Nicole Minsk – I Know How You Feel: The Sensate

IKHYF_Cover_new_Nikki_Credit_3Title: I Know How You Feel: The Sensate

Author: Nicole Minsk


Page count: 396

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy / Urban Fantasy /  Science Fiction

Price (Print and Ebook): $2.99 Ebook also available FREE on Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio:

I am not trained as a writer, but as a lawyer. My training has been key to my work as a writer because I have found the rules of evidence vital in developing my characters. As I hold degrees in Biology and Law—I am, naturally, an expert in grammar. I have made up for my lack of formal training by indulging in long, pedantic rants over the grammatical mistakes of others. This action carries no risk of hypocrisy, as I never make none grammatical errors of my own. I live in sunny California with Seussian palm trees and certified-drought-tolerant fake grass.


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“I know how you feel.” People say it. They don’t mean it. Hani does. Sure, he’s only eighteen, but he knows. Race, age, sex—doesn’t matter. He knows.

Things weren’t always like this. Hani was a normal guy. Well, as normal as a 6’4 Hawaiian growing up in Texas could be. He did have that strange inability to taste or smell, and there was that whole thing of being mysteriously abandoned in a trash bin as an infant, but apart from that and the stunning good looks, Hani was perfectly normal.

Then, the touch of a woman in a bar ignites Hani’s powers, and he can suddenly experience sensations through the nerves of others, smelling what they smell, tasting what they taste, and sex? He can feel everything his partner feels—more than that, he can control every last nuance.

What he can’t control is how badly he gets hooked on the women he touches and how gravely his body requires that touch. Plus, new powers keep popping up. So it’s a good thing when he hooks up with Laurie, the scientist.

Here’s hoping that his new girlfriend’s sense of what’s happening to him and how to control it is better than her sense of fashion, though, because what Hani doesn’t know is that someone is looking for him. And what he doesn’t know could kill him.


Share any thoughts you’d like the readers to know about you and/or your book:

I Know How You Feel: The Sensate is my first book. Chapter four won an Editor’s Choice Award on the Online Writing Workshop for Fantasy and Science Fiction.


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I Know How You Feel: The Sensate has a Goodreads page.


Excerpt from book:

In this chapter, Hani is invited to surf the big waves in Hawaii by Tim. Tim is an aging professional surfer turned instructor who thinks that Hani is a pro who was only pretending to be inexperienced when he attended Tim’s beginners’ surfing class. In reality, Hani has never surfed in his life, but via his supernatural powers Hani has taken Tim’s physical instincts and skill. Unfortunately, Hani doesn’t have the knowledge that goes with those instincts. Hani’s thoughts appear in parenthesis because the italics used in the actual book do not show up on this website. The word ‘FEEL” in all caps indicates Hani is using his powers to feel the bodily sensations of another person.

As Hani, Tim, and Laurie stepped onto to the beach, they passed a sign written mostly in capital letters. It said: “Warning HIGH SURF. Can cause serious injuries or drowning. IF IN DOUBT, DON’T GO OUT.” It was accompanied by a yellow diamond depicting a tiny man being hurled from the crest of a wave three times his size. Hani nearly ran back to the car.

Pavilions was occupied, but there were far more people on the beach than there were in the water. Tim stopped walking and nodded at Laurie. She spread out a beach towel and set up base camp.

Tim stretched out. Hani did too. Tim took the leash of his board and attached it to his ankle. Hani did too. Tim plonked down on the beach and watched the surf. Hani did too.

“Waves are breakin’ there, yeah?” Tim pointed at the surf.

Hani looked where Tim had pointed. It looked like there were waves there. Tim pointed to another location and said,

“It looks like there’s a channel there for us to paddle out.”

Hani nodded.

(This is a bad idea. Say something.)

“All right. This is what you asked for. Couldn’t be more stellar. You ready to catch some waves now brah?”

Hani nodded.

“Let’s go,” Tim said.

Tim grabbed his board, stuck it under his arm, and ran out into the surf. Hani took a very deep breath and ran out too. Tim hit the surf, jumped on his board and paddled. Hani followed. As soon as Hani hit the water, his eyes started tracking the surf. They paddled through wave after wave, each wave larger and steeper than the last. Hani worked to paddle and keep Tim in sight. Tim was only six feet in front of him, but he disappeared over the lip of a wave that was about to brake.

It was a big wave, a very big wave. Hani did not want to be hit by this wave. His instincts, Tim’s instincts, were telling him to do something he didn’t like, but he did it. He pushed his board down with his knee and arms, putting all his weight on it and took a deep breath. The board sank, and Hani was able to dive under the wave and still keep the board with him.

Hani surfaced again and caught up with Tim. They had both reached the small group of bobbing surfers awaiting the next wave. Tim started when Hani paddled up.

“Hey, brah. Nice duck dive. I thought for sure that last one was gonna take you out,” Tim said.

“Still here.”

“Ya know. You really had me fooled. I thought you were a squid for sure. You even let me walk you through goofy versus regular foot. You’re a donkey,” but he was smiling as said it.

“You really couldn’t tell?”

“I knew I knew you from somewhere. I knew that much. Where have you competed?”

At that moment, one of the other surfers yelled,

“On the outside.”

