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“Some desires can’t be resisted. Some secrets shouldn’t be revealed. London’s forthcoming romance-suspense novel, SIGNPOSTS, blends love, intrigue, passion, betrayal and death in a world of hidden truths, a lingering lust, and eminent danger. Her story will pique your curiosity and haunt your thoughts long after the last page is turned.”
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A fiery time-slip romantic suspense where Claire, thrown from modern-day Colorado into a 1950s parallel universe, awakens in the path of a Western film star, Joc who will risk everything for their forbidden passion. Torn apart by fate and reunited decades later, the truth could rewrite everything they thought they knew about love, identity, and time itself.
London Litcott
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Forever and For-Always
“Forever and for-always I desperately needed you, long before I knew anything about who, or what was you.
Your essence touched my very soul like precious drops of dew. Our treasured moments together are here, then there, then wistfully vanish altogether.
The moment I gazed upon you, I finally knew my purpose, my future, my love are truly just for you.
For decades past, from then til now, you are the only one I ever desired, I pray Time, now will thus allow.
Forever and for-always I never truly realized the depth and power of your voice or how it hypnotized.
I didn’t know my relevance in a certain place or time, but it was always you, watching over me; enabling me to climb.
Why was our love a mystery; seemingly just a dream? Why, when life passes us by, we’re together for only seconds, or so it only seems?
Like newly fallen petals from a blooming cherry tree; we travel apart; to and fro, then back together, floating down a stream.
Our spirits firmly consummated, will forever travel throughout the heavens like a feather’s downy plumes in a never-ending dream.”
Forever and for always, we are passing through mists of time, departing from a life; lost seconds of a chime.
Though unknowingly, we move as strangers, we meet again as lovers, through the depth of truth, one will be rediscovered.
I promise I will look for you where others dare not tread, for I know in my heart, soul, and you will never be truly dead.
Wait for me; I’m not afraid or very far behind, may faith smile on us, for we are forever, and for-always eternally intertwined.”
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“This is my most prized possession, Salmon, by world-renowned artist, Louis C. Hafermehl. He is a contemporary master from Lindsborg, Kansas, and student of Birger Sandzén. Do you like it?”
Claire looked from Joc to the nine-foot, rectangular framed masterpiece centered above his fireplace. Fascinated, she stood to look closer at the shimmering miracle of geometry, color and light.
“Joc, this is the most amazing piece of art. I love the composition of geometry, and the colors are magnificent.” Thousands of aluminum-backed, clear glass triangles offset complimentary rows of ink-dropped linen. The colors progressed from dark to light in shades of gold, orange, blue, green, grey and red.
Joc and Claire gazed at this one-of-a-kind work of art. Without consternation, the couple lulled back-and-forth, feeling the movement of Salmon; the scales, and symmetry of the shimmering fishoc gently placed his lips upon the top of Claire’s head. He would gladly give this one-million-dollar work of art away, or burn it for that matter if it meant the Superior Court in Los Angeles would rule in his favor tomorrow.
Image: Center-Section of Louis C. Hafermehl’s Original (Salmon) 1952
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Ranting out loud, Claire reviewed the facts as she knew them to be…
“I am going out there, to meet my long-lost, 70ish-something ‘husband.” Saying those words made her cringe.
“Hollywood legend, Joc Butler, who I don’t remember at all. Why?” She paced back-and-forth in the elegant foyer of the bathroom. Claire nervously held her thumb nail between her teeth.
“Because our nuptials occurred ten years before I was even born. During our supposed happy union, I had a son; no, three.” Shaking her head, she chuckled.
“Oddly, they are ten years older than I am now. That bat shit-crazy fact was proven by three independent DNA tests last month in Denver. Garr, Cain and Luke are indeed my sons!?!”
