(PG excerpt) Revisiting The Science Fiction Romance, ForEvver

ForEvver

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Science Fiction Romance


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In the year 2102, the Fountain of Youth exists for only a select few. But you can’t cheat death ForEvver.

In the year 2102, Flavia Gracchus reluctantly agrees to deliver a special shipment from her home on the Moon to ForEvver Rehabilitation CEO, Reid Evver. What she doesn’t know is that Evver, a man much older than he appears, intends to marry her and start a family. How can she escape Evver’s clutches and wed the man of her dreams?

Ambitious Jason Maverick can’t believe his new assignment: to babysit Reid Evver’s future wife, a Moon native, by escorting her on a sightseeing tour. But the more time Jason spends in Flavia’s company, the more she captivates him. How can he propose to the woman he’s been waiting for all his life when she’s all but bought and paid for by his mysterious, unscrupulous boss?

Scene Set-Up:
Flavia has reluctantly accepted an assignment on Earth to further her career as a physical therapist. She feels out of place here, especially with the hunky Jason Maverick escorting her around.

Excerpt:
If nothing else, Flavia Gracchus was pragmatic. Sitting in the unicopter taxi on the way to the restaurant, she ignored the unfamiliar sights of congested skyways and manmade mountains of steel and glass. She also ignored the handsome, but aggravating man seated next to her, too close for comfort. Thigh to thigh, actually.

No, she couldn’t think about that. She had to focus on what Reid Evver had said. What he had offered. Medical director of the new ForEvver Rehabilitation facility at Copernicus City. Manage the complex the way it should be managed, along with having a wonderful position for her brother, Claudius. She could provide excellent care, help so many people--it truly was a dream come true. All she had to do was have her feet planted here on Earth for one month. Only thirty measly days. Play the sightseer.

And be in this guy’s company.

She shivered. Jason Maverick was a womanizer. A notorious one, her instincts told her. He better not expect anything out of the ordinary from this assignment. Or she would personally make sure he lost the particular part of his anatomy that he was so fond of mentioning.

“Does flying bother you?” Jason shifted in the tiny seat of the cab, which pressed his thigh more tightly against hers. “Probably doesn’t look like it, but we’re almost at the landing spot. It’s amazing how these unicopters navigate through Tri-Metro’s downtown maze.”

Some areas of the Moon had far more dizzying depths to its craggy surface than these oddly shaped buildings. She set the man straight. “No, it’s the cold. I’ve never experienced winter before.”

He looked over at her as if evaluating what he was seeing. His grey eyes darkened. “No, I guess you haven’t, have you? Would you care to wear my jacket?”

His designer suit jacket and her work overalls? No, no way. These sophisticated Metros would take one look at the pathetic sight and end up in analysis for a year.

She shook her head, freeing several wisps of frizzy hair to dance around her face. “That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be fine.”

He shrugged. “Up to you. We’ll have to get you some warmer clothes, though.”

For the first time in her life she was embarrassed, out of place, at a distinct disadvantage. She flushed.

Drat. Still, she had to admit that Reid’s plan to get her familiar with Earth did have merit, and benefits. There were so many activities here that were unknown to her. In fact, she could actually arrange to attend a baseball game so when she returned to Tychotown, she could have a more meaningful conversation with her client, Donald Helman.

The unicopter landed on the pad with a heavy thud. Once the whirl of engines and unicopter blades subsided, the pilot opened the door for them. Jason alighted first, then held out his hand for her.

She had no recourse but to take it. His fingers firmly grasped her, and again warm, strange tingles traveled up her arm. Comforting, yet disturbing at the same time.

As soon as she was out of the unicopter, she let go of his hand. Darn it all, while her body might signal that she was attracted to Jason Maverick, she herself was definitely not an admirer.

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Susanne Marie Knight

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Revisiting the Contemporary Romance with a Paranormal Twist: A KARMIC CONNECTION (excerpt PG)


A karmic second chance at love!

A KARMIC CONNECTION

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Contemporary Romance with a Paranormal Twist

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DÉJÀ VU--Twenty years ago, Elizabeth Williams had two suitors. She chose Allen over Paul. Now she is divorced and starting over with a new location and a new career. But instead of a new love knocking at her door, an old love seems destined to overwhelm her. Elizabeth’s path crosses with Paul’s, and once again she must make a decision that will change her life.

DÉJÀ WOO-WOO--Doctor Paul Jones, with his feet firmly planted on terra firma, has no patience for metaphysical matters. When a medical conference brings him to the New Age capital of the world, he keeps his distance from anything “woo-woo.” But when he’s attracted to a woman who insists they’d met before... Paul realizes he needs help--metaphysical help--to show him the way to win his Lovely Lizzie’s heart.