Everyone took off paddling toward the horizon. So, Hani did too. Once he got a look at the wave coming toward him, he paddled like mad. This wave was much, much larger than one he’d dived under. One by one, the other surfers were disappearing over the wave’s peak. Hani was running out of time. He put on a final burst of speed and made it over, only to discover that the next wave was just as large.

More paddling. Hani noticed that some of the surfers ahead of him had turned and were now paddling in the direction of the wave. Tim was not among them. Hani pressed on. He made it over wave two and saw Tim pull the nose of his board up and twist so he was facing back toward shore. The problem was, he was eight feet from Tim, and Hani could feel that he wasn’t in position to copy Tim’s maneuver. This left no option but for Hani to keep paddling toward the horizon.

Tim was paddling double time trying to match the wave’s speed. As Hani went over the wave, he looked back and saw just Tim’s head, a tiny dot moving away at rapid speed.

A wave was approaching. It was the biggest wave Hani had seen yet. He felt that his position was right. He pulled up the nose of his board, just as Tim had, and paddled furiously toward shore. He felt the wave lifting the board’s tail. The board picked up speed. The tail went higher and higher. Hani clung to the board as it plummeted, knowing that the next thing he had to do was stand up. Only, his brain was telling him that he was heading straight down and if he tried to stand up, he’d fall off, because standing up was physically impossible.

(Okay. Ignore your brain. Trust Tim’s instincts. He knows what to do.)

He stood up. There was a massive burst of speed as he accelerated down the wave’s face and turned where the wave flattened out. Hani had never felt anything like this. The rush of speed, the thrill of escaping death, it was incredible. After his first turn, he traveled partially up the face of the wave and turned again, but less sharply this time, such that he was moving across the wave as it traveled to shore.

The wave formed a tube, a tube Hani was inside. On one side of Hani there was a wall of water rushing up, on the other, a wall of water cascading down. He reached out with his right hand and ran it through the water rushing up. Though he knew he was moving, it felt like he was standing still. For about five seconds, Hani rode through the wave’s pipe, until he emerged on the other side in a burst of air and spray. He gave voice to the joy of it and rode to the wave’s bottom.

Hani waited as long as he could before he turned, getting as much of the edge of his surfboard into the water as possible and projecting his body forward into the turn. He kicked up a fantastic spray and picked up fantastic speed. Speed was good; he could feel he needed it to ride a section of the wave he’d spotted and Tim’s instincts recognized.

He lined up with the wave section and, his legs spread in the selfsame stance Tim had taught him, launched himself toward the sky from the place where the wave’s lip was most vertical. As he flew threw the air, feet stuck to the board, he rotated himself and the board three-hundred-and-sixty degrees. He extended his arms outward to maintain his balance and kept the board’s bottom facing into the wind, rather than grabbing the board to stop it from blowing away. All this happened in the space of about two seconds. He descended, folded his arms back in, and landed square in the middle of the wave’s whitewash. He resumed surfing the wave, turning and turning again, riding until the wave lost its force.

Tired from all the paddling, Hani decided to “listen to his body” and go in for a break. Laurie got lunch out.

“You were amazing. You disappeared into that wave under a curtain of surf. I was scared I’d never see you again, and then you came plunging out the other side whooping,” Laurie said.

Hani smirked, stared into her eyes, and ran his hand along her forearm. He could FEEL that she was aching for him. He leaned forward and whispered, “I’ll have you whooping tonight.” Then, he reached for a sandwich because he was starving. Tim came in about half an hour later and joined them.

Tucking into a fat, roast beef sandwich, Tim said,

“This is delicious, Laurie, thank you.”

“I wish I could take credit, but I just asked the hotel staff for a packed lunch for three.”

“This is for three? Three what, battalions?” Hani said.

“Hey, don’t complain. I, for one, am hungry. You should be too after what I saw,” Tim said.

“Oh, I was. I already ate. It was wild out there. Thanks for takin’ me,” Hani said.

“Anytime, brah. I saw the end of your ride. Nice air. No-grabs are tough. I love your style, and seeing you is a trip. I can’t do it quite like that anymore. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

After lunch, Hani and Tim hit the surf again and rode ‘the big waves’ until the tide went out.


Marti Dumas – Jala and the Wolves

Jala-and-the-Wolves--ebook-frontTitle: Jala and the Wolves

Author: Marti Dumas

ISBN or ASIN: 978-1507805428

Page count: 102

Genre: Juvenile Fantasy/Middle Grade Fantasy

Price (Print and Ebook): Paperback- $5.99 Ebook- $2.99


Author Bio:

Marti Dumas is a mother, teacher, and author from New Orleans.  She is a contributing writer on education and parenting for and other publications.  An expert in childhood literacy, Marti has worked with children and teachers for the last 15 years to promote an early love of reading. Her debut book, Jala and the Wolves, recently made the top of’s bestseller list for children’s fantasy and is available in stores and online now.


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When a magic mirror appears in Jala’s room, she’s mysteriously transported to the world of wolves — and discovers that she’s become a wolf herself! Can she help her pack survive? And will she ever get back to her human family again?


Share any thoughts you’d like the readers to know about you and/or your book:

I originally wrote this story as a gift for my little girl when she was six.  She loves fantasy and, at the time, she was absolutely obsessed with wolves.


Where can we go to buy your book?

Amazon, Audible, iTunes, and everywhere books are sold


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