Novel Visions

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Novel Visions – Mychael Black

Novel Visions 1

Jonathon Cayle is in New Orleans for a book signing to celebrate his new release. Trapped in a loveless relationship, he longs for something different. A chance meeting in a hotel, however, is anything but normal, and Jonathon finds himself face to face with a man who only existed in his dreams.

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EXCERPT:

The books were lined up like glossy sentinels in the window of the bookstore, their covers bearing the shadow of a man silhouetted against a blood red background. The title was emblazoned across the bottom in bold red letters: The Hart Files. Between each hardcover copy was a framed picture.

Jonathon Cayle grimaced from his vantage point in the taxi as it waited at the red light. That particular picture was not his best.

He turned his attention back to the road and the rain, which had been falling for nearly two days. It had rained at his apartment in Atlanta, and it was raining in New Orleans. With a dejected sigh, he slumped back down into the vinyl-covered backseat of the taxi cab. He had really hoped to make this particular trip an enjoyable one. Jessica had promised him she’d take him on the Haunted New Orleans tours; as his publisher and childhood friend, she knew he’d love them more than anything else. But as the rain beat down on the world outside, Jonathon wondered if they would even get the chance to step foot out of the damned hotel.

“You in town to do a book signing this week, Mr. Cayle?” the driver said over his shoulder.

“Yeah, they’ve got me booked in three different places over the next two weeks.”

“Wow, sounds like you’re going to be busy,” the driver said with a laugh. “Hey, could ya sign my copy of The Hart Files?”

“Sure, no problem. Don’t let me forget, and I’ll do it when we get to the hotel,” Jonathon said. The driver nodded as the light changed to green once more.

Jonathon watched the city pass by, not really paying much attention to the overall details. He was still irked that Nadeen had refused to come with him on this trip. Her elitist attitude was wearing thin, and he wondered now why he didn’t listen to Jessica sooner when she warned him about her old roommate. But that was neither here nor there—he was in New Orleans now, and he was determined to enjoy himself, rain or not. Up ahead, on his right, the Homewood Suites, run by the Hilton chain, loomed into view. Jonathon looked through the hotel brochure that Jessica had sent him.

“Jesus, Jess, plan on keeping me for a while?” he muttered, admiring the amenities list.

“You say somethin’, Mr. Cayle?”

“No, just talking to myself,” Jonathon said as he refolded the leaflet and stuck it back into the inside pocket of his leather coat.

“There it is,” the driver said, “Homewood Suites.” He pulled up to the curb and switched on his hazards. He handed his book back to Jonathon to sign while he got the author’s luggage from the trunk.

Jonathon set the newly autographed book in the front seat and got out. The rain wasn’t as cold as he had expected, but he took his luggage, tipped the driver, and went into the hotel as quickly as possible. Cold or no, he didn’t enjoy being drenched to the bone.