Scene Set-Up:

An unexpected visitor, staying at the hotel where Elizabeth Williams works, asks for a glass of water. She realizes that she might possibly know him from twenty years ago.

Excerpt:

From out of nowhere, she heard a knock. Or did she? Setting her bare feet down on the tiled floor, she held the front edges of the robe closed at her neck, then tiptoed to the door.

She checked the time. Ten o’clock. Who could be paying a visit at this hour?

The knock came again.

“Who’s there?”

No answer. She glanced through the peephole, but the magnified view was clear. “Hello?”

Still nothing.

She opened the door to a deliciously mild breeze... and that was it. No one stood on her front step, nor was anyone in sight. The stars twinkled down on her from a sky crystal black. It was quiet, so quiet that goose bumps made noise as they popped up on her skin.

The breeze couldn’t have been responsible for the knocking sound, could it?

About to turn back into the house, she stopped when she heard a man’s voice.

“Hello, there. Is anything wrong?” A tall shadowy figure left the gravel path winding around the colony of resort bungalows and headed toward her. “Do you need some help?”

Oh dear! Elizabeth clasped the edges of her robe even tighter. She definitely wasn’t dressed for company, especially male company, and someone she didn’t know.

“No, thank you. Everything’s fine.” She slipped back over the threshold.

Before she had a chance to close the door, the man had hurried, and now stood on the front step under the outside light fixture. “Pardon me, but aren’t you from the restaurant here?” He didn’t pause for her to reply. “I was wondering if I might have a glass of water. It’s a long walk from the main resort.”

She recognized him. It was the man from the patio who’d ordered the nachos. His eyes, from behind his glasses, were the most vivid green she’d ever seen. They seemed to sparkle at her, just as the stars had. His beard was neatly trimmed, accentuating his high cheekbones and oval face. He looked trustworthy, non-threatening. Plus he was a guest at Sol de Caliente.

Her decision made, she bit her lower lip. “Ah, sure. If you’ll wait here, I’ll get it.”

Pivoting on her heel, she rushed to the refrigerator and took out the water pitcher. She poured a glass, turned around, and then yelped. The man had followed her into the kitchen.

“Oh, I... you, ah, startled me.” She thrust the water at him. “Here.”

“Thanks. You’re very kind.” He took the glass. As he sipped, he slowly wandered into the living area. His keen gaze took everything in as if he was absolutely fascinated.

She tapped her bare toes against the tiled floor. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but as you can tell I’m not exactly dressed to entertain. And I did not invite you in.”

His smile was warm and open. “True, but I didn’t think you’d mind. I’m curious about this little house you have.” He sniffed the air. “Do I smell lavender?”

The man had the temerity to make himself comfortable on the couch.

Still a safe distance away in the kitchen, she narrowed her gaze at him. “Yes, I took your advice about lavender oil for my sunburn. But, listen--”

“Paul.”

“Paul, I must insist you leave.”

He lifted an eyebrow as if waiting for something. What did he want?

Oh. “My name’s Elizabeth. Now please, if you don’t go, I’ll have to--”

“I know your name. I asked Jasmine. Lovely Lizzie suits you.”

Lovely Lizzie. As impossible as it sounded, the earth actually stopped spinning. At least, for Elizabeth it did. Although she would’ve sworn she had never seen this man before today, her vortex visions had reminded her. Only one person had ever called her Lovely Lizzie. Could this man possibly be the same Paul who had volunteered at the hospital with her twenty years ago?

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New Release: Contemporary Romance: THE TWO OF CUPS IS FOR LOVERS (excerpt PG)

Touchdown! Polar opposites--Drew Gavin, high-profile star quarterback, and Isabeau Delaney, low-key Tarot advisor, go head to head when the Tarot card of lovers and soul mates keeps reappearing in their readings.

THE TWO OF CUPS IS FOR LOVERS

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Contemporary Romance with a Paranormal Twist

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NOT GONNA HAPPEN
Fame. Money. Booze. Women. It’s just another ho-hum day in the life of retired NFL star quarterback, Drew “The Cowboy” Gavin. But Drew’s one love is his young child, Elena. For months she’s refused to talk, and he’s in desperate need of help. He’s exhausted every avenue in conventional medicine; now he’s considering something different. Something unconventional, alternative. His manager sets him up with... what? A Tarot advisor? Not gonna happen! Can Drew put aside his prejudice against metaphysical matters and give his earth angel, Madame Laney, a chance?

