THE AIRSHIPMEN—KINDLE COUNT DOWN DEALS
USA SEPT 14—16, 2017
UK SEPT 15—17, 2017
Riveting … Cinematic … Fist-biting suspense …Will Lt. Cmdr. Lou Remington climb the gangplank one last time? Be prepared to lose sleep. Based on actual events of the 1920’s.
A gripping story masterfully told, this book reverberates in the reader's mind long after it's over. - Steven Bauer, former Director of Creative Writing, Miami Univ. Oxford, Ohio.
EXCERPT:
After an hour, Lou cradled her in his arms until it was time to leave. He got up and washed and put on his uniform. He went downstairs and left his kit bag by the door. Before going back upstairs, he took the framed photograph of Charlotte from the mantelpiece in the living room, wrapped it in a shirt, and slipped it into his kit bag. He searched for Fluffy, but she was nowhere to be found. He opened the back door. She wasn’t there.
Charlotte got up and put on a long, white, silk nightdress and came to him at the center of the bedroom. She stared at him and put her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips slowly and deliberately, seeming to savor the moment. He held her and took a handful of her hair, running it through his fingers at her back. She gazed at him with those huge, blue eyes, as if for the last time. He sensed she believed she’d never see him again.
God, you’re so beautiful! he thought.
“Oh God, I love your hair,” he said softly.
“Make the most of it,” she whispered.
“I am coming back, you know—I promise you.”
Doubt showed in her eyes.
“Better go,” he said, letting go of her.
She slowly removed her arms and followed him down to the door. They embraced and kissed again on the recessed front porch.
“See you in about three weeks, honey,” he said. “I love you.”
Her voice was barely audible. “Goodbye, Lou.”
He descended the steps to his motorbike, fastened his kit bag on the luggage rack and kicked it over. He climbed on and turned to Charlotte standing in the doorway, her long, white nightdress backlit by the overhead light. She looked like an apparition of a Greek goddess, her flowing, black hair shining in the moonlight. He felt sick leaving her now, and guilty. He wished he could stay another hour, or just not leave at all. He bowed his head to her and waved. She didn’t move or make any gesture. Like a statue. He drove away believing he could never feel more miserable than this. But he was wrong.
Amazon US
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01A...
Amazon UK
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Airshipmen-S...
Read well, be well.
David Dennington
http://www.daviddennington.com
UK SEPT 15—17, 2017
Riveting … Cinematic … Fist-biting suspense …Will Lt. Cmdr. Lou Remington climb the gangplank one last time? Be prepared to lose sleep. Based on actual events of the 1920’s.
A gripping story masterfully told, this book reverberates in the reader's mind long after it's over. - Steven Bauer, former Director of Creative Writing, Miami Univ. Oxford, Ohio.
EXCERPT:
After an hour, Lou cradled her in his arms until it was time to leave. He got up and washed and put on his uniform. He went downstairs and left his kit bag by the door. Before going back upstairs, he took the framed photograph of Charlotte from the mantelpiece in the living room, wrapped it in a shirt, and slipped it into his kit bag. He searched for Fluffy, but she was nowhere to be found. He opened the back door. She wasn’t there.
Charlotte got up and put on a long, white, silk nightdress and came to him at the center of the bedroom. She stared at him and put her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips slowly and deliberately, seeming to savor the moment. He held her and took a handful of her hair, running it through his fingers at her back. She gazed at him with those huge, blue eyes, as if for the last time. He sensed she believed she’d never see him again.
God, you’re so beautiful! he thought.
“Oh God, I love your hair,” he said softly.
“Make the most of it,” she whispered.
“I am coming back, you know—I promise you.”
Doubt showed in her eyes.
“Better go,” he said, letting go of her.
She slowly removed her arms and followed him down to the door. They embraced and kissed again on the recessed front porch.
“See you in about three weeks, honey,” he said. “I love you.”
Her voice was barely audible. “Goodbye, Lou.”
He descended the steps to his motorbike, fastened his kit bag on the luggage rack and kicked it over. He climbed on and turned to Charlotte standing in the doorway, her long, white nightdress backlit by the overhead light. She looked like an apparition of a Greek goddess, her flowing, black hair shining in the moonlight. He felt sick leaving her now, and guilty. He wished he could stay another hour, or just not leave at all. He bowed his head to her and waved. She didn’t move or make any gesture. Like a statue. He drove away believing he could never feel more miserable than this. But he was wrong.
Amazon US
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01A...
Amazon UK
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Airshipmen-S...
Read well, be well.
David Dennington
http://www.daviddennington.com
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