Dear Readers: A Note from Katie McGarry

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Dear Reader,

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A psychic reading as a gift—it was what a friend of mine had given me for my birthday. I’ll admit I was skeptical, but I considered the experience good fun with a good friend.

At the meeting, the psychic told me things about myself—things that could be true for anyone, but as she continued with the reading, she began to stare at the table as if in a dream state. She then asked if I had lost a friend. A close female friend.

I had, and the wound still hurt so I didn’t answer. The psychic looked straight at me and said, “She wants you to know that when you dream at night, the beach is real.”

I sat absolutely stunned. My best friend and I had attended the same elementary and middle schools, we had nearly every class together in high school, we roomed together in college, and we even shared a basement apartment. We fought, we laughed, we cried—we were inseparable.

And then she died and her death left a huge, gaping hole in me. After she passed, I was comforted by dreams of us sitting on a beach and talking. I’d tell her everything and she’d give me advice or find a way to make me laugh. I had never told anyone about these dreams and it shocked me that this complete stranger knew something so personal.

After telling me a few more things that only my best friend would know, the psychic went on to discuss my future. She told me I would become a published writer even though, at the time, I didn’t have a literary agent.

Was she real or was she an amazing con-artist? I don’t know. But she knew something about me no one else did and I did become a published author. That experience has always left me wondering about destinies. Did she see the future or did I become a self-fulfilling prophesy?

What happens when we are raised to believe that our future, our fate, is set? Are we able to change the course of our lives when it is ingrained in us to go down a certain path?

Would you dare to defy destiny?

In Only a Breath Apart, Jesse Lachlin was raised to believe that his family is cursed—that anyone the Lachlin’s love will die. Because of that, years ago, he broke the heart of his once best friend, Scarlett, in order to protect her from the curse.

Now a teenager and desperate to make enough money to leave her controlling father after graduation, Scarlett has to work with Jesse so she can land a well-paying job with his older cousin—the local psychic.  Despite their history of heartbreak, each midnight meeting between Jesse and Scarlett will push them to confront their secrets and feelings for each other.

I can’t wait for you to read Only a Breath Apart.


Katie McGarry

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