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Short Excerpt From My Novel

My novel Orange Rain is now available on Amazon Kindle, or with the free Kindle app on your iPhone or Android, for just $5! Here’s the page:

http://www.amazon.com/Orange-Rain-ebook/dp/B00DEJT83Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1372109912&sr=8-1&keywords=smitowicz

Check out this short excerpt to whet your appetite. The three main characters–Mai Linh, a Vietnamese former prostitute and Agent Orange victim, Max, a legless Vietnam veteran and also an Agent Orange victim, and Andre, an ebullient young black man, have just stolen 2 ounces of cocaine from a frat house in El Paso, Texas; the coke dealers have just discovered the drugs on Andre and are planning to lynch him in their back yard…

Mai stops in her tracks, frozen by the surreal violence of the scene. She takes in all of it in a few quick sweeps. Three men drag Andre’s limp body toward an oak tree at the edge of the yard. Andre’s nose and mouth and University of Texas sweater are bloodied; he’s dazed. His limbs droop. He’s still stunned from the Taser shock. A fourth young man is hanging a thick length of rope, tied into a noose, from one of the oak’s thicker branches.
All four white men stop, staring at the back porch. Max sits there, pointing his gun at them. “Why don’t you stop for a second,” Max calls, “and think about just what the fuck you’re doing.”
Mai is frightened by the wild-eyed look on Max’s face. She’s seen him angry, many, many times, especially on this trip, but now it far surpasses all else. It is a murderous rage, perhaps mitigated only through bloodshed.
Greg flings away Andre’s arm in disgust. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a .45—a real handgun. “We’re gonna do whatever the fuck we want, you burnout cripple.”
Max laughs, and there is actually humor in it. “You’re 35 feet away, son. Really think you can hit me with that?”
A moment of uncertainty, hesitation. “Better than your little toy.”
“It’s the man holding the weapon that counts. You go down to your little shooting range with your big caliber handgun and act like you’re the shit. Well this ain’t a motherfuckin range. This is live fire, little boy, and I bet what’s left of my limbs that you have exactly dick-all of experience when it comes to live combat. I killed gooks a lot younger than me, when I was a lot younger than you, from a lot farther away than this. Go ahead and touch my friend again–go ahead! I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes.”