They both knew that something further was about to ensue soon, but they felt rooted to the very spot in which they were sitting.
Before they could recover their composure she was there again.
This time her shoulders were covered by a white, fur stole.
She fixed them each with a mesmerizing gaze and smiled. The two young men held their breaths, dumbstruck while she coolly started to go through Jared’s pockets with long, very elegant fingers. Then she deftly pulled out his car keys.
The lady then started walking away, while beckoning them with her forefinger:

Book 1 The Chase
Blake and Laura struggle to make ends meet financially.  Then eventually Blake meets Carminda, a clairvoyant who sets him up as a private investigator for elite society in London. Through her rock star ex boyfriend Laura meets a successful modeling agent who helps her to become successful in fashion.
Their friend Jared doesn't want to work yet after graduation until he is kidnapped with Blake on Jared's uncle's farm. After they flee, Jared learns that he is Carminda' cousin.
Rene, the rock star has a friend called Jacqueline.  She pursues her wish to become a clairvoyant,  so she travels to Brazil where a spirit guide leads her through frightening rituals, like being swallowed by a crocodile. 
Book 2 Psychic Passions and Desires 
Later on, Laura receives an invitation to act in a film in Europe and soon she and her husband Blake lose their daughter to a kidnapper.
Jacqueline uses her new-found psychic skills to locate her friend Laura’s abducted baby and tries to heal Enrique, Laura’s wealthy film producer. 
She and her friends have experiences in haunted houses while they act on a film. Then Jacqueline meets up with a champion dancer who turns out to be a dangerous witch. 
Victoria, the witch leads Jacqueline into experiencing disturbing episodes of magic. She’s fiercely jealous of Jacqueline and wants to destroy her at all costs because Jacqueline is a clairvoyant as well as a good dancer.

Pot of Gold Psychic Passions and Desires

"It's about the play of light and shadow," Blake said, squinting through the camera's viewfinder. Late day sun slanted through a canopy of birch and spruce, dappling the leafy undergrowth. He angled the camera, chasing the dance of sunbeams across rich, loamy forest floor. 


"I wish I could see what you're seeing," Laura mused. Cloaked in loose, painterly clothes, she leaned against the crenellated trunk of an old oak. Her eyes were closed, flame-red hair suffused in patches of honey light that sifted down. 


Blake panned up. "It's this interplay...the lattice of branches and gleam of sun, you can't see it anywhere else..." His words trailed off as he refocused on the viewfinder. A strange ripple, like heat shimmer off pavement, disturbed the tranquil scene. He pulled back, blinking. 


There again—through the lens he watched a ghostly figure flit from dappled shade into a sun-filled glade just ahead. "Who's that?" he asked sharply. 


Exploring the forest further