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The Captain's Blog welcomes: Claudia Burgoa...
This week I have an extract for you from Claudia Burgoa's debut novel, "Where Life Takes You", which will be available at the end of July 2013...
Facing Connor hadn’t killed me. Confronting Lisa wouldn’t be a mortal blow either –only painful.
I got home fast, but didn’t go in for almost half hour. My purse had eaten the keycard to my floor. And I really didn’t want to ask the doorman to swipe his for me. Again. The landlord needed to change the system and implement a passcode. I would’ve bet my brain wouldn’t lost it in my purse or forgotten in the apartment.
When I opened my door, I heard a voice. Dan leaving a message.
“Pick up, you can make it… Run, princess,” he encouraged me like a little kid. “Bex, the outside camera caught your car entering the building a half hour ago. You swiped the elevator key five minutes ago. I timed my call… answer. And I think your cell ran out of battery again. Come on, Babe.”
“Don’t call me Babe,” I growled when I picked the receiver. “You make me sound like one of your cheap dates.”
“No, you’re not a cheap date, Bex. I didn’t mean to upset you, Bex. But you picked up the phone. Why weren’t you home? It’s Sunday.”
I vaguely explained my journal expedition, with Connor’s encounter excluded. I lied by omission but I hated worrying him. For the past few years, he’d been my best and only true friend. We’d became each other’s family. When he traveled –which was often– I missed him every moment. It wasn’t worth it upset him while he was away.
He asked me to grab my iPad so we could Facetime or Skype. Though I cherished those moments with him and loved to see him, but I declined. “I forgot to charge it yesterday, after our long conversation.” He accompanied me on the phone while I prepared myself a sandwich and pulled out some chocolate cookies from the jar. My fake yawns finally caught his attention and we said our goodbyes we didn’t lie to each other. Dan knew me so well the truth of how crappy I felt would come out.
“Good luck with your journal.” Dan’s reminder made me want to cry. “Are you sure you don’t want to connect? We can talk until you fall asleep.”
Goodnight, Dan”
*****
Dear Lisa,
Where shall I start? We never talked, yet I’m expected to communicate with you through a piece of paper and some ink. Will a simple letter give me closure? You ruined me
Funny thing, I saw Connor today. Remember him? He has a son, Ryan, who called me Aunt Becca. Cute little boy. You would’ve made sure to inform the boy we weren’t related wouldn’t you? Destroying my life was always your favorite hobby. I should’ve told everyone about your life. I wish for so many things, but there isn’t a magic lamp, a wishing well or a genie around to fix everything. It’s too late.
I have so many wishes, but perhaps I could undo the curse you cast over me with only one I wish your father never met my mother. Or if he did, that he’d dump her like my Dad did. Then he wouldn’t have brought you with him. Your brother wasn’t a problem, until your little finale. He’s few appearances were manageable –except the last one. Actually, he hated your father and couldn’t handle you. Wonder why?
You didn’t like Mom, yet within months of the wedding you became the daughter she’d always dreamt of. The one she took to the spa, went shopping with and did all those other MAD activities. The first summer was endurable, but after you took over the entire school, living with you became unbearable. You were the bombshell that hit Highlander High School by surprise. No one stood a chance, not even him.
In the beginning, Ian understood me, but slowly you took over and by the time I noticed, you’d infected him. Why did you snatch my life… my happy ending? I’m glad the martyr act dropped when your condition came to light. Mom might not talk to me, but everyone knew the real you at the end.
Are Satan and you best friends yet?
Rebecca Trent
http://www.claudiayburgoa.com/
Thanks to Claudia for sharing this marvellous extract from her forthcoming book...
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Facing Connor hadn’t killed me. Confronting Lisa wouldn’t be a mortal blow either –only painful.
I got home fast, but didn’t go in for almost half hour. My purse had eaten the keycard to my floor. And I really didn’t want to ask the doorman to swipe his for me. Again. The landlord needed to change the system and implement a passcode. I would’ve bet my brain wouldn’t lost it in my purse or forgotten in the apartment.
When I opened my door, I heard a voice. Dan leaving a message.
“Pick up, you can make it… Run, princess,” he encouraged me like a little kid. “Bex, the outside camera caught your car entering the building a half hour ago. You swiped the elevator key five minutes ago. I timed my call… answer. And I think your cell ran out of battery again. Come on, Babe.”
“Don’t call me Babe,” I growled when I picked the receiver. “You make me sound like one of your cheap dates.”
“No, you’re not a cheap date, Bex. I didn’t mean to upset you, Bex. But you picked up the phone. Why weren’t you home? It’s Sunday.”
I vaguely explained my journal expedition, with Connor’s encounter excluded. I lied by omission but I hated worrying him. For the past few years, he’d been my best and only true friend. We’d became each other’s family. When he traveled –which was often– I missed him every moment. It wasn’t worth it upset him while he was away.
He asked me to grab my iPad so we could Facetime or Skype. Though I cherished those moments with him and loved to see him, but I declined. “I forgot to charge it yesterday, after our long conversation.” He accompanied me on the phone while I prepared myself a sandwich and pulled out some chocolate cookies from the jar. My fake yawns finally caught his attention and we said our goodbyes we didn’t lie to each other. Dan knew me so well the truth of how crappy I felt would come out.
“Good luck with your journal.” Dan’s reminder made me want to cry. “Are you sure you don’t want to connect? We can talk until you fall asleep.”
Goodnight, Dan”
*****
Dear Lisa,
Where shall I start? We never talked, yet I’m expected to communicate with you through a piece of paper and some ink. Will a simple letter give me closure? You ruined me
Funny thing, I saw Connor today. Remember him? He has a son, Ryan, who called me Aunt Becca. Cute little boy. You would’ve made sure to inform the boy we weren’t related wouldn’t you? Destroying my life was always your favorite hobby. I should’ve told everyone about your life. I wish for so many things, but there isn’t a magic lamp, a wishing well or a genie around to fix everything. It’s too late.
I have so many wishes, but perhaps I could undo the curse you cast over me with only one I wish your father never met my mother. Or if he did, that he’d dump her like my Dad did. Then he wouldn’t have brought you with him. Your brother wasn’t a problem, until your little finale. He’s few appearances were manageable –except the last one. Actually, he hated your father and couldn’t handle you. Wonder why?
You didn’t like Mom, yet within months of the wedding you became the daughter she’d always dreamt of. The one she took to the spa, went shopping with and did all those other MAD activities. The first summer was endurable, but after you took over the entire school, living with you became unbearable. You were the bombshell that hit Highlander High School by surprise. No one stood a chance, not even him.
In the beginning, Ian understood me, but slowly you took over and by the time I noticed, you’d infected him. Why did you snatch my life… my happy ending? I’m glad the martyr act dropped when your condition came to light. Mom might not talk to me, but everyone knew the real you at the end.
Are Satan and you best friends yet?
Rebecca Trent
http://www.claudiayburgoa.com/
Thanks to Claudia for sharing this marvellous extract from her forthcoming book...
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