Yesterday I was honored to have authors Margaret Yang and Harry R. Campion here as my guests. They have been kind enough to share an excerpt of their novel, Fate's Mirror, with us today. You've gotta check this out!
Fate's Mirror by M.H. Mead
The door swung open and a woman stood there in silhouette. "Morris?" Her tone was of frank disbelief, but had none of the anger he'd been fearing. "Is that you?"
"Hello. I know it's late..." He'd rehearsed this much and suddenly couldn't remember what came next.
"Get in here, it's freezing!" Aidra turned to make room for him in the door and the light that had been behind her washed across her face.
She was beautiful. Even with no makeup and slightly-mussed curls and clutching a puffy green bathrobe around her, she was beautiful. Her voice was a low alto. Morris had always boosted the treble on his comscreen, giving her voice a more girlish quality, but here in the reality, there was no disguising it. Her words sounded regal, as if the lower register gave her authority to speak.
He tried to step through the door while focusing on her and stumbled on the threshold. He recovered his balance while she closed and locked the door behind him.
It helped to be inside. A little, not much. An overstuffed sofa in the middle of the room reminded him of one his grandmother had owned. The walls were painted the same soft coral as the ones in his first apartment. A smallish Christmas tree peeked out of the far corner, overflowing with glitter and tinsel. He took a slow breath and exhaled into warmth.
It helped to see Aidra too. He knew her, knew everything there was to know about her. Thirty-seven and athletic, she could pass for twenty-five when she had to. She'd dropped out of college to marry the father of her son, but more than made up for her lack of formal education with practical wisdom and good judgment. After her divorce, Aidra had gone from skip-tracing to working as a private investigator. She had been the steadiest of his many employers over the last five years.
This was their first real meeting.
"Morris?" It was obvious from Aidra's expression that she'd said something and he hadn't responded. She backed away several steps, keeping an eye on him.
"Sorry." He gave a shaky little laugh. "I was just thinking how weird it is to see you without a comscreen between us." He raised his hand toward her and turned it into a gesture that took in the room. "I like your place."
She seemed to relax a little, apparently deciding that it was really him. She reached out to catch his hand and turn his wrist to the light. "What did you do to yourself?"
Without waiting for an answer, she towed him into the kitchen and opened the cupboard over the sink, taking out a first-aid kit. She dribbled antibacterial cream on the gash and smoothed a patch of second skin over it. "No offense, but you look like shit."
Morris' laugh was half-bark, and he hoped it covered his embarrassment at her maternal gesture. Sound like shit, too. "Yeah, well. Rough day."
She examined his face. "Are you sunburned?"
You can purchase Fate's Mirror on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords in paperback or ebook format.
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