Dream Realm Award WINNER For Best Speculative Fiction
Romance
THE COMING
Author: Susanne Marie Knight
Genre: Paranormal Romantic
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Blurb:
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 Set-Up:
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.
Excerpt:
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?”
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Hope you enjoy!
Susanne Marie Knight
Read outside the
box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist
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