Through His Touch by Deborah Camp: Virtual Tour, Guest Post, Review and Giveaway!

Today we welcome Deborah Camp back to our blog to talk about book 2 in her Mind's Eye series, Through His Touch!  Check out Deborah's description of the significance of kisses delivered by our sexy hero Levi!
Seven Sensuous Kisses of Levi Wolfe

Trudy Tucker thinks he kisses like he invented it, so here are the top seven kisses performed by Levi Wolfe!

1.      The Stamp of Approval. A quick, hard kiss against the lips with sound effects – mwaaa! Used as a “thanks,” “you’re cute,” and “I can’t resist you.”

2.      The Brand. Another quick, hard kiss, but this is accompanied by a sweep of the tongue across her lips. It’s a “you’re mine,” possessive kiss. Just a little reminder.

3.      Three’s a Charm. Three, slow, sweet, simmering kisses with the press of his tongue against hers. Used as a “warm up” for things to come!

4.      Love that Lip. Sandwiching her upper lip between his and sucking gently.

5.      The Whole Enchilada. Kisses each corner of her mouth and then the middle. Small, savoring kisses.

6.      The Swirl. Open-mouthed, swirling his tongue around hers. Usually happens when he’s in the throes of passion.

7.      Nip and Lick. Alternating between licking into her mouth and biting her lower lip. Hot, hot, hot!

There are others, of course, but these show his love of variety! They might not be original, but they are very effective!

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About the Author:

Author of more than 50 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. Her background as a reporter for newspapers helped her to write fast and enjoy research. After she sold her first few books, she quit newspaper work to become a freelance writer and novelist.

Deborah's first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author's Guild. She was the first recipient of the Janet Dailey Award.

Through His Eyes (April, 2012) is her first romantic suspense book. It has paranormal elements and is erotic. She plans at least two more books featuring Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker.

Also widely published in non-fiction, she and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She has been a guest speaker at numerous writers’ conferences, including Romance Writers of America (RWA), Writers, Inc., and the Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. She has served as a judge in numerous writing contests throughout the United States and has judged manuscripts in RWA’s Golden Heart Awards and RITA Awards. She is currently working on her next historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.

In 2012 her books were re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of new fans.

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Disclaimer: A copy of this book was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. 

Title: Through His Touch
Series: Mind's Eye, Book 2
Author: Deborah Camp
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Rating: 3 Sweltering Keys

Psychic Trudy Tucker would love . . .

 . . . to breach Levi Wolfe’s defenses and show him that his heart has nothing to fear from her.

Psychic Levi Wolf would love . . .

 . . . to protect Trudy’s gentle heart by keeping her away from his dark, treacherous past.

But is love enough when someone with a heart full of hate has chosen Trudy as the next one to die?

Through His Touch

Will his touch claim her or kill her?

Through His Touch is Book 2 in the Mind's Eye series and picks up exactly where we left of in Through His Eyes.  Levi has returned home and is greeted by an unknown female who has gone through great lengths to make his welcome home one to remember!

In Through His Touch Deborah Camp gives readers a more in-depth look at Levi and his past demons.  Camp reveals quite a bit about Levi's childhood trauma, including more insight into his relationship with his mother and father, and how he was affected by being sent away to school at a very early age.  The most surprising reveal however, was the appearance of Lizzy (i.e. the first chick to break Levi's heart and cause him to further distrust women).  Getting to know more of Lizzy's backstory and seeing how she has impacted Levi through the years was intriguing.  Even more, to see Lizzy interact with Trudy was hilarious! 

The mystery in Through His Touch is not as intense as the previous mystery and for most of the book, it was a secondary story to readers learning more about Levi's life.  The villain in this book is a scary psychotic person killing women from Levi's past and seeking to destroy Levi by eliminating Trudy from his life.  As you can imagine, the threat to Trudy sends Levi spiraling because he has not yet allowed himself to come to terms with his true feelings for Trudy and because the situation is completely out of his control.

I found Trudy to be very supportive in this book and thought that she used her insight to guide her when dealing with Levi's tantrums.  I really enjoyed Trudy getting to know Levi's housekeeper and friend Wes and thought Camp did an excellent job of building a friendship between Trudy and Wes.

