When an accused embezzler confronts his feisty, mind-reading jury consultant with a secret international plot to destroy the global economy, she risks everything to stop it.
(your hook starts here)
Jury consultant Sylvia Strathclyde reads minds for a living. No one suspects the real reason behind this twenty-six-year-old's amazing success at picking the right jurors for each client. Descended from a long line of mind-readers, who’ve survived the ages by disguising and limiting their rare and frightening talent, Sylvia hides in plain sight.
Disgusted by her mentor--who worships money, not justice--she strikes out on her own, vowing to defend only the innocent. There aren’t many, at least not who can afford a jury consultant. With the rent overdue and her credit cards maxed to the limit, she interviews one last well-heeled defendant. Failure means slinking back home to her carnival fortuneteller grandmother.
But Keith Milikowski, an unorthodox attorney accused of embezzling millions from a high-profile corporate client, won't let Sylvia into his mind. Unable to verify Keith's innocence and because nobody--not one person--has ever shut her out, Sylvia takes the case.
As they select a jury, Keith grows to trust Sylvia. She's not so sure about him. How can she trust a man she can't read? Finally letting down his guard, Keith reveals his own hidden talent, and a conspiracy so vast it threatens not only his life, but the entire world economy.
Interesting premise, then you get bogged down in a blather of stuff that is the imitation of a plot.
This is gussied up chick lit, so suddenly imperiling the entire world's economy is not only out of left field, it defies the imagination. Unless he has the ability to suck up all the water and/or oil in the world...
Focus. Don't be afraid to just make it a fun book.