I'm just the messenger. Please, don't kill me. . . Don't hate me
because I'm psychic. . .everybody else already does. My name's
Clair Ivers and these days my "gift" seems more like a booby prize.
It all started when this crazy woman tried to bribe me into skewing
a reading to warm her future sister-in-law's cold feet. Then the
prospective sister-in-law threatened to kill herself at the altar
if I didn't give her a phony reading saying she should break off
the engagement. Oh, and did I mention she ran out, leaving her
three-carat rock of a ring right there on my table? So what's an
honest woman to do? Find the man who belongs to the ring, of
course. And boy, have I found him. The minute I lay eyes on Jack
Heron, I know he's the one. . .for me, that is. The problem is
making him realize it once he finds out that I may be responsible
for the flight of his fiancee. At least his grandmother likes me.
Of course she thinks I'm someone else. And then there's the best
man who keeps calling me for dates. . .and stock tips. Between the
people who think I'm someone else, the people who wish I were, and
the people who just want a bead on the winning Powerball numbers,
I'm seriously considering packing in my deck for good. But not
until I throw caution to the wind and make a play for my very own
Jack of Hearts. . ."
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