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Author: Susanne Marie Knight
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
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Past Loves, Past Lives, PAST INDISCRETION!
Haunted by recurring nightmares of doom, Savannah Alexander learns that the future and past are irrevocably linked. Will she be able to save herself and the man she has grown to love from the horrors that await her back in time... on the lost continent of Atlantis?
In matters of love, Tom Patterson has been hurt before. But when overwhelming coincidences bring Savannah back into his life, can he put aside his prejudices and act upon faith to protect the woman he loves?
A series of “coincidences” brings childhood friends Savannah and Tom back to her grandmother’s house in a small town. Neither of them recognize each other. Savannah (S.E.) meets Tom’s daughter, Wendy, and invites them to have dinner with her at her grandmother’s house.
Something was happening to Tom. Something he didn’t understand. Maybe it was the domestic routine or perhaps the homey atmosphere. He’d wanted to find those things when he’d married seven years ago, but marital bliss had eluded him.
He ran his hand through his hair. That failure was in the past. Tonight, his bizarre frame of mind was due to S.E. He agreed with his daughter; the initials didn’t do the woman justice. She was beauty personified, looking cool and luscious in a silk designer blouse and sexy crepe slacks.
Standing in back of her as she efficiently handwashed the dishes, he fought an urge to spin her around and kiss the living daylights out of her.
Madness! What the devil was wrong with him?
To prevent his hands from wandering over her tempting body, he jammed them into his pockets. “This morning, who would’ve guessed Wendy and I would be here in East Prairie tonight, having supper in this house, with a beautiful stranger?”
He hadn’t intended to mention the word beautiful but it just slipped out. Holding his breath, he waited for S.E.’s reaction.
It was slow in coming. She finished rinsing off the dishes, then dried her hands on a towel. “If that’s a compliment, Dr. Patterson, I thank you.”
Their gazes held. This time, when he lowered his voice, it was to convey his desire. “No, I thank you.”
Her lips parted. It was a sign; she wanted him, too. At least he hoped that was so. He closed the scant distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. Dear Lord, the merest touch of her made his head reel. He leaned closer. “S.E., I--”
The blasted phone rang. S.E. arched her feathery eyebrow and whispered, “It’s for you.”
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Susanne Marie KnightRead outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist