group gang up on the psychic, bully and hurls insult after insult at her.You feeling sorry for the psychic? Well, don’t, because the feisty thing fires back in more ways than one, even crossing the line and doing something unforgivable – she flirts with their husbands! Damn, it gets ugly! I’m talking CoronaVirus, toilet paper shortage, ugly. Soon, friendships are fractured, relationships are wrecked, and the inferno inside the mansion, man, it is more catastrophic than the storm outside!And then?Well, there’s plenty of “and thens”, too many to mention here, so you’ll have to read the book for yourself to find out more. (I suggest a pitcher of tea when reading this book. Long Island Tea, that is, with extra shots of everything. Not chamomile, please, because it’s a pretty screwed up tale.)This is a scandalous crime and suspense novella, and it’s free for a limited time. So, go ahead, hit one-click.Click!Wait! One more thing: this is a standalone, no cliff-hanger book. So, go ahead, hit one-click.Click!Wait! One more thing – this isn’t the kind of book that would make Oprah’s book club, because it has violence, cussing and sex, so … sorry, not sorry. So, go ahead, hit one-click.Click!Wait! One last thing: someone gets murdered too. I forgot to mention that. Silly me. So, add murder mystery to that genre, will you?Click!Whachu waiting for? Click! Click! Click!