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JUST IMAGINE: Short Stories

By Dorothy Martin

This is a wonderful collection of short fiction by various authors. Love and betrayal. The stories are about human emotion and life.

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Category: Fiction & Literature

Published: Feb 26, 2014

Publisher: Lulu.com

Seller: Lulu Enterprises, Inc.

Print Length: 199 Pages

Language: English

 

 

PEARLS OF THE PAST By Judith Johnson

Secrets of the past weave mystical déjà vu that could determine Corrie and Britt's future.

Corrie Nelson is on a mission. For her beloved grandfather's ninety-fifth birthday she wants to create a memory album about the time he spent on Endeavour Island as a young man. She reaches out to Arafura Enterprises—a local company that seems to be involved in everything that occurs on the island—hopeful that they can provide her with assistance. When Corrie arrives at Endeavour Island she experiences an overwhelming sense of déjà vu....CONTINUE

She's never been to this island, yet the feeling grows that she belongs there.

Britt Hendricks is the owner of Arafura Enterprises. When he's introduced to Corrie somehow he knows her, although they've never met. He can't understand why she doesn't experience the same deep feeling of recognition, and he becomes frustrated, initially refusing to provide the assistance she has requested. Finally accepting that he's smitten, he makes amends and offers to help her in her quest. And maybe in the process he can win the beautiful woman over and explore this undeniable attraction.

But when they discover family secrets that date back to their great-great-grandparents, it might destroy everything, including their fragile, new relationship.

 

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Related Categories: Fiction / Romance / Contemporary

Publisher: Beachwalk Press/Inc.
Published: 2018

E-book: 256 pages

Language: English

Content Warning: contains mild language and sex scenes

 

 

Pearl of the Past Judith Johnson

POSTCARD FROM KA'ANAPALI By Jennifer Hoff

1913. Arabella Syme's dream holiday in the Hawaiian Islands is becoming a nightmare. Her brother is behaving strangely, and her romance with charismatic hotelier, Gabriel Kana, threatens to break her heart. Gabriel Kana, the owner of exclusive Attworth House on Maui, is preoccupied by the garrotting of a local ferry captain, and hotel guests are terrified of a visiting yacht and its mysterious owner Jacob Mort. Arabella's brother disappears. ...CONTINUE

Jacob Mort confronts her with a story of her brother's toxic chemical shipments to Europe as well as a ransom demand. She is trapped in a web of smuggling, intrigue and murder. But Arabella is resourceful and modern...and she has a plan. She can outwit Jacob Mort, rescue her brother, forget Gabriel Kana and sail home to Melbourne. Or can she?

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Available in Paperback

Related Categories: Fiction / Romance / Historical

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform 

Published: July 21, 2015
Paperback: 256
Trim Size: 6" x 9"
Language: English

 

 

Postcards From Ka'anapali (1)
Hackett's Chase by Mary Warwick

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HACKETT's CHASE By Mary Warwick

Excerpt from: HACKETT'S CHASE

 

THE snick-snick of the scissors and the deep, burbling laughter of the fat man in the barber’s chair faded from Andy Hackett’s consciousness. Oblivious to the buzzing of blowflies in the window and the rumbling of cattle trucks that shook the building in their passing, his concentration was focused entirely on the magazine he had so casually snatched from the chair before sitting down to wait.

...CONTINUE

The page was creased and the black-and-white photograph small and indistinct but his memory was crystal clear, bridging the twenty-year chasm as though it were yesterday. He could feel her now, feather light in his arms as he carried her across the rain-swollen creek, could feel the rushing, swirling water dragging at his legs, threatening to sweep him off his feet; could feel the wet strands of her fine, chestnut hair whipping his face, sticking to his neck. Staring at the photograph he felt again the sting of her words, the pain of her departure, the bitter loneliness of the vacuum in which he existed when she had gone. He heard once more the surprised words of Charlie Knowles in the milk bar next to the cinema, ‘Strewth, mate! You let her go?’ The memories were so clear that he did not need to close his eyes to relive every scene. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

In two decades not a single day had passed that he hadn’t thought about her. He studied the photograph. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, and her clothes - there was an expensive elegance about them - and her eyes were different. Eyes that had sparkled with laughter so long ago now stared at him, not empty, but brimming over with sadness and hurt. She was so different, yet there was no doubt.

‘Alex.’ He whispered her name on a sigh. Twenty years had passed, true, but his first thoughts every morning and the last every night had been of her. Every time he thought of her he had kicked himself, told himself what an idiot he had been, but it made no difference. She married the bastard, anyway. Quickly, noisily, he rustled the pages of the inside-out publication until he located the cover, keeping his thumb in the place. There was the date: June 4th, just two weeks ago.

The fat man stood and the barber shook the cape, took up his broom and swept away the dark brown wisps of hair that littered the black and white vinyl   floor.

‘Next!’

 

 

CROSSWIND By Mary Warwick

Exerpt from: CROSSWIND

 

The R & M Fuel Supplies representative shook his head and reflections of parked aircraft slid back and forth on his wrap-around shades. Despite his small stature the man had an indefinable presence, a hint of power.

‘Sorry mate, I can’t help you...’ He didn’t look sorry, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, palms upward....CONTINUE

Nick Brathens looked at the soft, white skin of those hands, hands which, like his crisp, white shirt, were proof that the man never actually came into contact with the products he sold.

‘But you’ve always let me have fuel in the past...’ Brathens protested with ill-concealed exasperation. ‘What about my car? It must be worth a bit.’ He tossed a bunch of keys in the air and caught them easily in his long, thin fingers.

‘That rust-bucket? Ha!’ The R & M Fuel rep’s voice rose an octave and the reflections zig-zagged again. ‘I’d have to pay to get it towed away! No way, Mister Brathens! Look, I’ve gone out on a limb for you. If the area manager finds out how much you owe us he’ll have my balls!’

‘Is that your last word?’ Brathens glared from beneath lowered silver-grey eyebrows, his pale blue eyes narrowed.

‘It is.’ A small sniff added finality to the words and his wide, frog-like mouth snapped shut. Brathens muttered an obscenity and turned on his heel. Head down, and with his fists rammed deeply in the pockets of his faded jeans, he walked back to the hangar.

 

 

Crosswind by Mary Warwick

Published by Elmtree, Canada, as an audiobook.
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