||Awe-Struck ebooks/Earthing Press
||May 15, 2004
2004 Dream Realm Award Winnger for Best Speculative Fiction Romance!! Can logical Larissa find true love... in the Bermuda Triangle??
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All About The Coming
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?
“I don’t know what happened. There I was, scattering my grandfather’s ashes, and then... it was so odd. The weather was perfect, but then suddenly a big wave swept me... overboard.” Larissa shuddered again, obviously reliving the trauma. “Thank you for rescuing--”
His rescue ship was to be a yacht! Might as well go first class, after all, the four of them not only deserved it, but earned it.
Jack placed his index finger against her lips, and grew amazed at just how delicious that brief touch felt. “No need to thank me, Larissa. Once we flag down your friends, then you’ll have returned the favor by rescuing us as well.”
She gazed up at him with a questioning look. “But how?”
Christ, she was gorgeous, even in her drowned rat state. But she shivered almost uncontrollably.
Hurrying to his thatched hut awkwardly constructed of palm fronds, he gently sat her on the edge of his makeshift bed, draped a blanket around her, and started massaging her toes with a towel. The poor kid was completely out of it; she almost fell down on top of the bed, but valiantly fought to stay upright.
After he rolled woolen socks onto her icy feet, he helped her into his pilot’s jacket--to take away the chills. “Don’t worry about a thing. Let’s just get you warm....”
Hell, the desire in his voice was thick enough to cut. Hopefully, she didn’t notice. He stepped away and got her a glass of collected rain water to drink. “I’m Jack Harrington, by the way. The others are Baker, Scarpelli, and Flannery.”
She thanked him with her eyes, then glanced around his hovel that he called home. Seeing it through her perspective, he scratched his hairy chin, then shrugged. Neither he nor his “house” were prepared for female company. One of the first things he’d do when she fell asleep was shave, then trim his overlong hair.
“Do you mind if I take a nap?” She yawned, and her eyelids drooped sensually. “I have a thousand questions but I can’t seem...” She yawned again. “... to think of any of them.”
Christ, he could use that cold shower right about now. But that was not in the cards, so he lifted the covers and eased her into the bed, tucking her in. Incredible how smooth her skin felt. “As Baker would say, ‘No worries.’ I’ve a ton of questions, too, but they’ll wait. You sleep now, I’ll be on the lookout for your friends.”
An idle thought crossed his mind. Too bad his cot wasn’t a double wide one.
“Thank you, Jack.” She snuggled under the blankets looking for all the world like an angel. “You’re very kind.”
Kind? He took one more gander at his unexpected manna from heaven, then picked up his shaving supplies and left the hut. When she woke up, she’d discover her rescuer to be a clean-shaven United States Army Air Force captain, instead of a sorry ass beach bum. Not that it would make any real difference. Soon, very soon, he would be back in the States. Home sweet home--enjoying a hero’s welcome. And better than that, he could take to the skies once again.
Anticipation zapped a clear path to his midsection. By Christ, he was so pumped up, he could almost taste it!
Blue Ribbon Rating: 5!!! Susanne Marie Knight does a wonderful job of plopping a World War II vet in the middle of the twenty-first century. The sense of awe and wonder at the technologies, and the old-fashioned moral code came together in a strong and moving story. From the first paragraph I was hooked and couldn't wait to find out how they overcame the barrage of obstacles laid in their paths.--Rae
ebooklove Reader Reviews
To begin with, this is the best book I've read in a long time. I won't give the ending away. Even if you ply me with peanut butter cookies, I won't tell, so don't ask!
I loved the beginning. It was different and interesting. Bermuda
Triangle? Hurray! I'm into sci-fi, so this book was particularly interesting to me.
During WWII, while flying on a mission, Jack Harrington goes down into the triangle in his bomber.
I like the way this book is written, especially her, `When death was as close a companion as his sweaty regulation undershirt?'
Then it introduces Larisa Parish and her granddad, a man who was dying. Even with death so close, he was still able to joke. He promised to walk her down the aisle when she married. Was
he able to hold on? Unfortunately not. Gramps wanted his ashes thrown in the ocean right where the Sweet Revenge disappeared. He passes away and she takes his ashes. She falls overboard into the Triangle... and promptly vanishes.
Jack... who is still thirty-three, safe on an island, catches sight of Larisa in her life jacket and pulls her out of the ocean. Despite the indications, she refuses to believe he's from WWII.
Yesterday man meets tomorrow woman. Bound to be some disagreements and there are.
Are they rescued? Do they stay on that island for the rest of their lives? Do they fall in love and get married?
There! That's all I'm going to say... Well, maybe I'll add, read it! You won't regret it.--Anna
THE COMING just sucks you right in from the very first page to the last. It keeps you going till you're bursting from anticipation of the end. Larissa is an intelligent woman who can take care of herself and not one of those wimpy, needy girls. Jack is strong, handsome, filled with demons of his own, and even alpha in his own way. Together though they are two halves that make a whole. Their hope, blooming love, and happiness shine in the book. Ms. Knight is the best!--Gabrielle,
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