I believe the consciousness needs a body to express itself. I’m not a scientist or pretend to be one. So the essence of our energy will continue to echo throughout space until the end of time. We’re energy, and when we die, this energy doesn’t just vanish. He has this conversation with Rowan at one point.Įven if you don’t believe in ghosts or the afterlife, reincarnation can be approached analytically. My character Kaleb, in the story, is a psychic, and he states it pretty close to the way I feel about it. That is a complicated question, and I thought about it quite a bit while writing Heart and Soul. Is reincarnation something you believe in? Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, time travel or contemporary romances, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena-falling in love. When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates book covers at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer. Though her three children are grown and starting their own adventures, she still has a houseful of demanding pets. Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband. She crouched down on her hands and knees and took a deep breath before she quickly glanced under her vehicle. With heavy steps, she went back to investigate. Her gaze traveled back to her car as another horrific image came to mind, but she had to know. If she had hit the lady, maybe she’d been thrown in the opposite direction. She jogged to the other side of the road. Her gaze frantically searched the area for the woman. Dread laced its way up her spine threatening to choke her. Swiping away the foliage, as she hurried up the incline to the dirt road. Her fingers fumbled to undo the seatbelt before she threw open her door. Had she hit the woman? She hadn’t heard the dreaded thud of soft tissue colliding against unforgiving metal. She whirled around in her seat to look toward the road. The only audible sound was her heart pounding in her ears. She sat there, squeezing the steering wheel. Her seatbelt tightened against her and jarring her back against her seat. She careened into the bushes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

She slammed on the breaks and swerved, knowing she was going to hit the woman no matter her attempts to avoid her. A flash of white in her peripheral vision made her rivet her gaze to the front where a woman stood in the road.

She glanced on either side of the road as she drove slowly, the worn gravel crunching beneath her tires. She carefully maneuvered her way down the dirt road where the foliage threatened to overtake the path, confirming her suspicions that no one had driven down here for quite some time.

A Western Saga by Karen Michelle Nutt