Who’s idea was this? We look ridiculous!” Mary stares at her sister hostesses as they sashay in their grass skirts, coconut bras and bare feet.
Lyn, swaying to the Polynesian music falls into a palm tree, rights the grass mat headdress with feathers on her head, and sticks a fallen flower back in. “I think we look grand. You were lucky I could find coconuts that big.”
“Yeah, well you can’t hide those feet now.” Patsy chuckles as she flexes her Popeye biceps. “I just don’t understand why we had to wear this stuff to a restaurant in Miami. What’s the big deal about this place?”
“For effect? And you’ll see!” Lyn chuckles.
On large tables a multitude of vegetables, green pepper, mushroom, onion, bean sprouts, snow peas, and lot of other abound. Meats, chicken, turkey, lamb, beef and shrimp, octopus, oyster and clams, are all sliced thin, and are ready to be cooked. Pineapple, lychee, and other native fruits, wait amongst several sauces.
Oliver prepares to cook whatever ingredients diners pick and mix on a huge griddle, tossed with your choice of sauce, from fragrant, to sweet, to hot and spicy, he flips the blend of foods and places it before astonished diners with a flourish. He brings a luscious portion to Julie, as she waves the girls over to eat before the celebration. He flips a dollop of rice onto Julie’s plate and takes a deep bow before her. His grin inviting he hands the steaming food to her with his usual display of culinary skill.
“Where are all the hot guys?” Mac wonders as she adjusts her grass skirt. “I ain’t dancing with Patsy all night, and Lyn steps on your feet. Hmm. Where are we again?”
“But, I haven’t had a thing to drink.” Mac frowns and pushes Patsy. Patsy slides across the floor and lands by the desert table. Where she grabs a sweet and grins, satisfied.
“Yeah, Lyn, where are the hot guys?” Mary questions, “I’ll bet you didn’t even invite the local hottie.
“Yeah doesn’t Tarzan live here” Mac asks as she begins to dance again.
“I was thinking of those muscular guys who dance with fire and stuff.” Mary smirks. “What good is a party with only one guy?”
“Just you wait, all in time.” Lyn picks up a piece of roasted pineapple off a plate and smacks her lips. “Yup, all in time.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Patsy glances at Lyn and cocks her head. “What have you done, Lyn.”
“Nothin’, nothin’ at all.” Let’s go out and dance, we have to keep the guests occupied before it happens.”
“What is going to happen Lyn.” Patsy, Mac and Mary all grab Lyn and face her. “This isn’t just a dinner party is it?” Mary adds, stunned.
Oliver gestures and the music changes to a lively Tahitian tune.
Palm trees, large elephant leaf plants, bird of paradise and fragrant jasmine, line the huge room. Mats under low tables line the walls. The guests, pleasantly full, begin to lean back to watch the show. In the empty center of the room Patsy starts to dance. Shaking her grass skirt for all she is worth.
“Oh, are we dancing?” Mac races to the center of the room and tries to copy Patsy.
“Hey, don’t tell me we’re the entertainment.” Mary steps back and eyes Lyn, who begins to gyrate to the drums and music. “I am not going to go out there and dance with these cocoanuts bras on, it wouldn’t be—be—seemly! Besides something feels funny about this place.”
“Uh, Oh.” Lyn mumbles, “I meant to warn you this…”
All of sudden the lights dim and the room begins to spin. In the corner Julie claps her hands and laughs. “It’s about to happen, wonder what year we’ll end up in this time?”
Thunder roars and sparks fly. Patsy stops to see if she is the cause. Then shrugs and starts to dance with Mac once again.
“Year? Time?” Mary sputters! What are you taking about?”
“Um.” Lyn smiles. “It’s a time travel restaurant.”
“A what?” Mary’s eyes bulge as she eyes the girls ignoring the drastic changes happening all around them.
“You have to be kidding! I knew I shouldn’t let you plan this roast.”
“You have to be kidding! I knew I shouldn’t let you plan this roast.”
“Oh Mary,” Julie finds her way over and points out the window as the scenery changes before them. “Maybe, we’ll end up in Tahiti, or even England, and whenever time we arrive in, we are going to have a blast!
Lyn raises a large fruit filled glass of rum punch and toasts. “To Julie Painter and her terrific book Daughters of The Sea. Let the party begin!”
Daughters Of The Sea
A Novel by Julie Eberhart Painter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tags Paranormal, parallel time travel, hallucination, mystery, family, South Pacific, Polyneasian dances, native singing, kava, Plymouth, England, outrigger canoes, migration
Release: January 25, 2013
Editor: Fiona Young-Brown
Cover Designer Charlotte Volnek
Laura, descended from the Princess Kura, revisits her Tahitian heritage to seek her birth father, a Polynesian navigator
Ian, an English journalist connected by heritage to Captain Cook's voyage, falls in love with Laura. He's by her side when dejá vu. overtakes her and they are plunged into the past when Cook first landed on the islands, 243 years prior. Chased by the demons of her ancestor's past, and fearing for her sanity, Laura and Ian work to find the answers to her quest.
Daughters of the Sea's legend of the coconut as told over dinner by contemporary hero, Ian Christopher, to contemporary heroine, Laura Cates, 2012.
“Oh, you know, the old love conquers all stories.” Ian hunched closer.
“One told of how the coconut palm came to be. Are you sure you want to hear it? It's fantasy.”
“I love fantasy.”
“Well, okay. It seems long ago when the island was bare of tall trees an eel from the sea fell in love with the Goddess of Earth. They met each day on the shore, to make love. Soon they came to realize they were not suited. She couldn't live in the sea and he couldn't survive on land.
“One day, as a show of his love, he climbed all the way to the top of her mountain. He was dying and asked her to cut off his head and plant it. 'From my head will grow a tall tree reaching toward heaven. The tree will bear fruit. Inside the fruit will be a sweet liquid to remind you of the sweet kisses we have shared. The face of the fruit will be my face. Then I will be with you always.'”
Julie Eberhart Painter, a Pennsylvania transplant lives in Central Florida, is the Champagne Books author of Mortal Coil, Tangled Web, and the 2011 Book of the Year, Kill Fee. The sequel, Medium Rare released December 3, 2012. and, Daughters of the Sea, a paranormal coming released January 25, 2013 from http://www.MuseItUp Publishing.com
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