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Dream Realm Award WINNER For Best Speculative Fiction Romance
Author: Susanne Marie Knight
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
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IMPOSSIBLE LOVE: After scattering her beloved grandfather’s ashes in the Caribbean, Larissa Parish is swept overboard and washes up on a deserted island. She comes face to face with a man who, most impossibly, is her grandfather’s cohort from World War II. Can she learn to fully give herself to this mouthwatering 40s hunk… and also figure a way to leave this outpost in the Bermuda Triangle?
DIFFERENT GENERATIONS: Army Air Force pilot, Jack Harrington, can’t believe his good luck when he spots Larissa in the waters by his desert island. Stranded for what he believes is five years, he thinks her daft because she seems to have forgotten World War II. Can he come to terms with the news that he’s a “1940s retread” and convince himself that Larissa could love him, no matter how “old” he is?
Scene Setup: Jack Harrington, marooned on a desert island for what he thinks is five years, finds Larissa Parish, who’s been swept overboard from a yacht.
About to take the plunge, he spotted something bobbing in the distance. What the hell? Squinting into the setting sunlight, he saw that the object was orange.
Orange like a lifejacket. And by all that was holy, this lifejacket had arms!
Without a second thought, he sliced through the water toward the object--the person. “Christ, please be alive,” he prayed, stroke after stroke. Digging another grave alongside his two friends held no appeal whatsoever.
But for right now, the only thing that mattered was closing the gap that separated him and this person in distress. Quickly reaching his goal, he then smoothed back dripping hair splayed every which way over the victim’s face.
For a moment, his heart stopped as solidly as his watch had. It was a girl, the most exquisite girl in all the world. Of course, he was pragmatic enough to realize that any girl would have been exquisite after five years of abstinence. Even one with blue lips like this poor creature had.
Wasting no time, he swiftly towed his precious cargo to shore.
Dear Christ, she wasn’t breathing. She was as limp as a rag doll, so he lifted her chin to tilt her head back and begin mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. But that lifejacket prevented him from seeing if her lungs were rising with the forced air.
Using his free hand, he fumbled with the fastenings, then tore off the jacket....
Sweet baby Jesus! Jack’s heart actually constricted. This girl had a body on her to die for--
No time for that, his mind screamed. Exhaling into her mouth, he counted to five and forced air into her again. “C’mon, baby. You can do it,” he urged between breaths.
But although that curvy chest of hers rose, he still didn’t hear her exhale.
“Do it for me. Breathe!” Panic rushed into his voice.
She was so lovely laying there, a dusting of sand against her cheek bone, her long dark hair heavy with water and grit. He took another moment to scan her skimpy one-piece swimsuit... and swallowed his astonishment. Female fashions must’ve really changed since he last hit USA’s sweet shores. This suit was skirtless--cut extremely high on the leg, leaving very little to the imagination.
He wiped the sweat from his brow. Yeah, she was lovely all right, but so damn lifeless.
She couldn’t die. He wouldn’t let her. In between breaths, he roughly shook her by her shoulders. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do, but he couldn’t just let her slip away. Fear--cold and heartless--froze his soul.
“Damn it to hell, babe, come on! Cut the crap! Breathe!”
He willed her back to life; he made her suck that air into her lungs and spit it out again. His reward was at first a slow rise, then fall of those delicious, rounded breasts.
As she took deeper breaths, she started coughing until she was fully and beautifully conscious. And now awake, she stared at him, as if not comprehending what had just transpired.
Under the scrutiny of those blazing green eyes, he must’ve turned red, but hell, his unkempt beard hid a multitude of sins.
She propped herself up on her elbows and lifted a feathery eyebrow. “Do you always swear at strangers?”
Hope you enjoy!
Susanne Marie Knight
Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist