Highway Thirteen to Manhattan
The Six Train to Wisconsin Series
Genre: Paranormal and Suspense
Publisher: Aurea Blue Press
Date of Publication: 11/1/2016
Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist: Creative Paramita
His secrets almost killed her. Her secrets may destroy them both.
Kai is recovering from a near-death experience when she realizes something isn’t right. Her body is healing, but her mind no longer feels quite like her own. Her telepathic powers are changing, too. She can’t trust herself. The darkness growing inside of her pushes her to use her telepathy as a weapon.
Oliver clings to the hope that he can save their marriage, even though he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. As his wife slips further and further away from him, he becomes increasingly obsessed with bringing the man who ruined his life to justice.
The sequel to The Six Train to Wisconsin is a genre-defying tale of love and consequences. Once again, award-winning author Kourtney Heintz seamlessly weaves suspense and paranormal intrigue into a real-world setting, creating characters rich in emotional and psychological complexity.
“Family secrets, paranormal suspense, and romance collide in Heintz’s fascinatingly original tale. A compelling read that will keep you guessing and haunt you long after the last page is turned.” -Gretchen Archer, USA Today Bestselling author of the Davis Way Crime Capers
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The Six Train to Wisconsin
READ ON FOR AN EXCERPT, ABOUT THE AUTHOR, A GIVEAWAY, AND FOR MY REVIEW!
Like most daughters, I loved my parents, but right now, I wanted them anywhere but here. Hospitals are always hard, but my parents managed to make it harder. My head was already pounding from all the thoughts and emotions coming at me. Not just from the patients and their families and the doctors and the nurses, but also from my mother and father. Instead of shielding their thoughts and trying to make it better for me, they let their emotions crash into me.
My mind wasn’t strong enough for all this. Neither was my body. Tubes eviscerated my right hand. A giant bruise blossomed beside the newest IV line. A cast wrapped around my left wrist. My broken pinky finger had been set and taped to my ring finger. The back of my head was held together with stitches. Beneath the blanket, my body was covered in bruises.
I didn’t feel any physical pain because of the medications the doctors pumped into me. They said I needed it to recover, but it made my body feel like it wasn’t mine. And the steady drip of opiates didn’t just steal my physical pain; it left me unable to form the psychic shield I needed to protect myself from the misery swirling around me.
Mom sat in the chair closest to my bed. She wore one of her flowing peasant blouses and faded jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and light brown strands slipped loose to hang around her face. The corners of her hazel eyes were pinched with worry.
Her hand hovered over my arm, unsure where to touch me—if she should touch me. Finally, she laid her hand gently on my thigh. “You just need to rest here for a few more days.”
She was wrong. I needed to get out of here. Away from all these thoughts as soon as possible. “I want to go home.”
Mom shook her head. “You need to let the doctors help you.” Like they did last time.
Her thoughts slammed into my brain. She thought hospitalization was the solution to everything.
“Please. Look at what’s happened to you. You can’t go home until you’re better,” she said. I can’t lose you. I won’t let that happen.
I didn’t know how to reassure her. Yes, I’d almost died, but being here was hurting me more than it was healing me. I swallowed all the words I wanted to say and hoped for Caleb to come back soon. My brother would know how to talk to Mom, how to make her understand.
The doctor came in to check on me and Mom’s agonizing fear rose up. Don’t let her have brain damage.
Dad patted Mom’s shoulder. He looked like an older, surfer version of Caleb. Both were tall and muscular with curly blond hair. Dad’s hair was a darker blond streaked with platinum from decades in the sun and salt water. His eyes were greener than Caleb’s, but like Caleb’s, they were rimmed with purple bruises. When Dad smiled, sun lines radiated from his eyes and cut across his cheeks. But I hadn’t seen them since he’d arrived at my bedside. Instead, waves of exhaustion rolled off him and rippled over me, right before I heard his thoughts. I can’t go through this again, watching you slip away.
My younger sister Naomi lounged in the chair in the corner as far from me as she could get. She had Mom’s light brown hair and thin frame and Dad’s green eyes and height. She looked nothing like me and only distantly related to Caleb. Her long legs looped over the armrest as she flipped through a magazine. Thanks for ruining Christmas break. I’d rather be anywhere but here.
I felt the same way.
