Sunday Snippet: Reflections (a Through the Mirror Darkly novella)

Whew. It's been a long week. Can't say it's been terrible, more a constant state of busy. I did manage to take care of several personal life things that I've been putting off so that's a bonus. But I've also been scattered all over the place and that makes me bananapants.

Ohio is gearing up for another weather event where we have 84 degrees today for the high and by Monday, the high will be in the low forties. The barometer hates me right now. Also planning for power outages because when the temperature shifts that much in twenty-four to forty-eight hours and thunderstorms are thrown in, things tend to happen. Wind shears, lightning strikes, flash floods that take out trees. Yeah, definitely hope for the best but prep for the worst.

Work projects have been stacked up with more coming in. I'm very happy to be busy! I finished up a proofread of a terrific nonfiction book, got through a copy edit that ended up having some possibly big consistency concerns. Set up the start of a manuscript proofread to start this week and scheduled a read through of a manuscript that I'll be doing a developmental edit on. I have a few odds and ends that I'll be working on wherever I can also.

Did not get a lot of viewing done this week. Didn't have the bandwidth and needed to focus on work projects. Also ended up having a very productive writing week.

I did finish up Foyle's War and I enjoyed rewatching. I'd forgotten how reluctant Foyle was to join the security forces.

Also caught another episode of My Life Is Murder and thoroughly enjoyed the mystery. I love Rueben letting himself get pulled into the capers.

Still need to finish Poirot from last week. I'll probably start over because I didn't get very far into the episode before I had to pause.

That's it for the life update this week. Tonight's post is from Reflections, a novella for the Through the Mirror Darkly universe.

Here's the miniblurb:

The ornate mirror in her grandmother's house creeps Everley Bonice out. When she arrives to settle her grandmother's estate, the mirror depicts erotic images of Everley with a man who seems familiar but one Everley can't place. When Vannes Sullivan shows up to deliver groceries to the house, Everley decides to discover the secrets of the mirror-scenes she keeps seeing, because Vannes is the man in the reflection.

And a preview snippet…

Everley pulled herself together. Okay, the guy from the mirror arriving on her doorstep had to mean something. But she couldn't just blurt out why she had such a strong reaction when she greeted him. She could just hear herself. Oh, hi. Don't mind me. I just watched the two of us have smokin' hot sex in a mirror.

Laughter bubbled up and out and Everley slapped her hand over her mouth. Get it together, Everley. Gah, he'd think she'd been touched by insanity if she shared that gem of information.

She opened the door when he came up the steps. "Thanks for bringing the groceries, you can sit them right there." She pointed to the spot next to the door.

He gave her an odd look but put the boxes down and set the bag beside them. "I'm Vannes Sullivan." He thrust his palm out. "I'm sorry for your loss."

She hesitated a moment before shaking his hand. "Thank you. I'll miss her." Yep, an electric charge surged up her arm when they clasped hands.

What the hell is going on?

Vannes blinked and glanced at his fingers, waggling them a little. Did he get the same jolt she had? Unnerved, Everley needed to get him out of the house. She needed to figure out why he appeared with her in the mirror.

"Uh, thanks again for bringing the groceries." Did that sound as lame as she thought it did?

He flashed a quick smile. "My pleasure. Our number is on Ernie's fridge if you need anything else. Don't hesitate to call." He started toward the door.

She worried her lower lip and pushed the door open. "Thanks, um, I won't."

He took the cue and left, heading for the van. He gave her another warm smile before pulling away from the house. Everley closed the door and put the groceries away on autopilot.

Her mind spun with confusion. She didn't do attraction—not anymore. She lived in a nice safe bubble—cocooned by her work and creative endeavors.

She shook her head. "I need to stay busy. I'm going to finally sort out those notes and journals. Maybe they'll explain that freakish mirror."

Because as much as she didn't want to know how it worked … she had to figure it out.

I love this story and how it's coming together. The concept is so much fun to write.

 

That's it for this week.

Cheers!

Skye