By Lucy Valentine
I'm here to tell you that although being psychic does come with some downsides, on the whole it's a pretty cool talent to have. Especially now that I’ve been "outed" and can talk about my abilities freely. Before a nosy reporter wrote a tell-all article about me, my ability to find lost objects was a family secret. Of which my family has many. Secrets, that is. And that pesky reporter is bent on uncovering more of them, too. She’s getting closer and closer to figuring out the biggest secret of all. Not good. Not good at all. But that's a story for another day (read all about it in the upcoming Deeply, Desperately).
I was actually born with another abil—Oops. No need to make that reporter’s job easier. Let’s just say, I was fourteen when a lightning strike gave me the ability to find lost objects (I call it being a little bit psychic--I can't see the future or hear dead people or start fires with my mind, etc). For years I never thought my limited talent particularly useful. Sure, it was fun to find things for my friends and family, but was it going to drastically alter people’s lives for the better? Not so much. Especially not with all the rules that come with my gift. Stifling, those rules. I can’t find lost people. Or animals. Or anything that really matters. Just inanimate objects.
My dad? He’s known as the King of Love, thanks to his 98% success rate at the family matchmaking firm, Valentine, Inc. He has a special, ah, knack (I hope that reporter isn’t reading this post) for finding a person’s true love. Now, that’s a really useful talent.
Finding a lost watch? Not so much.
Or is it? What if that watch leads me to a dead body? Or a missing person?
Yeah, turns out I was wrong about my talent not being useful (that hurts a little bit to admit). A missing little boy, a murdered young woman, and a pair of long lost lovers changed my mind about my gift—and my purpose in life. These days I’m a consultant for the Massachusetts State Police, and I’m working for the family business—reuniting lost loves. Oh, and did I mention the sexy PI who works in my office building? No? Well, that may be because Cupid (long story) has placed a curse on the Valentines. If I ever want to have a long-lasting, loving, committed relationship, I have to find a way to break that darn curse. If only there was a psychic ability for that…
Note from Heather: Would you want to be psychic? In general I think it would come with a lot of responsibility, but who wouldn’t love to be able to see lottery numbers. :)