At least Oliver was gone for the moment. Mom had convinced him to go home, take a shower, maybe even sleep. I couldn’t bear his guilt; it was so thick it choked me.
Oliver. My husband. God. I’d never loved and hated someone so much at the same time. I still couldn’t believe he’d called my parents. He knew how bad they were at handling me. How could he have thought that having my family here would be good for me?
Bitterness frosted my thoughts. I was in a hospital, bruised and battered. I’d almost died. That’s what Caleb had said. He was the only one willing to tell me the truth. Oliver had said it was bad, but he wouldn’t say how bad. He couldn’t bear to admit what happened to me.
About the Author:
Kourtney Heintz is the award-winning and bestselling author of The Six Train to Wisconsin (2013), the first book in The Six Train to Wisconsin series. She also writes bestselling young adult novels under the pseudonym K.C. Tansley. Heintz is a member of the Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, Romance Writers of America, and Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Heintz has given writing workshops and author talks at libraries, museums, universities, high schools, conventions, wineries, non-profits organizations, and writing conferences. She has been featured in the Republican American of Waterbury, Connecticut; on WTNH’s CT Style; and on the radio show, Everything Internet.
Kourtney resides in Connecticut with her warrior lapdog, Emerson, and three quirky golden retrievers. Years of working on Wall Street provided the perfect backdrop for her imagination to run amok at night, envisioning a world where out-of-control telepathy and buried secrets collide.
You can find out more about Kourtney and her books at: http://kourtneyheintz.com
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I LOVED the first book in this series, THE SIX TRAIN TO WISCONSIN. It was full of suspense, mystery, and painted a realistic picture of what might happen to a marriage under the circumstances Kai and Oliver faced. All the characters in that book felt rich, honest, and fully three dimensional, so I could certainly understand where they were coming from, even if I didn’t particularly like them. And there were a few characters I really didn’t like. I was glued to the story from beginning to end, dying to find out what happened, hanging on the edge of my seat. I couldn’t wait to see where all of this went in the next book.
HIGHWAY THIRTEEN TO MANHATTAN was a letdown. I stopped empathizing with Kai pretty quickly. The way she continually punished Oliver for the events in the first book–which, no matter how much I’m TOLD was 100% Oliver’s fault, doesn’t seem like that at all–grated on my nerves. Especially considering how hard Oliver worked to make up for what happened to Kai, even though the fundamental cause of it was something from far back in his youth, and not perpetuated by him personally. And since I lost my sympathy for Kai, I also found Caleb increasingly annoying. They became like irritating Wonder Twins, heaping more and more unearned garbage on Oliver together.In fact, Kai’s entire family was grating. Almost every scene involving any mixture of them made me roll my eyes and hurry through. Unfortunately, Caleb becomes a primary character.
The will they/won’t they work it out (or will Kai just choose her new boyfriend without getting divorced first) is probably the most irritating thing about this story. That barely believable conflict was based on a weak premise: that Oliver had somehow turned from a strong, loving man willing to do anything to save his wife, to some weak coward begging for scraps from a table that has already been cleared. I could not understand for one moment why, if Kai hated Oliver so much, she didn’t just divorce him and marry the also unbelievably perfect Alex. The romantic entanglements seemed completely implausible. Be advised: THIS STORY IS NOT A ROMANCE.
Those things being said, Ms. Heintz is a very talented author. She paints vivid word pictures that really draw you in, make you see the characters and the world in which they exist. I loved the way she portrayed Kai’s gift/curse, how it became darker and more frightening, and the way it winds into what could easily be considered mental illness. As much as many aspects of this book were irksome to me, Ms. Heintz writes a compelling tale that kept me hanging on through the end.
Unfortunately, the ending was awful. I absolutely loathed Kai by the time the book was over. She is a horrible human being, and now I couldn’t care less what happens to her next. I don’t think I’ll be continuing with this series, no matter how much I enjoy Ms. Heintz’s writing. If she does another series, I will definitely give it a try, but I’d like to forget about the bad taste this book left in my mouth.
Normally, a book that I really didn’t like this much wouldn’t rate more than two batty moons. But it was very well written, for all I didn’t enjoy the story itself. And I really enjoyed the first book, and I’m fully willing to admit the things I disliked about this book were based on personal preference. Based on those things, I’ll give HIGHWAY THIRTEEN TO MANHATTAN:
3 BATTY MOONS!