Carol Raper’s life has been in turmoil for months. Getting divorced, raising her two daughters on her own, working in a factory to pay the bills…it has taken a toll on her. But everything is beginning to return to a sense of normalcy now. Carol deserves a bit of relaxation. Picking up a book, she finds herself lost in the romance novel, daydreaming about the hero sweeping her off her feet.

How was she supposed to know her daydreams would spill into reality?

Bart Knight has kept two things secret from Carol. One—he’s psychic. Two—he’s in love with her. Both of these secrets come into play when he realizes she is in trouble. Something is trying to invade their world. Something evil. And it wants Carol. Bart uses every trick he knows as he and Carol are drawn into a swirling psychic storm of missing persons, alternate realities and out of body experiences while on the run from the local authorities after Carol’s ex-husband disappears into thin air.

Will they survive with their sanity intact when everything becomes the Opposite of Normal?

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She approached the car and leaned down to peer into the passenger side window. There he was. Bart. His head lolled back against the headrest, his seatbelt holding him in place while he slept.

How dare he! She ripped open the car door.

Bart snorted in his sleep.

“You!” Carol rested one knee on the passenger seat. Then, she punched Bart in the arm.

Bart's eyes flew open. “What?” He jerked up in his seat. The seatbelt stopped him, almost strangling him in the bargain. “What the hell?”

“You tell me, Bart. What in the hell are you doing parked out in front of my house? Have you been here all night?” Carol punctuated the last question with another punch to his shoulder.

“Hey,” Bart said, leaning away from her, “that hurt.”

“Good,” Carol said. She plopped down into the passenger seat. “Why are you spying on me?” she said, turning sideways in the seat. She wanted to look him directly in those hazel eyes of his.

Bart closed his eyes and ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “I'm not spying on you.”

“Then what are you doing?” Carol raised her eyebrows.

Bart turned to her. His eyes were bloodshot and tired-looking.

Carol's heart softened a little. He really did look like a man who was burning the candle at both ends.

Bart placed his hands on the steering wheel, like he was steeling himself for something. “I'm not spying on you, I'm just...” He heaved a tired sigh and looked her in the eye. “I guess I'm trying to watch out for you, that's all.”

Carol couldn't believe it. Her foreman from work. Watching out for her? “Well, Bart, the last time I checked, I was an adult. I don't think I need you watching out for me. I can handle my own life.” Her independence came on strong and filled her. “I don't know why you are so interested anyway.”

Bart looked out the window. “I knew you would take this wrong.”

“How did you expect me to take it? Like a whimpering little girl who's been left all on her own by her great big bear of an ex-husband? Come on.” Carol crossed her arms over her chest, prepared for battle.

“Could we go inside?” Bart asked, turning back to her.

“What? You want to have coffee? Sure. Come on in,” Carol said sarcastically. “Maybe we can get to the bottom of why I see you everywhere I go.” She got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk, straightening her rumpled clothes.

She heard Bart's car door shut and then the sound of his boots on the sidewalk behind her. She went on through the front door and into the kitchen without waiting for him. Let him find his own way in. He was finding his way into every other part of her life.