Holiday Of A Lifetime
Part 1 - Seahouses Bay
- Cover
- 1 - Dysfunctionality
- 2 - Rude Awakening
- 3 - Financial Wrongs
- 4 - Ticket to Where?
- 5 - Smooching with Woo-Who?
- 6 - Passports Please
- 7 - New Arrivals
- 8 - Xavier
Part 2 - Isla del Granita
- 9 - Work It, Own It
- 10 - Strange Stirrings
- 11 - Retail Therapy
- 12 - Dinner for One
- 13 - Xavier
- 14 - Skinny Dipping
- 15 - Xavier
- 16 - Culture and Cuisine
- 17 - Xavier
- 18 - Biscotti Bliss
- 19 - Xavier
- 20 - Morning Sickness
- 21 - Smugglers' Bay
- 22 - Xavier
- 23 - It's Not the Fall ...
- 24 - Xavier
- 25 - Not That Kind of Girl
- 26 - Xavier
- 27 - Smugglers' Cove
- 28 - That Kind of Girl
- 29 - Demons
- 30 - Storm Clouds
Part 3 - Westhouses
Part 4 - Seahouses Reprise
- 33 - Home at Last
- 34 - Breakfast Plans
- 35 - Outstanding Bills
- 36 - Planning an Invasion
- 37 - Financial Rights
- 38 - New Beginnings
- 39 - Mile High
- 40 - Epilogue
Bonus - Melissa's Tale
29 - Demons
To Analise the world slowed to a crawl, scenes flickered across her vision, like watching an early Daguerre scope.
Click. Xavier pitched slightly off-balance.
Click. Melissa plunged the wicked blade at his face.
Click. Xavier's face in close-up, his eyes ... acceptance? calm? relief? peace.
Click. Blinding white light.
Click. A million volts of electricity earthing on the blade tip.
Click. Melissa dead on the sand.
Click. Xavier's face in close-up, his eyes ... lust? vengeance? madness? TERROR!
Click. Xavier charging.
Click. Feeling; nausea. Impact to stomach.
Click. The storm-wracked sky
Click. Feeling; lightness. Flying backwards.
Click. Trees twisted beyond breaking point.
Click. Feeling; pain. Shoulders, splinters, vine stems.
Click. Cool, damp blackness.
The world sped up.
Analise was lying on her back on cool, damp sand. The sky above was black; a narrow band of light around the horizon. She knelt up and cracked her head on solid concrete. Her vision blurred and her ears rang. She rubbed her eyes, she was kneeling on the damp sand under the raised solid concrete slab the hut was built upon. Xavier was sprawled, face down in the sand in front of her, trying to raise himself.
She backed up a few feet, out of his immediate reach. The sound in her ears was a cacophony, verging on the point of physical pain.
28 - That Kind of Girl