Hardcover | January 28, 2014

byBeatriz Williams

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A passionate, sweeping novel of a love that transcends time.

When twenty-something Wall Street analyst Kate Wilson attracts the notice of the legendary Julian Laurence at a business meeting, no one’s more surprised than she is. Julian’s relentless energy and his extraordinary intellect electrify her, but she’s baffled by his sudden interest. Why would this handsome British billionaire—Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor—pursue a pretty but bookish young banker who hasn’t had a boyfriend since college?

The answer is beyond imagining . . . at least at first. Kate and Julian’s story may have begun not in the moneyed world of twenty-first-century Manhattan but in France during World War I, when a mysterious American woman emerged from the shadows of the Western Front to save the life of Captain Julian Laurence Ashford, a celebrated war poet and infantry officer.

Now, in modern-day New York, Kate and Julian must protect themselves from the secrets of the past, and trust in a true love that transcends time and space.

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A passionate, sweeping novel of a love that transcends time.When twenty-something Wall Street analyst Kate Wilson attracts the notice of the legendary Julian Laurence at a business meeting, no one’s more surprised than she is. Julian’s relentless energy and his extraordinary intellect electrify her, but she’s baffled by his sudden inte...

 Beatriz Williams lives with her husband and children in Greenwich, Connecticut. Overseas is her first novel. 

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:464 pages, 9.35 × 6.35 × 1.5 inPublished:January 28, 2014Publisher:PutnamLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Beautiful romance I had read and thoroughly enjoyed Beatriz Williams other novel, "A hundred summers" so I was keen to read Overseas. Loved it! I'm adding this author to my 'must-read' list. This was just a beautiful love story. Kate is a completely modern wall street up-and-comer, independent and intelligent. Julian is an old fashioned wall street billionaire, pining for Kate. The time-travel aspect was well told, flashing between Amiens, France in 1916 and NYC in 2008. We piece together the story back and forth in time and place ~ and while I needed to suspend reality a tad to follow along ~ I was happy to do so! The romance is sweeping, Julian is prince charming (with a few flaws) and Kate is at once carried away, and similarly grounded in reality. While the ending wrapped up a bit too conveniently, I didn't really care. I just loved the way the story unfolded, loved the characters and their relationship and thoroughly enjoyed this book.
Date published: 2014-03-05
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good cottage read The Good Stuff •Wasn't my thing -- not a big fan of time travel or contemporary romance so its hard to give this a fair review •Fast paced and a good twist on the time travel plot •Lots of romance and sweet declarations of love - again not my thing but if you like that sort of thing pick this up •Happy Ending •Author has a nice way with words which kept me reading eventhough the storyline didn't do it for me •Would be good cottage read romance with some mystery and intrigue The Not So Good Stuff •Story jumps around so much I found myself lost with not real connection to the couple •Found hero a little too good to be true •Time travel books always give me a headache as I spend way too much time going -- that makes no sense - Sorry Miss Williams its not you its me •Everything happens way too quickly for this jaded reader Favorite Quotes/Passages "Sorry," I said. "My mom doesn't leave until Sunday morning." "Then she can join us." I snorted. "Julian, honestly, I don't even think Dante could have imagined anything worse than that idea. Try again." "Well," he told my cleavage, slowly." {via e-mail} Julian: Foxhunting. Me: Seriously? Julian: Yes. Me: You murderer. The poor fox. Julian: The fox is a rural menance. You modern city-dwellers have the most idiotic romantic notions about wildlife. Who Should/Shouldn't Win •If you are a fan of contemporary romance with a time travel twist you will enjoy this 3 Dewey's I received this from Penguin in exchange for an honest review
Date published: 2012-06-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from An old-fashioned love story Extremely sentimental, slightly predictable with often unbelievable plot turns and borderline cliche characters, but I couldn't help but LOVE it. It's escapist, fantasy fluff and unashamedly romantic. After being disappointed by many so-called "love-stories" recently with unsympathetic leads and amateurish writing, I was relieved to find this wasn't the case here. Julian, as the romantic hero, is almost too perfect to believe (God-like good looks! Billionaire! War hero! Poet!) and the main characters get together a little too quickly for my taste. This almost put me off but I found myself rooting for him and Kate to be together, despite everything. I was also pleasantly surprised by Kate's take-charge attitude and liked that the author didn't excuse Julian's overprotective tendencies as "romantic." She actually confronted him about it. By going back and forth between 1916 and 2008, we know in general what will happen but it was exciting putting all the pieces together. I only wish the WWI aspect of the book had played a larger role. The chapters taking place in the present were far more interesting and I'm a complete Edwardian fanatic, which is what interested me in the first place. If you loved Outlander, the Time Traveler's Wife or are just looking for a light, old-fashioned romance, I highly recommend this.
Date published: 2012-05-27