Claire slowly sat down in a 15th century Venetian leather chair, lost in thought, in front of an ornate-gilded mirror. She powdered her nose, and applied her favorite shade of lipstick, Bohemian Bronze then gave herself a one-over-glance to make sure she was put together, even if her mind wasn’t. She wore a pure white linen, sleeveless dress, cut above the knee. The dress gently hugged her size-four frame perfectly. A broad white patent and shiny bronze belt that fit just below the bodice of her dress. Her elegant attire made glamorous with a long, sheer white Hermes scarf and a pair of white pumps to match her belt. Her long, soft brunette locks were softly piled up in a sexy up do, with her sultry long lashes framed her topaz eyes…“Take a deep breath, and step into your magic. Own it, Claire! This moment was written for you.”
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Dr. Anderson continued to pace, arms clasped together in front of him, “Ok, Greenleaf, what can you tell us about Claire's jewelry?" The surgeon and chief-of-staff was becoming increasingly agitated, and focused on his OCD, perfectionistic secretary’s reply. Mrs. Greenleaf cleared her throat, sat up straight, and proudly continued,
“The story only gets creepier from here. I contacted every single master jeweler, gemologist, and broker in Burbank and L.A. I was finally able to secure an appointment with Mr. Richard T. Liddicoat Jr., and Mr. Robert M. Shipley. These gentlemen are the world's foremost authorities on diamonds. The best that they could come up with was that the two rings are custom-crafted and worth a fortune. Both of these men explained that the current standards for the "Ideal-Cut" diamond is based on certain angles of the facets. Mr. Liddicoat sketched this, which shows the percentage of the exposed surface cut of the top facet, the Table is 57%, the Pavilion is 41% and the Crown angle is 35%. It is the precision of these angles that amplifies the reflection of light and makes the diamond sparkle. Claire’s diamonds have a far superior cut, and there is an engraving of numbers directly into the Girdle, or the circumference, or rather, the edge of the diamond. Here are the numbers, 0330196505271927. They are so minuscule, it is impossible to see with the naked eye. Neither gentleman has ever seen anything like this before. To be honest, they were completely speechless, and dumbfounded.
Afterwards, I went back to the Burbank Public Library to continue my research. All I could find in addition to what Mr. Liddicoat and Mr. Shipley told me was in this book written in 1919 by Marcel Tolkowsky.” She handed the doctor the drawing from the gemologists and the book, The Diamond Design: A Study of the Reflection and Refraction of Light in a Diamond.
“It is through his mathematical constructs that diamonds are graded today. Supporting what the two gemologist told me. However, the engraving on the diamond itself yields no clues, except…" Mrs. Greenleaf was visibly nervous, and cleared her throat in an attempt to continue.
“Except what, Mrs. Greenleaf?” Dr. Anderson encouraged his secretary, empathetic to her worry and reluctance to say the wrong thing.
"Dr. Anderson, I believe the microscopic numbers might be a secure combination to a safe, or a code, or dates, or something.” The doctor raised his eyebrows, his chin resting on his knuckles, he sat back to ponder the possibilities.
“Please continue,” he replied and started to write down the various combination possibilities. “Dates?” He thought to himself, his attention focused back on his secretary.
“Another thing, the rings are much heavier than anything found anywhere, and the stamps inside the rings are 18K. So, while I was at the library, I found the Jewelers’ Circular-Keystone and National Jeweler. 18 karat gold is a luxury item, used primarily and almost exclusively by Italian and French designers for export. I checked out Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels, and Tiffany & Company, they had never seen anything with such a fluid, free-form, almost space-age quality. When I asked about the value of each piece, their collaborative guess was in the tens of thousands of dollars."
Dr. Anderson sat back, in awe of his secretary’s dedication, but with less than three days until Claire’s hearing in Los Angeles, he was left with more questions than answers.
“Doctor, Claire's jewelry surpasses today's standards with their precision cuts, unbelievable clarity, and being almost colorless diamonds. After my appointment and research here, I went to the Los Angeles Law Library and found a “Confidential disclosure agreements” in the American Jurisprudence Legal Forms or West’s Legal Forms. Here, I took the liberty, and typed up a form to compliment your office stationary. I backtracked, and instructed every person, expert, witness that I spoke with, to sign it… They all did. You need to do the same, starting with your Western star, Joc."
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