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?
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Award-winning author Susanne Marie Knight specializes in Romance Writing with a Twist! She is multi-published with books, short stories, and articles in such diverse genres as science fiction, Regency, mystery, paranormal, suspense, time-travel, fantasy, and contemporary romance.
Originally from New York, Susanne lives in the Pacific Northwest, by way of Okinawa, Montana, Alabama, and Florida. Along with her husband, daughter, and feisty Siamese cat, she enjoys the area's beautiful ponderosa pine trees and wide, open spaces--a perfect environment for writing. For more information about Susanne, please visit her website at www.susanneknight.com.
"Take this fast-paced supernatural ride back to the time of Atlantis and the creation of the Greek pantheon of gods. See how Ms. Knight deftly melds modern day and old world science with steamy romantic interludes with action scenes grafted seamlessly into the mix. Past Indiscretions is sure to jumpstart your imagination and worm its way into your great reads category."Shelly Campbell -- Simegen Reviews
"Ms. Knight has written a gripping paranormal suspense. The characters are well developed and engrossing. Past Indiscretions creatively bring together concepts of past lives and cloning with the fascinating mythology of the destruction of Atlantis... The mystery and unique plot makes this a fantastic page-turner that I was not able to put down."Larenda Twigg -- The Romance Studio
"PAST INDISCRETIONS is a quick paced and enjoyable read with some very interesting twists. I recommend this story to anyone who enjoys the paranormal romance. I will be reading more of her work, that is for sure."Mendi Chaka -- Roundtable Reviews
"...an intriguing tale full of mystery and adventure. The plot is extremely innovative, with a new twist on the birth of both the Egyptian and Greek gods...With vivid imagery of a world that scholars have debated the existence of for centuries, PAST INDISCRETIONS brings to life the mythical world of Atlantis and takes readers on a journey they will not soon forget."Edith Morrison -- Romance Reviews Today
"...a wonderful paranormal romance with a secondary mystery that is quite intriguing...Not quite in the common way, paranormal fans won't want to miss this one."Flora -- Paranormal Romance
"Ms. Knight’s abundant imagination has gifted this novel with plenty of twists and turns, mythical marvels and intriguing characters. This romance crosses the genre lines with a daring blend of the classic elements of romance, fantastical adventures of the paranormal variety and elusive elements of suspense. Readers who appreciate an enigmatic, quixotic read will enjoy unraveling the mysteries of Past Indiscretions."Janean Nusz -- The Road to Romance
"Susanne Marie Knight keeps you guessing right up to the end of the story. You know what needs to happen but how she brings it about is a treat to behold. Once you start this story you won't be able to put it down, PAST INDISCRETIONS seems to compel you to the next page. I thoroughly enjoyed each twist and turn the story took. Kudos to Ms Knight and a hearty Thank You!!"Rae -- Romance Junkies
"This story is a delightful change from many of the paranormal romances out there. It never loses touch with the everyday existence of both Tom and Savannah, but still allows a natural drift into the "other" world which has such an impact on both their lives. I recommend it to anyone who would like to believe in their dreams."Celia -- A Romance Review
"Susanne M. Knight weaves a fast-paced romantic paranormal that's bound to ensnare you from the beginning…Published by Earthling Press, PAST INDISCRETIONS is bound to keep you riveted while curiosity has you turning the pages."Mindy -- Romance At Heart
"PAST INDISCRETIONS was a wonderful ride in the past and present. It is a time travel filled with mystery and a good dose of romance mixed in."Gabrielle Channing -- Romantic Interludes
"Past Indiscretions took me on a ride through time and dimension. I was wondering what was causing Savannah’s dreams and what everyone had to do with them. In the end, Ms. Knight tied up all the questions in a nice neat package. If you like stories with a twist, Past Indiscretions is a story for you."Lydia Funneman -- Writers Unlimited
"Set in a modern contemporary setting with time travel and paranormal elements, PAST INDISCRETIONS is a fun tale to read. Knight weaves an awesome spell over her readers easily blending the lines between reality and fantasy…those looking for an entertaining read where time is a consequence, PAST INDISCRETIONS is a hot commodity."Brenda Ramsbacher -- Scribblers
“Susanne Knight has out done herself once again. She builds a wonderful story of intrigue that thrusts you back in time to a place long forgotten…Atlantis! Her characters are so loveable; you find that you never want the story to end. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next. Excellent!”Paula Beaty -- Paula Beaty Reviews
Many people found shelter in the night. Wrapped in the cloak of darkness, they hid from the slings and arrows of the day. Not Savannah--she couldn't. Tonight, she was having that dream again; the same dream that had haunted her ever since she could remember. Only this time it was worse--much worse.
She couldn't move. Rooted in the bed, every part of her body weighed a million pounds. No matter how hard she concentrated, her eyelids refused to open. Held like a virtual prisoner, she was forced to relive this afternoon's humiliation. And it had been humiliating. Every time at bat, she struck out. In the outfield, she missed the ball. Jacko had laughed and laughed until his ugly face turned blue. Now, in the dream, he grew in size and strength until he seemed to fill the sky.
"You cannot escape, Selena. I will get what I want until there is nothing left of you. Do you hear me? Until there is nothing left of you!"