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I knew it was a dream, a nightmare, but still I couldn’t break free into consciousness. I kicked upward toward the surface, thrusting with all my might, until my lungs burst with a scream that wouldn’t release. Someone called to me: distant, urgent.And then I emerged, sweating, with Julian’s arms around me and his voice murmuring in my ear. “Sweetheart, wake up. Kate, it’s all right.”I turned blindly into his chest. “You’re here,” I said, between heaving gasps of air. “You’re still here.”“Of course I’m here. Shh. Of course I’m here.”He held me against his body, enfolding me with himself, and gradually the panic died down. I concentrated on breathing slowly, on grasping at the solid physical details around me, anchoring me to reality: the sheets, the faint glow from the nightlight, the cool air entering my nose. Julian’s skin pressed into mine.“Better?” he asked, after a minute.“Yes,” I said.A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Your first nightmare already. Is it all so very dreadful?”I snorted into his chest. “Terrible. A severe case of endorphin overload. I may not live through the night.”“Rubbish,” he said. “My endorphins are jolly well singing in my ears, and I’m not moaning on about it.”“Oh, I don’t know.” I snaked my hand along his side and administered a sharp tickle. “I definitely heard moaning.”“Look here. Stop that. Stop it, I say. Kate!” He doubled over and tried to roll away without falling off the bed.I began laughing. “Oh my God. You’re ticklish. Come back here.”“I am not . . . Kate, you’re rubbish . . . stop that at once!” His frantic hands manacled mine at last; he flipped me onto my back and held my wrists above my head. “Minx,” he muttered, kissing me. “You’ll pay for that.”“You’re just . . . full of lovely . . . secrets . . . aren’t you?” I giggled, around his kisses.“Mmm.” His body began to transform, to mold itself to mine; his lips edged downward, damp and scorching, along my throat and breasts. He drawled: “But not nearly as many as you, sweetheart.”What is it, really, that makes a man a good lover? Beloved, I’ll do my best, but I’m rather a novice at all this, he’d said last night, fumbling with the hooks of my bra, and yet he’d gone on as if he possessed the secret map to my body: discovering hidden points of sensitivity I never knew existed, touching my flesh with a preternatural sensual attunement, delivering himself to me with every stroke. He allowed no hiding under sheets, no closed eyes, no defense whatsoever. It was like falling backward into a pit of extraordinary depth, trusting him to catch me; the most exquisite, excruciating vulnerability, made bearable only by the certainty that he felt it, too.We lay afterward in tranquility, in wordless communion, hardly able to move; I on my side, one leg buried between his, studying the pattern our woven fingers made against his chest. I could feel his other hand tangle through my hair. His flushed skin seemed to melt downward through mine, layer by layer. “So,” I heard myself say, dreamlike, “are you absolutely sure you haven’t had any lovers in twelve years?”“Let me think a moment.” A dramatic pause, and then: “Yes. Yes, quite sure.”“Hmm.”“Kate!” His head tilted upward. “You’re doubting me?”“I’m just saying, you seem to know your way around. How to please me.”“Well, for Heaven’s sake, I want to please you. I want to maintain you in a state of perfect drunken bliss. A dizzy hormonal stupor. Anything at all, you see, to entice you to soldier on with a lonely benighted chap who can’t”—he kissed the tip of my nose—“quite seem to see his way without you anymore.”“Idiot.” I curled a lock of his hair tenderly around my finger.He drew his hand along the curve of my waist, his smile deepening as he went. “Besides, it seems to me, since my pleasure is more or less a foregone conclusion, the main object of the exercise ought to be your pleasure.”“Hmm. I never thought of it that way.”“A rather elusive creature, I’ve heard. Fascinating sort of quarry.”“Wait a minute. You’re hunting down my orgasms?”His laughter burst out like a rifle salute. “Kate. You damned magnificent creature.” He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. “Yes, my darling. That’s exactly what I’d like to do, on and on until the end of my life.”“Well, you’re off to a flying start, I have to admit.”He said nothing to that, only tucked my hair behind one ear with a shadowed smile. His eyes had lost all color in the dimness, depthless and unreadable. “So do you mind telling me about it?” he asked at last. “Your dream?”I folded my arms across his chest and rested my chin. “It’s stupid. Just an anxiety dream. I get them every so often. Kind of ridiculous, since you’re the war hero; I should be soothing away your nightmares.”“What are you anxious about?”“I don’t know. I usually only have them before a big meeting, some sort of performance.” I touched his lower lip. “I had one the night before we met.”“You were nervous?”“Oh my God. Was I nervous? Do you have any idea how intimidating you are?”“I am? I thought I was rather a nice chap, actually.”I shook my head, incredulous, and slid back down to rest against his side. “Julian, you have kind of a hard-ass reputation, in a business setting. No offense.”“Oh.” I could hear the bafflement in his voice. “And I’m still giving you anxiety dreams?”“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s my subconscious, remember?”“So I’ve managed to convince your conscious mind, but your subconscious still thinks I’m a bounder?”I laughed. “Hold on. I’m the over-analyzer in this relationship, okay? Look, it’s no big deal.” I squeezed my eyes, forcing out the details. “I think it was like the one I had the night before our meeting. I can’t really recall it exactly. Just kind of panicky, trying to explain something to someone. Someone dear to me. You, maybe? And that person, that man, drifting slowly away from me, not understanding, and the panic sort of paralyzing me.”“Explain what, exactly?”“I don’t know. Something important. Something vital. Life or death.” I opened my eyes to Julian’s face, taut and intent beneath the shadows, and tried to push away the feeling of dread that insinuated itself into my brain as I spoke. “But it’s like we’re speaking two different languages, and the harder I try, the further away he floats. Bizarre, huh?”He tucked my head under his chin and began to stroke my hair. “Kate,” he said hoarsely, “Kate.”“Don’t,” I said, into the hollow of his throat. “It’s just my silly neurotic brain. Nothing to do with you. I trust you.”He said nothing for a long time, only went on caressing my hair: long regular strokes to the very tips, letting the strands slip away from his fingertips to rest on my back and shoulders. I let my eyelids sink downward, savoring the tickle-soft sensation. Eventually I felt his voice stir the air above my head. “I won’t drift away, Kate. I won’t fail you.” He said it fiercely, as if he were trying to convince himself.“I know that,” I said, more to comfort him than myself, and stretched myself luxuriously against the solid mass of his body. “You’re so hard on yourself.” I yawned. I was beginning to feel drowsy again, despite the clinging uneasiness.“Am I?”“Way too hard.” I put my arm across his chest and closed my eyes. “I don’t need you to be perfect, you know. I just need you to be you. To be . . .”—my brain was beginning to float—” . . . to be mine.”He made a noise of some kind; I couldn’t quite tell whether it was a chuckle or a groan. “Yours always, darling. Now go to sleep. No more nightmares. You’re safe, now. I’m here,” I heard him say, somewhere near my ear. It was the last thing I heard before drifting off, hoping sleep would dissolve the knot of foreboding in my belly.He wasn’t there, though, when I woke up. My new BlackBerry sat on the pillow in his place, with an e-mail at the top of my inbox.Beloved, I must be mad, to tear myself from your side like this. Sleep late and enjoy yourself. I left the Rover for you. Go find some alluring frock and meet me at the Lyme Inn at 8pm. XX

