Charles Dampor was supposed to be a blessing, but instead turned out to be a curse. A family torn by deception and greed now saw Emily for what she was, and a co-worker with a vicious past of his own now has his own personal vendetta against her. If Emily doesn't open her eyes and see the doors she's unlocked, she'll find herself at the bottom of Lake Bermin...with Charles's ex-wife.
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Alone with her drink in her hand, she takes a deep breath and allows the surrounding calmness to settle her. She scales the room and notices once again that no one is looking. This was the sight that concerned her at first, but now does the opposite. It’s nice to blend in. To not be looked at or gawked at. To be left alone to do your own thing. She puts her drink to her lips and takes a sip, not a gulp.
The relaxed feeling quickly fades when she sees through a crowd of people—another of those elitist circles of gossip—an old man sitting by himself at the kitchen table, staring across the room at her.
He smiles and she can hardly recognize him. That pissed-off old man has always been so angry when he looked at her. Aside from the one time he walked inside the factory next to Charles, Emily cannot remember a time when she’s seen him smile. Frowns have been glued to his face since she’s met him; angry frowns. Frowns of pure disgust and hatred for Emily and she’s never known why. But today, he smiles. A big, calm, closed-mouth smile.
(releases 22nd May 2018)
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If you could go back to any moment in your history and tell your past self something, where would you go and what would you say?
I feel like we all have cringe-worthy moments, don’t we? Don’t we all sit in the shower sometimes and think about past situations and want to put a bullet in our head thinking about how stupid we were?
If I could go back in time and tell my past self something, it wouldn’t be to treat people more nicely or to get better grades in school. If I could go back in time, I would light the proverbial fire under my own rear-end—tell myself to stop being so lazy and get moving.
The idea of writing wasn’t something I even thought of pursuing until I was 20 years old, but I feel like that’s right around the time when most people decide exactly what it is they want to do in life—for college kids, at least. But what I didn’t realize at the time is that being an author wasn’t attainable through an application or through a resume. Being an author is like a long, long, unpaid internship with one available paid position at the end of it all, and you’re competing with 10,000 other people for that one spot.
Needless to say, my internship is still in full swing, thirteen years after it began.
But to go back in time and tell my twenty-year-old self all that I know now would be amazing. It would give me a head start—give me a little bit of a boost from the starting line. And it would prevent me from making the mistakes I’ve made.
Up until about three years ago, I would write with the expectation that my work will be published. But now, much less naïve, I write with the mindset that the story is just the beginning. And that the title, the cover, the query, and the marketing plan will all hurt or help this work just as much as the words contained within it.
My goal is to one day write a book with hints and tips for new authors. They will be the things I’ve spent these past 13 years researching. If one random writer stumbles across it and finds it useful, I will be happy. Because I want whoever it is that picks up that book to feel like that book is their own little voice from the future coming back to give them a boost.
John Feldman was born and raised in southern New Jersey, but has since moved to Florida at the request (demand) of his beautiful wife. He has written several short stories and novels, including his newest release, OUT OF HIDING. He writes a lot, thinks a lot more, and is currently wondering why he’s writing this in the third person.
For more information, visit www.johnfeldman.com, or email him directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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