NOT GOING TO HAPPEN
Isabeau Delaney, a.k.a. Madame Laney, has big expenses and responsibilities. A beautiful house, a beloved grandmother in a nursing home, and a slew of Tarot clients that depend of her to help them navigate the shoals of life. She has no time for a chauvinistic skeptic who turns his nose up at her life’s work. Drew Gavin just isn’t in the cards... Tarot or otherwise. Not going to happen! But if that’s the case, why does the persistent Two of Cups--the card for lovers and soul mates--keep reappearing in the readings she conducts for Drew?

Excerpt:

Drew took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. In his career as a star quarterback he’d faced bulldozer-sized men from opposing NFL teams who had been determined to inflict maximum pain. He’d weathered those bison stampedes; surely he could handle a supposed psychic.

The door opened to reveal... an angel. An ethereal, ponytailed, slender young woman with a form-fitting tee shirt and a flowing layered long skirt. Damn, she was beautiful. She couldn’t be the psychic, could she?

He blinked away his surprise. “Er, I’m here to see Madame Laney?”

Not losing her poise, she held her slim hand out for a shake. “Hello. You must be Mr. Gavin.”

Truth be told, at the moment he wasn’t sure of his name. At all. He quickly pulled himself together and shook her hand. “Yeah, Drew Gavin, here. I’m pleased to meet you, er, Miss...?”

“Madame Laney.” She disengaged her hand. “Please, come in, Mr. Gavin.”

All business, that was what this little package of femininity was. Turning on the charm, he smiled. After all, his fans expected smiles. “Thank you kindly, er, Madame Laney.”

He stepped into the beautifully decorated entryway. It was cool, thankfully air-conditioned against the heated day.

A certain fragrance greeted him, relaxing him, invigorating him. He couldn’t place the scent but whatever it was, he felt better than if he’d just had a professional massage.

Then it came to him: lavenders. Sometimes his physical therapist put lavender oil into his whirlpool bath. So not only was this young thing easy on the eyes, she knew how to quickly take the edge off a man without being obvious about it. Lavenders, yeah.

“This way, Mr. Gavin.” She gestured to the right and followed him into the living room. “Please have a seat.” She indicated a curved chair stationed in front of a cherrywood table.

The table was set in between two matching clamshell chairs. Soft music played in the background--loud enough to fill the quiet and low enough to ignore.

This house of hers really felt like a home. He didn’t know about any of this hocus-pocus stuff, but as a hostess, she was first-rate. He appreciated the soothing atmosphere. Hell, most days he had to deal with pushy women doing anything and everything to attract his attention. Sex, sex, and more sex, along with money, money, money. Sure, those chicks were fine, but as phony as hell, too. They wanted the high profile Cowboy, not Andrew Gavin from Small Town, Montana.

And they definitely did not want a package deal with his three-year-old. Truth be told, after a while the mating games got old.

She waited until he got comfortable. “Would you like a bottle of water?”

“Thanks, a cup of coffee would be nice.” He flashed his standard grin.

She shook her head, sending her dark tail of hair brushing against her shoulders. “Sorry, caffeine isn’t recommended for the type of work we’re doing.”

Well, that was strange. “Okay, sure. Water. So what kind of work are we doing?”

After lifting a feathery eyebrow, she got a bottle from a small cooler nearby. She handed him the water and then sat across from him. “Why are you here, Mr. Gavin?”

Her dispassionate stare bore a hole in him. He wasn’t used to being looked at like he was some kind of germ under the microscope. Frankly, he wasn’t used to being looked at as anything but prime beef.

“I’ll be honest... Madame Laney.” What the hell was her first name? “I’ve never done anything like this before. See a psychic? Hell no, not in my playbook, darlin’.” He shrugged. “My friend thinks you can help me, so here I am.”

“I see.”

Even her voice was detached, unemotional. It actually gave him the willies.

“So let me clear things up, Mr. Gavin. I’m not a psychic. My gift is reading cards. Tarot cards.” She folded her hands on top of the table. Her fingernails were short, unpolished. “Your friend, Mr. Folsom, told me that you could use some guidance. That was all he said. To get a feel for what your concern is, I did a quick reading. The information I received is this: Your question concerns a love interest--in your case I believe it is a young girl. Perhaps a daughter of yours? Something is happening with her and because of this you feel trapped. Your daughter is very important to you. In fact, she’s your world. So you are distressed because you don’t see a way out of the situation affecting her. And this is a heavy weight you’re carrying around.”

Damn. Drew gulped down some water. He was literally without words.

“Does any of that resonate with you, Mr. Gavin?”

