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What
happens if you find you have... ONE WIFE TOO MANY?
Author:
Susanne Marie Knight
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
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Wilson
Struthers is an ambitious attorney who advances his career by marrying
eighteen-year-old Andrea, the boss’ daughter. Things are going according to
plan... until Andrea is lost at sea. Seven years later, Wilson marries again.
Then the fun begins!
SCENE SETUP:
After seven years of amnesia, Andrea suddenly meets
Will Struthers, a man who looks hauntingly familiar.
EXCERPT:
The
shower’s jet of warm water couldn’t dispel the growing cold spreading
throughout Andrea’s body. This man, this Will Struthers, was someone from her
former life.
It
was as if a missing puzzle piece suddenly fit into place. His deep voice
kindled a rush of feelings within her, shaking her to her very core.
The
feelings swirling through her were neither good nor bad. Rather she felt
incredibly anxious.
Whatever
her previous life had held, it couldn’t compare with her present one. She
didn’t want to go back to being Andrea Last-Name-Unknown. More than anything,
she needed to continue as Anakalia Lawai’a.
Turning
off the shower faucet, she then stepped out of the ball-and-claw-foot tub. She
dried off, and slipped into her terrycloth bathrobe. Next, she wound a towel
around her wet head. These actions were done by rote. Her mind was a million
miles away.
Or
rather, her thoughts were one floor below, in the kitchen, with her brother
Nathan’s handsome friend.
What if Will is my husband?
She
shuddered. No. It’s impossible. It can’t be. It can’t be. She used the
phrase as a mantra to shut out these disturbing thoughts and images.
Andrea
hurried out of the bathroom, into her bedroom. She pulled off the towel and
started to comb out her hair. What was most important right now was to
concentrate on what she needed to do. To not think about that man, about her
past. She had to help Mama Kalala cook. So she had to dress. She had to focus
on the little things.
The
doorknob to the connecting bedroom jiggled. Without thinking, she rushed to
unlock the door. On the other side of the threshold stood the man she was
trying to forget.
Him.
Will Struthers.
He
eyed her from head to toe and blinked rapidly. His tanned face turned rosy red.
“I-I beg your pardon. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
His
embarrassment made her grin. Nothing erotic here. She was completely covered.
And
just to make sure, she held the edges of her robe closed against her chest.
Andrea
backed away from the paneled door so he could enter. “Not a problem, Will. I
have three brothers. I’m used to sharing a bathroom.”
None
of what she said was really true, but he wouldn’t know that.
She
turned to go into her bedroom. “Well, I’ll let you have your privacy.”
He
tapped her on her shoulder. Even through the terrycloth, his touch seared her
skin.
“Listen,
I know this may sound odd, but I feel as if I know you from someplace.”
Oh
great. He felt it too, then. Her long dormant memory started to bubble as if
getting ready to boil. Soon the dam would burst.
She
did not want that to happen.
She
turned back around, her bare feet squeaking on the parquet wood flooring. She
played innocent. “Really? You don’t look familiar to me. I rarely leave the Big
Island. You said you work for ESP. Sometimes I visit Oahu to see my brother
Thomas and his wife, Hi`ilani.”
She
believed him to be an outsider, though. He didn’t have an island feel about
him. Especially since he wore an expensive executive suit... in the bathroom.
And
she absolutely itched to escape from his company.
He
smoothed dark hair off his forehead and shook his head. His gaze never left her
face. “No, that can’t be it. I work for the firm but out of Richmond. I only
visited Oahu once before.”
Richmond.
As in Richmond, Virginia. That rang an unwanted bell.
She
inched closer to her bedroom door. “I’ve got to get dressed and help with
dinner.”
A
haunted look came into his dark brown or black eyes. “I was on Oahu seven years
ago.”
“Oh!”
she inadvertently gasped. Seven years ago her new life began. This was no
coincidence.
She
shrugged as if his words were inconsequential. “That was a long time ago,
wasn’t it? Well, I’ll see you downstairs.”
He
held out his left hand as if to prevent her from leaving. The gold gleam on his
ring finger caught her eye.
Married,
but not to her.
Thank goodness. Her wedding
ring had been made of white gold.
Andrea
made a very hasty retreat and took great pleasure in shutting... and locking
the connecting door.
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Hope
you enjoy!
Susanne
Marie Knight
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outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist!
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