Re-Runners - First Life (Book 1) AND Re-Runners - Second Life (Book 2) is downloading to Amazon and other outlets this weekend.... which means that BOTH books will be 'live' in 3 to 5 days.
Don't worry, I'll let you know when it happens, but in the meantime here is Chapter 32 from book 1 - First Life.... just to whet your appetite. Enjoy...
Dylan New Beginnings
The sun beamed through the open window, hit the mirror on the wall and bounced back into Dylan’s face. He lay there trying to hold on to the dream of his partying university days, but it faded as the truth hit him. He tried to open his eyes but the sun and a pounding headache forced them closed again.
Dylan shook his head and ignored the pain. Thoughts tumbled over one another quickly, as he tried to think and make sense of what had happened. Heart attack, the memory came back to him.
He was in bed ... A hospital bed? He struggled to sit up but his arm was pinned to the mattress. Restraints? He tried to move again, his senses now fully alert as he looked to his arm and realized the ‘restraint’ was woman lying on his shoulder, her back to him. What the....?
The blond mumbled, ‘Dylan, go back to sleep.’
Phillipa? Dylan pulled away in shock. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his wife had shared a bed. Pushing off the sheet he climbed over her and stood beside the single bed where they had been spooning in slumber. More surprises were to come as he stared at the soft and youthful features of his wife of over twenty years. Phillipa had always been a beautiful woman and a multitude of expensive spa treatments, plus a couple of small touches of the plastic surgeon’s scalpel had kept her that way; but before him wasn’t the well preserved woman he knew well. The woman lying in his now recognizable college dorm room was young, actually young. Just as she was when they had first dated at university. Phillipa mumbled in her half sleep and turned over to take up the space where he had been only seconds before.
Dylan looked around the room. Yep, it was his dorm room alright. Same books, same sound system, same empty pizza boxes. Glancing sideways he caught sight of his naked body in the mirror. Strong, fit, lean and ... young. I’m dreaming, he pinched himself once, then again viciously. Must be dreaming.
He quickly pulled on jeans, shoes and a t-shirt and left the room. Everything was as he remembered. He spent the next two hours exploring the campus, talking to forgotten friends and lecturers, checking newspapers and the antiquated computer library, until he was convinced this was no dream. But what is it?
He came to the tree where he had made the fateful decision to change his name. Stretching out he leaned back against the trunk and closed his eyes, remembering with regret the moment when he had chosen that path. Agreeing to Phillipa’s urging to embrace her world had been the beginning of the end. He knew now he could have avoided the heartbreak of his family. It had all been bullshit. Keeping his name and acknowledging his Italian heritage wouldn’t have made one bit of difference in the modern business world he had entered. Why had he listened to her? I thought I was in love.
His family. He needed to see them and if all was as he was beginning to believe it was, then he would start again. Did he need to study? He knew all there was to know about his former career path. Try something else? He could feel the excitement building in him. The possibilities were endless.
But first things first. No name change and most importantly, no Phillipa. She was out of his life, as of this moment.
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