“Oh hell yeah.” Although the temperature in the room was pleasant, sweat beaded up on his forehead. He took another, a more discriminating look at the woman.

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Susanne Marie Knight
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Re-Visiting the Classic Regency Time-Travel Romance LORD DARVER’S MATCH (excerpt PG)


LORD DARVER’S MATCH

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Time-Travel Regency

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AN INNOCENT WISH--Little did modern day Hillary Logan realize when she made her innocent wish for a happy marriage, that she’d be waking up in bed next to a handsome nobleman--in 1815. Struggling to adjust to Regency England, she teaches the dashing marquess a thing or two about love and “a woman’s place.”

A PLEASANT DIVERSION--Seeking a diversion from the ongoing horrors of the Napoleonic Wares, Simon Altmont, looks forward to a liaison with the attractive woman in his bed. She would make a perfect new mistress! He soon learns just how different his mysterious Mrs. Logan really is. Has the Marquess of Darver finally met his match?

Scene Set-Up:
On assignment in the past, Serenity attends her first “haut ton” ball. As she studies the notorious rake, Nicholas Wycliffe, Lord Brockton, she finds him studying her.

Excerpt:
Hillary’s cheeks radiated heat. She knew her face had to be the color of her nightshirt--shocking pink. She was standing there half-naked in front of the most desirable man she’d ever come across--and a stranger to boot.

She fingered the long line of buttons at her bodice. “I wish you’d hurry. I’m uncomfortable enough as it is without you eyeballing me.”

Her frankness surprised her. She shrugged it off as a case of the nerves. Who, in her position, wouldn’t be nervous? Who, in her position, wouldn’t be nervous?

The man unsuccessfully turned his laughter into a cough, and then he gave her that lopsided grin again. “Certainly, my dear. Although I must say I have never heard such a quaint manner of speaking. I find the term ‘eyeballing’ quite expressive, to be sure.”

She tapped her foot. How dare he make fun of her speech when he sounded so... so British!

His eyes gleamed with mischief. “And such unusual night attire. I have never seen the like. Not that you do not look fetching.”

Hillary wanted to strangle him. Through clenched teeth, she commanded, “Hurry up!”

“Impatient, m’dear?” He completed his task and, properly covered by the robe, sauntered over to the door. “May I suggest you take position behind the door? When it comes to females, Finch can be disapproving. He does not understand that women can be necessary at times.”

The man knew he was infuriating. He knew it. Hillary frowned but followed his suggestion. His gaze moved over her bare feet, lower limbs, knees, and partially exposed thighs. She tried to pretend his scrutiny didn’t bother her but if her face got any hotter, she’d scorch her eyebrows.

He chuckled. “By the bye, shall I have a bottle of champagne sent up? To celebrate our good fortune? Or rather, my good fortune.”

She balled her fists. What she wouldn’t give to floor the man. But she was in no position to argue.

Eyeing her combat-ready hands, he raised one eyebrow. “No champagne? Perhaps you do not favor things that are French?”

“If you please.” She spat out the words.

Hi grinned, opened the door, and called out into the corridor. “Finch. Finch, old boy, are you up?”

Hillary heard a shuffling noise down the hallway. The shuffling stopped at the door. “Did you require me, my--”

“My good man,” her bedfellow interrupted. “I have a commission for you this early morn. I have an unexpected companion with me--a charming one, I might add. It seems she has misplaced her husband, Jim.”

He turned to her and used the door as a barrier to hide her from Finch. “Jim what, my dear?” he asked, not bothering to hide his amusement.

His eyes crinkled merriment at her predicament. Damn the man! Hillary concentrated on keeping her voice cool. “Jim Logan,” she said succinctly.

With his back to Finch, her tormentor curved a finger under her chin. “I have been remiss. We have not introduced ourselves. Simon Altmont, at your service.”

She met his gaze and ignored the fluttery sensations that zigzagged down her backbone. Hoping she showed no emotion, she raised her chin. “And I’m Mrs. Logan.”

His hearty laugh shook those massive shoulders. Releasing her chin, he bowed. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, my dear.”

Finch’s shuffle announced that he still waited. Mr. Altmont turned back to him. “I need you to ferret out this Jim Logan--discreetly, of course. If you have no success, then you must find some suitable clothes for Mrs. Logan to wear.”

As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, her stomach decided to roar. Even Finch must have heard it.

“Oh, and Finch,” Mr. Altmont drawled, “do bring Mrs. Logan and me some breakfast. We have worked up an appetite!”

Speechless, she stared at him. Had she heard right? How dare he imply....

In that moment, there was nothing Hillary wanted to do more than to murder the man.

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