top of page
  • Lashell Collins

New Release: Voices & Visions

I have a new book coming out in two weeks. Two weeks! I can't believe it's so close already. This is a big deal for me because this will be my first release in well over a year. Real life got in the way, and burnout happened, tragedy struck. But through it all, I continued to write, making slow-but-steady progress on a new series that I'm so excited about. Book 1 releases on March 27, and is available for preorder. But for now, here's a snippet from Chapter One...

The further she drove the worse it got.

Rough-looking run down houses, many of them boarded up and abandoned. A few war-wary souls wearing expressions of despair walked the mean streets.

It was the kind of area that could get a person killed.

Hopelessly lost, Sidney knew she was in the wrong part of town with one glance out the windows at her surroundings. She drove on, dread hardening her stomach like quick-drying concrete.

She had to find a place to turn around and get back on the right road, and fast. The last remnants of daylight were fading and she didn’t want to be caught in this strange, scary neighborhood after dark.

She took the next right, her gaze darting all around.

Pop, pop, pop … pop!

The sound shot through the air.

Sidney jumped and slammed on the breaks. Her body lurched forward and crashed into the seatbelt. Through her windshield, she watched the kneeling man fall over dead in the street. The two guys with guns — perfectly illuminated by her headlights — looked up and stared at her.

Her heart stopped.

Everything around her seemed to freeze.

A perfect moment suspended in time.

One of the men raised his gun in her direction. Her heart exploded into a crazy fast uneven rhythm, hammering at her rib cage like it wanted out.

“Shit! Sidney, get out of here. Get the fuck out of here, now!”

She muttered the panicked words out loud, her brain suddenly remembering how to work again. Throwing the car into reverse, she stomped on the gas, not even stopping to check if there was anyone behind her.

Gunfire slapped her ears.

Instinctively, she ducked her head with the ping of ricocheting bullets.

Tires screeched.

She jerked the wheel, narrowly missing a parked car, and entered the intersection going the wrong way. She yanked on the gear shift and threw the car into drive. Then she floored it, tires squealing as she sped back down the street she had come.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

She sped through the streets like a formula one racer, zigging and zagging and weaving and wending.

“Wrong place! Wronger time, Sid. Way to go!”

She glanced up into her rearview mirror and her heart sank at the sight of a large black SUV racing after her.

“No! God, please no!”

She prayed out loud, begging for God to protect her.


She had to go faster.

Fear rose up like a monster and gave chase.

She stepped on the gas with all her might and fought to keep the car on the road. The unshed tears stung her eyes, but she couldn’t afford to fall apart right now. She weaved the car in and out of traffic, not giving a thought to other drivers or the police.

Cars honked. People gestured.

She didn’t care that they were flipping her off and yelling obscenities. Staying alive was her only concern.

She took an immediate right, hoping to put more distance between her and the sinister-looking SUV. The sign for I-90 West appeared like a vision.

“Yes. Thank you! Come on, Sid. You can do this.”

She swerved left, narrowly missing a car in the other turn lane. Then she shot across the road, onto the entrance ramp.

When she finally found her way back onto I-90, she stepped on the gas pedal with everything she had. Checking her mirrors every few seconds to look for the evil SUV, she fled downtown Cleveland under the cloak of night and headed back to Rocky River as the sky grew ever darker.

This is what she got for venturing into the mean, unfamiliar city.

Okay, so it wasn’t LA or New York, but it was a city. And she wasn’t exactly sure what she had witnessed back there, but she knew enough to know that she shouldn’t have seen it.

Enough to know she was now in danger.

She’d witnessed a murder, and the men responsible for it had looked dead in her face. That put her in very deep shit and she knew it. But she had to hold it together for a little while longer. She had to get away, and she had to get away clean.

Terror gripped her heart like a pit bull’s jaws clamping tight around torn flesh. She zoomed over the freeway with a lump in her throat.

She hadn’t seen the SUV in several minutes, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still back there. Growing up in a neighborhood ten times worse than the one she was currently fleeing had taught her a few things. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she had to make sure she truly lost the SUV before she went back home. She didn’t relish the idea of leading the killers directly to her front door.

For nearly a solid hour, she drove around aimlessly, taking back road after back road. At one point, she even pulled into a brightly-lit, busy fast food parking lot and sat there for several minutes just watching her surroundings. Watching for any SUVs that might be lurking.

That’s when she realized the wetness of her seat.

“Jesus, Sidney,” she whispered.

She might’ve laughed at the situation if she wasn’t so petrified.

When she was fairly certain no one was following her anymore she circled back, finally picking up State Route 6, and slipped into Rocky River to her own neighborhood. Turning off of Center Ridge Road, she made her way home, still scanning her surroundings. She pulled her car into the garage — something she didn’t normally do.

The automatic garage door came down behind her and she sat clutching the steering wheel for a long time.

“Stop shaking, Sid.” Her own voice sounded hollow and far away. “Take a deep breath and stop shaking.”

She couldn’t move.

The wet panties clung to her hidden places and the urine-soaked denim felt nasty against her skin, but her butt seemed surgically attached to the driver’s seat and she couldn’t make herself move.

“It’s all good, Sid. You lost the SUV. No one followed you home. No one followed you. You’ve got this.”

A psychic so powerful his abilities come at a cost. A woman so special she alone has the power to touch him.

Detective Isaac Taylor is a broken man. Isolated by his strange abilities and what others perceive as weird behavior, he keeps his head down and excels at his job. But he hears the whispers of his colleagues and family members, and he feels like a freak among them. Then one wrong number phone call changes everything.

Sidney Fairchild is no stranger to danger. She’s a woman on the run, in hiding and existing below the radar. Despite her efforts to stay invisible, she witnesses a crime she knows could get her killed. Then she answers a wrong number phone call that changes her life.

Bound by their undeniable connection, Isaac and Sidney forge a bond stronger than anything either has ever known. But will his psychic abilities save her or lead to their mutual destruction?

Want to know more? CLICK HERE!

42 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
bottom of page