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Sensitives and Psychics: Interview with Karen-Anne Stewart

Today we interview Karen-Anne Stewart about her book, sensitives, and psychics! Be sure to checkout the Rafflecopter drawing after the excerpt of Feel.

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PYN: What is the difference between a sensitive and a psychic?

Karen-Anne:  A sensitive is someone who can sense things or who has a heightened intuition, and a psychic has stronger abilities and can ‘read’ or feel deeper into someone’s thoughts/aura or situations.

PYN: How do sensitives “work?”

Karen-Anne:  In Feel, Saige can sense death and feel the emotions of people close enough around her.  These abilities are like an emotional hell, and the reader will feel Saige’s struggle with how she tries to deal with what she can do.

PYN: What inspired your latest book?

Karen-Anne:  I wanted to do something a bit different.  I’m completely addicted to romance, so I know that everything I write will have a powerful love, but I wanted to add a different element with Jensen and Saige’s story.

PYN: What else would you like us to know about your writing?

Karen-Anne:  I’m a sucker for a strong alpha male hero with a sensitive side.  Jensen is most definitely a hot alpha male who will kick anyone’s ass if they hurt Saige, but he is lovingly gentle with her.   Strong female leads are also always a part of my novels.  Being a woman, I’m a huge fan of girl power and love to write the heroine’s POV showing her strength, independence, and vulnerability.  When the two main characters come together, the potent emotions they share form an unbreakable bond.  I hope readers fall in love with Jensen and Saige in Feel.


Feelfrontcover (2)By: Karen-Anne Stewart

Genre:  New Adult Paranormal Romance, Suspense /Contemporary

Date of Publication:  December 15th, 2014.

ISBN:  978-1502757746

Number of pages: 276

Word Count:  94,000

Book Description:

The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.

I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.

Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.

This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.

Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.

Available at Amazon


“He’s going to act soon.  We don’t have time to wait on a team to arrive.  Andy and I will handle him,” I tell Darrin, one of the best men I know, aside from Andy, before closing the phone.  Leaning against the side of the van, I groan.  This bastard is good and that is thoroughly pissing me off right now.

“Jensen, I’ve got one for you,” Andy states, stepping out of the van and slamming the door I opened behind him, “but, I’m warning you, she’s got a mouth on her that rivals mine, man.”

“She?”  Banging my head against the van, I let out another groan, “You took a girl?”

“Your southern gentleman manners need to stand down on this one.  This girl’s got that sweet accent, too, but don’t let that fool you; she’ll shove her fist down your throat while kicking you hard in the balls.  She unleashed some dirty southern charm on me and I had to restrain her.”

“You tied her up?” Pushing Andy aside, I go to open the door, “Shit, Andy, since when did we start taking girls and tying them up?”

“Since this girl bit the hell out of me,” Andy grumbles.

Giving Andy a glare letting him know this discussion is far from over, I slide the door the rest of the way open and freeze.  The entire world stops when I see the dark caramel eyes that have haunted me every damn night staring back at me.  A thousand thoughts spin through my head, but I can’t seem to form one coherent word as my chest aches from memories.  Flashes of the best moments in my life play on fast forward in my mind, right up until the worst night of my existence strikes me like a bolt of lightning.  “Saige,” I finally manage to rasp.

“Holy shit,” Andy lets out a low whistle, “so, she’s the one?”

Ignoring Andy, I watch the one girl who consumed me, healed me, fuckin’ wrecked me, slowly blink as she looks at me so intently, it feels she’s staring straight into my soul, just like she’s done a million times before.  Her eyes are different now…guarded?  Sad? Hours or a few seconds pass.  I don’t know which, before she releases the lip she’s been absently chewing on and speaks in that soft voice that used to bring me to my knees, “Can you please cut me loose?”

Shaking through the fog, I glance at her bound wrists.  Shit. “Of course,” I blurt, grabbing my knife.  As I place my hand on the tape, my fingers brush against her hand and she inhales sharply, looking away.  The sorrow in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, lancing my heart and sending me back to the night I sent her away, the night I felt like I lost my soul.  “Hold still, okay?” I say as I slice through her bonds, quickly taking her hands in mine and rubbing her red wrists with my thumbs.  “I’m sorry Andy restrained you,” I begin, but my voice trails as I look at her, not knowing what in the hell to say after all this time.  She’s beautiful.  She’s always been beautiful but, now, she’s…breathtaking.

Saige looks at my hands holding hers and slowly swallows.  I never thought I would touch her again, and she feels just like I remember, better than I remember.

Andy clears his throat, and I know I’m going to catch hell later but I don’t care.  The only thing that matters right now is the woman I’ve thought about every day for the last four years.

I open my arms to pull her to me, needing to feel her closer, to make sure she’s really here. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” I breathe, tangling my fingers in her hair as I brush my lips against her temple.

“Don’t,” Saige whispers, pulling away, “please, don’t touch me.”

The raw pain in her voice makes me want to hold her, protect her, but I’m the one who caused her pain.  My chest aches seeing her hurting.  I reach for her again, but she pushes me away, anger replacing the sorrow in her eyes.


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About the Author

Karen-Anne Stewart FeelKaren-Anne Stewart  is an author of New Adult Romance who doesn’t shy away from writing about sensitive issues and hot heroes.

She has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing Rain, and After the Rain, and the newly released standalone novel, Ash to Steele. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards, and Saving Rain and After the Rain were nominees for the 2014 RONE Awards.

When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, three dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.


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