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Sunday, May 18, 2014

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Margaret Fieland said...

Here's a snippet from my current WIP, the fourth Aleyne novel:


Rob placed his hands on his hips, and arched his back. Sleeping on the cot in the boys' room aggravated his arthritis. "I'm through pretending you're not my wife and half my kids were some kind of accident. If the Federation wants to come after me, let them."

Laura's face flushed. "You're not the one they stare at, and you're not the one they whisper about. You're not the one they call a whore..." Laura sniffed.

Rob grimaced. Laura was on the verge of tears. He couldn't deal with tears. "Laura, not now. The base is a mess. The High Command dropped me here with no notice and no briefing. I dragged the ex-base commander away on a charge of treason, leaving me with nobody to consult and a planet full of aliens who'd be happy to discover the Federation booted out of the system.
Damn it, half the men on the base hate my guts for replacing Reynolds."

Carol swept a heap of junk onto the floor and flopped into a chair.

"Why did you marry either of us, Robert? Why not simply have a private ceremony the way my parents did?"

Rob dropped into a chair and leaned forward. Every time Laura complained of being second-class in the relationship, Carol harped on how they should never have married, should have sworn in private the way her folks had. But he’d been eager to conform, provided it didn’t cut too deeply into his comfort. "The guard would have disapproved."

Carol glared at him. "A fine reason."

"I needed to support us somehow." Rob shuffled his feet. When

Carol glared at him like that, it made him feel like a bug under a microscope. He didn't want his motives dissected by Carol. Bad enough he squirmed every time he considered them for himself.

Check out my author page on Amazon, where you can find links to my books:
http://www.amazon.com/Margaret-Fieland/e/B008E6QBFU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1