Shadows of Damascus
by Lilas Taha
Blurb
Bullet wounds, torture and oppression
aren’t the only things that keep a man—or a woman—from being whole.
Debt. Honor.
Pain. Solitude. These are things wounded war veteran Adam Wegener knows all
about. Love—now, that he is not good
at. Not when love equals a closed fist, burns, and suicide attempts. But Adam
is one who keeps his word. He owes the man who saved his life in Iraq. And he
doesn’t question the measure of the debt, even when it is in the form of an
emotionally distant, beautiful woman.
Yasmeen agreed
to become the wife of an American veteran so she could flee persecution in
war-torn Syria. She counted on being in the United States for a short stay
until she could return home. There was one thing she did not count on: wanting more.
Is it too late
for Adam and Yasmeen?
Shadows of Damascus to be released by Soul Mate Publishing
mid January, 2014.
Excerpt
Hot
cup of coffee in one hand, phone receiver cradled on shoulder, Adam dialed the
phone number at eight thirty the following morning. A decent time. A woman’s
soft voice greeted him.
“Good
morning, ma’am. I’d like to talk to Mr. Pemssy?” He barely contained his
excitement.
“Sorry?”
“My
name is Adam Wegener,” he enunciated his words. “I want to speak to Mr. O. R.
Pemssy.”
“Wrong
number.”
Click.
“Damn
it.” His excitement disintegrated like a popped balloon. He went back to the
kitchen table and re-worked the letters again, only to end up with the same
number. Frustrated, he crumbled the papers and threw them across the kitchen
floor. To hell with this, he’d wasted enough time on this shit. If Fadi wanted
something from him, he damned well better call him.
Hungry
and angry, he stabbed a slice of toast and smeared it with peanut butter.
Tension building in the muscles of his arms, he wanted to throw or break
something. Instead, he swallowed the sandwich and went outside to work.
Climbing astride his rusty old tractor, he cranked the motor.
Rising
heat squeezed sweat from his body like a sponge with no regard to his fragile
mental state. His mind crunched numbers without end while he worked. Thoughts
of the cool fridge full of icy drinks beckoned him for an early lunch. He
abandoned his tractor in the middle of the field, and headed home, discarding
his wet shirt on the way. He walked around the kitchen, stomping papers. It
felt good and satisfying. As satisfying as the icy Coke he gulped down. Needing
to put things in order, he collected the discarded papers. When he reached to
crush the envelope, his eyes landed on the Turkish stamp. A surge of excitement
gripped his stomach. One more thing he needed to try.
Logging
onto his laptop, he searched Turkey’s city codes for area code 216. Istanbul on
the Asian side. He searched for the country code, then the time difference.
Eight hours ahead put it close to nine p.m. in Istanbul.
He
dialed the sequence of international code numbers and held his breath while the
same ringing tone played with his nerves.
“’Allo?”
A man’s voice greeted.
“May
I speak to Mr. Pemssy?”
“Yust
a minute.” The man spoke with an unmistakable heavy accent.
Adam
dropped in a chair and closed his eyes in anticipation.
“I
see you got my letter,” a deep voice said.
“You’re
the one who sent it? Who am I speaking to?” Eyes wide open now. Could it be
Fadi? Damn it, he couldn’t remember his voice.
“You
know who I am. I can’t use my real name. How is zat hib of yours? Giving you
trouble?”
Fadi.
Same annoying accent. “What the hell is going on?” He grit his teeth and tried
to ignore the mispronunciations. “Couldn’t you have given me your phone number
in the letter, or called me directly?”
“I
didn’t know if you still lived at that address, and I didn’t want my number to
fall in the wrong hands. You’re not listed. I knew you liked to count things.
That was the best I could come up with.”
“I
too tried to find you many times. What can I do for you, man? What do you
need?” Was there a better way to say he hadn’t forgotten Fadi?
“I
need a favor. But I can’t explain over the phone. Get on a plane and come here
as soon as possible.”
“You
want me to fly to Turkey? You serious?”
“You
promised to help if I needed anything, and I do. Desperately.”
Adam
coughed to steal a moment. What the hell? Fly over there? Could he even afford
it? He’d like to help the guy, but this was insane.
“Can’t
just drop everything and leave. I’ll do my best to help you from here if you
tell me what you need. Nothing illegal, you should know this upfront.”
“I
can’t tell you, and I can’t stay on the line for too long. A life is at stake.
Are you in or out?”
Adam
was torn. Torn and ashamed to admit he looked for a way out of the promise he’d
given years earlier. “Your life?”
Fadi
remained silent for a few seconds.
He
heard an agonized exhale.
“You’re
my only hope.”
Author Bio and Links:
Lilas Taha is a writer at
heart, an electrical engineer by training, and an advocate for domestic abuse
victims by choice. She was born in Kuwait to a Syrian mother and a Palestinian
father, and immigrated to the U.S. as a result of the Gulf war in 1990. She
earned a master’s degree in Human Factors Engineering from the University of
Wisconsin- Madison. There, Lilas met her beloved husband and true friend, and
moved with him to Sugar Land, Texas to establish a family. She is the proud
mother of a daughter and a son. Instead of working in an industrial field, she
applied herself to the field of social safety, working with victims of domestic
violence.
Pursuing her true passion
for creative writing, Lilas brings her professional interests, and her Middle
Eastern background together in her debut fictional novel, Shadows of Damascus.
Website: www.lilastaha.com
Author
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Email: info@lilastaha.com
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Facebook page for the book: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shadows-of-Damascus/577132239031259
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Damascus-Lilas-Taha-ebook/dp/B00HUZUG8Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389749986&sr=8-1&keywords=Shadows+of+Damascus
Publisher: http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/
2 comments:
Thank you for hosting.
What a great a tantalizing excerpt. Makes me want to rush out to buy this book. If I should win, I would prefer the Amazon GC. Thank you.
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