Editorial Reviews

“Outstanding…With a complicated romance, intriguing suspense, a dashing hero, a feisty heroine, and a fantastic but plausible time-travel explanation, this book will hit the mark for readers wanting something exceptional for their summer reading."—Library Journal (starred review) This is a delicious story about the ultimate romantic fantasy: love that not only triumphs over time and common sense, but, once Kate overcomes Julian’s WWI-era ideas about honor, includes mind-blowing sex.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review) A full-throated love story…With [Williams’] gift for humor, snappy dialogue and swooning romance, there's plenty to enjoy and the promise of more enjoyable escapism to come."—Kirkus "A sensational debut! OVERSEAS is a heady blend of wit, charm, and romantic sizzle, all wrapped around a tantalizing mystery that will constantly surprise and delight readers."—Anne Fortier, New York Times-bestselling author of Juliet“Overseas is an irresistible combination of romance, history, and imaginative storytelling. Set against the tumultuous backdrop of World War I and the glittering lights of today’s New York financial world, Beatriz Williams creates a memorable story of a timeless love. . . . I can’t wait to see what she does next!”—Karen White, New York Times–bestselling author of The Beach Trees “Overseas is one of those addictive stories that grab you and don’t let go. Beatriz Williams has an amazing storytelling talent. . . . I wanted to crawl into the book and stay there.”—Lauren Willig, New York Times–bestselling author of the Pink Carnation series “History meets romance meets suspense! Compelling, original and wildly romantic, Beatriz Williams’ prose is stunning and the plot edge-of-your-seat gripping. OVERSEAS is an absolute triumph—I loved every page.”—Tilly Bagshawe, New York Times-bestselling author of Adored