Savannah couldn't help but hear. His voice roared through her ears, blasting down into her soul. Her heart positively quaked. And still she was powerless to move--to wake up. He'd called her Selena, but he was talking to her. Now came the familiar part of the dream. The helplessness...the panic...the spreading horror that something unspeakable was about to happen. Maybe once a month, she'd have this nightmare. She'd wake up frozen with fear. But it had never been this vivid. Never this...close.
She had to get away. If only she could scream to call Mom and Dad. Or Grandma. Anybody! If only she could break free from this...this spell.
Wishing must've made it so, for suddenly Savannah was able to open her eyes. For a second she took stock of her surroundings. Still the same worn flowered wallpaper covering the guest bedroom walls; still the same cracked pitcher and bowl on the bureau waiting for someone to wash hands; still the same sweet picture of baby Jesus in his mother's lap, hanging over the cedar hope chest. Nothing had moved. Nothing had changed.
Except Savannah could have sworn she'd been someplace else. The urgent need to flee remained, however. Not caring she was barefoot, she jumped out of bed and, avoiding the creakier floorboards, left her room and opened the front screen door. She made her escape out into the starry night. Not looking back, she ran. Fast, faster, fastest. Away. Away. Had to get away.
The hot, humid air clung to her, trying to slow her down. Mosquitoes buzzed around her, glad for the chance to have a midnight snack. A symphony of sounds enveloped her--country noises. Humming, moaning, hissing. The singing cicadas were the worse. Some kind of bug, Dad had said. But Savannah kept going, disregarding the rocks, twigs, and slimy feel of muddy ooze beneath her feet.
"Ouch." In the dark, she missed the sharp, jagged stone in front of her. Falling on hands and knees, she cradled her wounded left leg in her arms. Blood seeped out from a two-inch gash while tears flowed freely from her eyes. A fine mess she'd made of things. How could she explain her muddied, bloodied babydoll pj's to Mom?
"What am I gonna do?" she sobbed softly.
A light bounced across the vacant lot next to Grandma's. The flashlight's beam zigzagged across the field, looking for someone, looking for her. More sooner than later it would find its mark. "Who's there?" a harsh voice whispered.
Savannah turned to stone. How could she have forgotten? The boys had constructed a tent house made of blankets and were all sleeping outside tonight. What if...what if she ran into Jacko?
The light exposed her crumpled form, coldly illuminating the mishap. "Savannah! What happened? Why are you out this late?"
It was Tommy, in frayed jean shorts and a white undershirt. His dark hair, indistinguishable from the night, ruffled up in an endearing way. He was, in a word, gorgeous.
She stopped sniveling to wipe the tears on her puffed up sleeve. If only she were thirteen.
"Savannah? You okay, kitten?" He bent down and examined her injury.
"I, um, I had a bad dream, that's all."
Tommy held her lower leg and scraped off some dirt and grass. Peculiar shivers vibrated up and down Savannah's insides. She felt so weird. Not bad, but not good...exactly. She stared at him, not knowing what else to do.
But she did have a question. "Why do you call me 'kitten'?"
He grinned. "'Cause you're so small and helpless." To her embarrassment, he got really close to her leg--peering at it from only an inch away.
"There, all the foreign stuff's out. We'll have t'wash it, though, or it'll get infected. Your granny's got a pump out back, right?"
Grandma's water pump was a throw-back to the old days. She even had an outhouse, but thankfully, that was no longer in use. Imagine sitting on a hole--
"C'mon." Tommy helped her up. "Your ma's probably missing you."
"Thanks, Tommy. I--"
He put his finger to her lips. "Shh. Jacko's sleeping right over there. We don't want t'wake him, do we?"
She trembled. "No."
Tommy curved his arm around her and walked her over to Grandma's backyard. She'd never felt so...safe and protected in all her life.
"I didn't think so, Savannah. I bet anything he's the one who gave you the nightmare in the first place."
Never fond of her own name, she drank it in when Tommy used it. A giggle bubbled up and refused to be held back. "You're right! How'd you guess?"
"Hey, he gives me nightmares, too!" Tommy primed the hand pump a few times, and then water began to flow. "Here, stick your leg in."
The sensation of him running his hand up and down her lower leg in no way could compare with Mom's touch...or Dad's. For some reason, Savannah wanted to jump out of her skin from the sheer pleasure of it.
"Okay, it's clean." He glanced at her dirty pajamas, then down at his undershirt. Without saying a word, he whipped the shirt off and started drying her leg.
The only time Savannah had seen the unclothed upper part of a boy was at the beach back home, or at the pool near Grandma's house. To be truthful, she'd never really paid much attention. But Tommy's body. Well, he was beautiful.
Something unusual coursed through her veins. Something that hadn't been there before. Something grown-up.
"You...you should be a doctor," she offered timidly.
"Me? Nah. I'll be lucky if I graduate high school." He handed her the shirt. "Keep this in case it bleeds some more--so you don't dirty your granny's sheets."
Their hands met and he looked at her, eye to eye. She wanted that moment to last forever.
"Er, you'd best get back t'bed, Savannah. And no more bad dreams."
He couldn't go! Not just yet. "I, um, I'll get your shirt washed and give it back to you, Tommy."
"Nah, throw it away." He turned and headed toward the blanket house. "See you tomorrow, kitten."
It sounded like a promise. Hugging the shirt to her chest, Savannah skipped back into her bedroom. Slipping under the cotton bedsheet, she sank into the mattress and sighed. It really was a miracle that everyone still slept.
Tomorrow. She was going to see him tomorrow.
As it turned out, Savannah never saw Tommy again. Until...