by Cambria Hebert (Death Escorts, #1)
Love or Death? A simple question really. The choice seems obvious. But. What if you never knew love, what if your life was spent just trying to survive? What if you knew your fate before you were fully grown?
And then you died.
And you were given another chance. A better chance.
This new life depended upon one thing: your job. And so you agreed. You thought it would be simple. You thought it would be cut and dry.
It never is.
And now you are left holding the fate of someone else in the palm of your hand and you have to make the ultimate choice.
Love or Death?
I unchained the lock, turned the deadbolt, and pulled open the door. Frankie barely paused to look at me as she bustled by with her armload, yet she saw everything. “If I looked like you I wouldn’t want to open the door either.”
“It’s barely six a.m., Frank. What’re you doing here?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t come when you called to tell me about your brush with death!?”
“I thought maybe you’d wait and come at a decent hour,” I grumbled, locking the door and following her into the tiny kitchen.
“The donut makers are up,” she said, flipping the lid open on a box of a dozen donuts. “Therefore, the hour is decent!”
Fried dough, sugar, and icing wasn’t a healthy way to start the day.
“Where’s my coffee?” I said, cracking a smile because she motioned to the donuts like Vanna White.
She handed me a very large cup. “Here, it’s the boring kind. Cream, no sugar.”
I took a sip of my boring coffee as she untied her red trench coat and slipped it off her five-foot-four curvy frame. Frankie liked her curves and her sugar habit helped maintain them.
“So you almost got creamed by a bus, huh?” she said as she rummaged through my cabinets for napkins and a couple plates.
My stomach clenched at the mention of the bus. I set my coffee on the table and pulled out a chair. “Yes, I almost got hit by a bus, but didn’t because someone else pushed me out of the way.” I felt my eyes tear up again and I blinked them away, reaching for my coffee.
“It was real bad, huh?” Frankie said, sitting down and patting my hand.
“He died. He pushed me out of the way and the bus crushed him…” My voice fell away. “It was awful.”
We both sat there for long, silent moments. The kitchen filled with the comforting scents of donuts and coffee, but I felt awful that someone would still be breathing and alive if not for what he did for me.
“The thing is,” I said, my voice low, “I don’t know why he did it.”
“Well, I’m glad he did. I’m glad you’re still here.”
“Thanks, Frankie,” I said, but in the back of my head I wondered if I was the one who should’ve died.
Frankie reached into the donut box and pulled out a glazed, then looked at me. “So if I eat this am I going to get fat?”
I rolled my eyes. “Depends on how many you eat.”
“I plan on eating at least three. So go on, check.” She held out her hand, the one still holding the donut.
“What’s the use of having a BFF that can see the future if you can’t exploit it?”
Author. Blogger. Latte Sipper.
Cambria Hebert is an author who wrote her first book at the age of fifteen. It was terrible. But the passion for writing never went away so years later when she opened her laptop and started typing she worked until she wrote a book that she hopes everyone will be as excited about as she is.
Cambria is obsessed with werewolves and is terrified of chickens (they are creepy!)She is an animal lover that would choose coffee over food and her favorite TV show is the Vampire Diaries (Hell-O Damon!)