Kirjahaku

This is the first book in the Jocko Trilogy. She came over without speaking, stood very close and smiled, looking me straight in the eyes. That close, I could indeed see that her skin was flawless; it was translucent porcelain with a flush of pink. But oh the eyes They were hazel, but beyond hazel. They were further than the definition of hazel, into a deeper, richer emerald than I had ever seen. They were so expressive, filled with warmth, fervor, and I don't know... was it compassion? She stood there quietly studying my eyes while I studied hers, neither of us saying anything. My heart pounded. This close, I could see through her thin, starched white cotton blouse; she wore no undergarments. The form of her breasts surged firmly against the cloth. She took my hand with a deliberate, almost commanding movement and pulled it to her breast. The surprise lasted only a second before instinct overwhelmed me. I stood up, grasped her around the waist and pulled her warm, beautiful body in close, feeling the muscles in my back and buttocks tense up. With my face against her neck, I inhaled a heady fragrance that was like no perfume I had ever known; it was the fragrance of her skin - the aroma of the back of her neck. Her smell was every bit as unique and alluring as her physical form was. It was instantly imprinted, or more accurately, branded into some deep, fundamental part of my brain. "Is this what you like, Andrew?" She whispered the words, deliberately seducing me with those dark, emerald eyes. "Is this what you want?" I felt her hand guiding mine across her breasts. I could not speak. Instead, a powerful, ancient instinct took control; I embraced her tightly and put my lips against hers, demanding an intimate, physical communication. I sensed my very being merging with hers. This connection had volition of its own and I explored and mingled with Julie not just physically, but simultaneously on some higher plane. I felt her groin press against mine and heard a slight moan. She put her hands to my face, breaking the embrace and then backed away. I stood there transfixed, overwhelmed, and painfully erect watching her go. When she reached the door, she turned around and waved. I couldn't tell if the wave was goodbye or hello, and I felt awkward at the discontinuity. Should I follow? In that moment Julie did something to me that I can't accurately describe. When she touched me so intentionally, some unfathomable thing transpired between us and as a result I was changed; profoundly and permanently changed. My inner being fractured and a tidal wave of pent-up emotion surged out. It washed over the dark lowlands of my inhibition then flooded the highlands of my reason, washing every bit of logic and sensibility away with a brand new configuration comprised of love and passion. I stood there completely stupefied; a new person in a new world. In that moment, Lucius Andrew Davis was healed by the passionate touch of Julie the Mariner. He would no longer be the wounded person he had been; all the pent up frustration, sadness, and disappointment was fading. The toxic, frightening burdens that I had carried around for so long were now miraculously dissolving into the memory of her holy caress.

Many tragic and many glorious events took place in the period from the late 1800's to the 1970's. Wars were fought, lives were created and lost, fortunes were made and lost. Some by the natural hand of fate and others by the schemes of bad people who cared little about the suffering they caused.But it was love that would eventually bring the lost back into the fold, erase the unearned sins of the innocent, and ultimately triumph over tragedy and loss. This historical tale, taking place in and around Aurora, Texas, portrays persons only partly imagined. It is about hard times, forbidden romance, and the unstoppable movement of hands on the clock. It is a story of being found after being lost, of crying out in the night then receiving unanticipated, unimagined comfort. It is also about the weak rising up to exact deadly revenge on evil people.Above all, it is a story about the transcendence of love persisting through chaotic fate and the incoherent, intolerant rules of society.