While I enjoyed the mystery in Through His Eyes, it wasn't as engaging as it was in the previous book, and I would have like to see more of Trudy and Levi working together to solve the mystery. I'm giving this one 3 Sweltering Keys!  Even though it wasn't my favorite, it was a good solid addition to the series.

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Excerpt:

Levi crossed his arms and tucked his hands in his armpits in a stance that was clearly defensive. “With all of that shit going on, no wonder I dreamed of the box again. I haven’t had a nightmare about that place in a long time.”

“What’s the box?” Trudy watched with growing concern as his face tightened, jaw muscles flexed, and his eyes clouded with turbulent memories.

“A root cellar. A small place. Standing up, you could extend your arms out from your sides and touch the walls. It was cool and damned cold in there at night.”

“Where was this?”

“The Missouri Ozarks. Out in the wilds. It was a school set up on an abandoned farm property. They’d turned the farmhouse into a dormitory and the barn into a school.” He made a scoffing sound. “Not that they provided much of an education. Mostly, we read and memorized the Bible. There were classes in literature, English, math, a little science and geography here and there, but that was about it.”

“How old were you when you went there?”

“Nine. When I arrived I had just turned nine. I left when I was almost eleven to go to a school in Wyoming.”

“Nine.” She took up her own defensive stance, hunching her shoulders and rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Thinking of him as a nine-year-old being carted off to a place where he was schooled in a barn made her skin break out in gooseflesh. “I don’t know how your parents could send their little boy away like that.”

He gave an indolent shrug that she didn’t buy for one second. “They were trying to chase the devil out of me.”

“Idiotic,” she murmured.

“They put us in the box when we were bad.” One corner of his mouth lifted fractionally. “And I was bad. Bad to the bone.”

“What do you do that was so terrible?” She couldn’t imagine any sane reason to put a child down into a hole.

“I refused to say that my father was right and that I was a liar.”

“About your psychic abilities,” she clarified. “So, it was a religious thing with your parents? They truly felt that your abilities were a sign of evil . . . of the devil?”

“That’s what my father thought . . . or that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.” A quick, half-smile flitted across his lips. “He’s an intelligent man, so I’ve always believed that he’s mainly intimidated by my abilities. He’s a classic narcissist. Therefore, it must be impossible for him to think that I can do things he can’t. As for my mother?” He gazed up at the stars and violet shadows caressed his achingly handsome face. “I don’t know. She probably wished I’d just tell my father what he wanted to hear and do what he said to do. That’s what she did. She went along with whatever shit he shoveled out.”

She wanted to touch him. No, she wanted to hold him, but she stood still as her heart constricted with pain for him. She wanted to cry, but she knew he didn’t want her tears, so she swallowed the burning ball of emotion in her throat. He was talking and she was grateful, but what he was saying was difficult to hear. His upbringing had been a long nightmare from which he couldn’t awaken – and he was just scratching the surface. That’s what bothered her more than anything. His traumas ran deep. Soul deep.

“And the box?” she asked in a whisper. “How long did they keep children in there?”

“An hour at first. Then hours. I graduated to all day and then to all day and all night. The nights were the worst. It was cold in there and black as pitch. That’s when the rats would come out.”

Trudy couldn’t stop the shudder that shook her from head to toes. She cleared her throat. “R-rats?”

“Big mother-fuckers. Of course, I was only a kid, so they seemed like they were the size of Volkswagens. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them scurrying around and I could feel them. They’d run across my feet. One of them jumped on my shoulder and bit my neck. I screamed and screamed. Screamed my fucking lungs out that night.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. “That’s why my voice is husky. I damaged my vocal chords. I couldn’t talk above a whisper for a couple of months after that and my voice never fully recovered.”

“I love your voice,” she said, the declaration lifting from her heart onto her lips.

“Really?” He shook his head and sent her a baffled grin. “I think I sound like a bad actor doing a commercial for sore throat lozenges.”

She shook her head and decided to allow her heart to keep talking. “Your voice matches the rest of you. Sexy as hell.”

His arms slipped down his body and his shoulders lost some of their stiffness. He held out a hand to her. “Come here, you.”