Invisible Touch

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Invisible Touch

At the age of eleven, Kara Martinez died for eleven minutes.

An accident that also killed her father and changed her family forever. While awaking in the hospital, Kara believed she saw angels in the hospital, walking souls that no one else could see. Then the strange visions began…moments of time where she could see images on people. Words repeated to her on the television, in magazines, by someone talking to her. All the signs seemed to piece together like a puzzle for her to solve in order to stop someone from experiencing an unfortunate fate. To escape the confinement of a mental hospital, she learned to keep her ability secret and keep up the charade of perfection for her mother.

Her readers know her as the Sign Seer.

As Kara follows the signs, she blogs anonymously about her ability. Her next puzzle brings her close to Anthony, a mysterious boy from the wrong side of town, and as she sees the flash of a gun on a fellow classmate the stakes are raised higher than ever before. Can Kara solve this puzzle before it’s too late, without falling into a dangerous fate of her own?

* This novel is a reissue and was previously published with MTV/Pocket Books.

* Subgenres: Contemporary, Mystery, Romance, Multicultural, Paranormal, Urban, Diversity[/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=”30px”][trx_title type=”4″ style=”underline”]Raves[/trx_title][vc_column_text]

“A magical blending of mystery, romance, and deep and dangerous secrets. Kelly Parra’s Invisible Touch is an action-packed coming-of-age novel, sure to keep readers turning pages and begging for a sequel.”

~ Bestselling author Laurie Faria Stolarz

“Invisible Touch is a fast-paced, gripping book full of teenage secrets, alienation and hidden pain. It’s also incredibly tender and full of hope and made me stay up all night to finish it. Read this book, you won’t be disappointed.”

Amanda Ashby, author of You Had Me At Halo & Zombie Queen of Newbury High

“17 year-old Kara Martinez sees signs. Of impending danger, like pieces to a puzzle leading to inevitable disasters that only she can prevent–if she can interpret the signs in time. As it turns out, I see signs, too. On every page of Invisible Touch. That tell me that readers are going to delight in this fast-paced, gripping story, and be kept spellbound until its surprising finish.”

Tina Ferraro, author of How To Hook A Hottie

“The Gold Award of Excellence! This book will have readers flipping the pages as fast as they can to find out the next step in the puzzle, as well as the search to find out more about Kara. This book shows that when you’re always looking to the future, you often forget to deal with the past. An amazing, touching novel that deals with big issues in an original context.”

~ TeensReadToo, Reviewer Lauren Ashley


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  • Chosen for the California Readers 2011 High School Reading Collection
  • Given the Golden Star Award of Excellence by TeensReadToo
  • Recommended by Color Online for “Hispanic Heritage Month” Reading List 2009

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=”30px”][trx_title type=”4″ style=”underline”]Excerpt[/trx_title][vc_column_text]I stepped out into the early evening light. The sun, still shining, had sunk lower in the sky. It had been hot all afternoon and now and early evening breeze cooled me. He leaned across his seat and shoved open the passenger door, then settled back.

I touched the frame of the car door and hesitated.

Cars drove by, radios blared, brakes squeaked. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. No sensations. No signs.

I didn’t know a thing about this mystery guy. Not even his name. I only knew that he’d kept me from getting hurt at the arcade. Somehow it was a comfort that he didn’t know anything about me, my past, or my secrets–and that I didn’t know his.

I told myself I was just following the signs, keeping my eyes open for anything that could help solve my newest puzzle, but the truth was I wanted to know more about him. I couldn’t deny there were aspects beyond the signs that drew me to him. The way he seemed to know what went on around him. The way he watched me so intensely. It should’ve scared me, and maybe it did a little. I couldn’t tell the future, yet I had a feeling something about mine involved him. The reasoning was just unclear.

I slid into his car and sat in the warm vinyl seat. The hood spread wide before me. It felt as if I were sitting in a tank.

“What’s your name?” I finally asked.


“I’m Kara.”

His hand rested on the small padded steering wheel. “You want to go for a drive…Kara?” I nodded. “Okay.”

He slipped on the black shades, turned the ignition, and the car rumbled to life–like a gigantic, angry bear–giving me a little jolt. Rap music pulsed through the speakers. I set my tote purse on the floor, between my feet and looked around for a seatbelt.

Anthony reached across me and my stomach fluttered. I could smell that nice cologne on him as he pulled an old, bulky seat belt from the car floor and straightened it across my lap to secure me in. His fingers brushed my thigh. All I could do was sit quietly as he tightened the strap to fit me.

“All right?” he asked.

I swallowed and nodded.

He offered another half smile before he pulled out of the parking space. That was when I noticed one faint dimple in his right cheek.

The car windows were midway down. Wind brushed my hair away from my face. Out of habit, I scanned the tall, ancient Eucalyptus trees I’d seen all my life. The trees lined a large park and field. Long strips of tree bark scattered the ground. During winter, the West Coast was hit with harsh storms and reports of fallen trees traveled around town. Not long ago, a woman had been sitting in her car when a Eucalyptus tree had fallen on the car. She’d died instantly.

Danger lurked everywhere…

As if someone tapped me on the shoulder to turn and look, I spotted the man with the feather hat, walking along the sidewalk. His mouth was shaped as if he whistled a tune. My fingers gripped the side of the seat.

Just like the trees, the Feather Man had been part of my childhood. I only knew about him what I’d seen with my own eyes. That he usually wore cut-off shorts, cowboy boots, and a navy blue blazer. His skin was brown and aged, an overgrown black and gray beard and mustache covered most of his lower face. The cowboy hat was graced with a handful of various bird feathers…a turkey’s, black bird’s, possibly a sea gull’s.

He was the “Feather Man” who haunted me every time I saw him walk the Valdez streets. My oldest unsolved mystery.

I turned forward and glanced at Anthony. Now I had two of them.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]