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Over the Waters

Over the Waters

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by Deborah Raney

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"Dr. Botox" to the bored rich women of Chicago, plastic surgeon Max Jordan was shocked by his son Joshua's decision to focus his medical talent on Haitian orphans. Embittered by Joshua's sudden death, Max searched for resolution in the place his son called home.

The selflessness of Joshua's coworkers stunned Max. He was particularly taken with American


"Dr. Botox" to the bored rich women of Chicago, plastic surgeon Max Jordan was shocked by his son Joshua's decision to focus his medical talent on Haitian orphans. Embittered by Joshua's sudden death, Max searched for resolution in the place his son called home.

The selflessness of Joshua's coworkers stunned Max. He was particularly taken with American volunteer Valerie Austin, whose dream of a tropical honeymoon had been crushed, replaced by a stint working in the impoverished orphanage. But Valerie's view of Joshua's sacrifice—and her own—challenged everything Max knew. Had the doors to his gilded cage finally opened?

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Raney (Beneath a Southern Sky) submits a poignant inspirational romance about a doctor's change of heart and a woman's realignment of her dreams set against the backdrop of poverty-stricken Haiti. In the Chicago suburbs, Dr. Max Jordan builds a lucrative business giving Botox injections to wealthy women while fuming over his son Joshua's "wasted" charity work in Haiti with orphans. After Joshua's death, Jordan flies to Haiti to try to understand why his son chose to spend his talents and life there. While volunteering at the orphanage, Jordan meets the lovely Valerie Austin, whose broken engagement and frustrated longing for children has led her to Haiti. Sparks fly, and soon Jordan is re-examining his life's work and his refusal to share his son's Christian faith. The novel has flaws, including a contrived conversion scene and some flat characters. Raney also has a penchant for overdoing the adverbs and adjectives ("The tabletops were artfully arranged with softly lit lamps that illumined tasteful sculptures commissioned by a local artisan"). Despite these troubles, the story clips along at an even pace, and Raney admirably leaves some loose ends dangling. Evangelical Christian readers who like a strong moral message at the center of their fiction should enjoy this novel. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

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Over The Waters

By Deborah Raney

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Copyright © 2005 Deborah Raney
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ISBN: 0373785437

Chicago, Illinois, November 16

Dr. Max Jordan finished his dictation, clicked off the recorder, and slid from behind the polished mahogany desk. He strode across the plush celery-colored carpet to gaze, unseeing, out the window of his seventeenth-floor office overlooking Lakeshore Drive. After a minute, he turned and walked down the hall to his receptionist's desk.

"Okay, Dori, I'm ready," he said quietly.

"Yes, Doctor." Dori Banks rose gracefully from her seat and stepped into the waiting room.

Max heard her well-modulated voice call Felicia Sinclaire's name. Back in his office, he washed his hands in the corner lavatory.

A few minutes later he opened the door to the treatment room where his nurse had prepped Ms. Sinclaire. The woman, forty-three according to her chart, reclined in the comfortable chair, but her death grip on the padded armrests revealed her apprehension.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Sinclaire."

"Hello." She smiled tightly, her sun-baked skin crinkling into fine crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes.

It was obvious that Felicia Sinclaire had once been a stunningly beautiful woman. But the clock was ticking on her youth. She was a perfect candidate for Botox. She would be pleased with the results of his handiwork. Women like her were the reason Max Jordan enjoyed minor celebrity.

He glanced at the chart. "Felicia, is it?"

She nodded. "May I call you Felicia?"

"Yes... Of course."

He put a steadying hand on her forearm. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm...a little nervous."

"This is your first treatment. That's completely understandable. You've seen the video?"


"Good. I'll go over the procedure in detail again before we begin. Of course, you can decide at any time to reschedule if you feel you're not quite ready. But as I'm sure you know, this is an extremely simple and safe procedure. We do hundreds of injections a year and pretty much the only complication we've had in the five years since we began using Botox is an occasional treatment that didn't 'take.'"

He'd started adding the "pretty much" clause to his disclaimer after a prominent Chicago businessman's wife had had an allergic reaction to the Botox, developing a severe respiratory infection along with swallowing difficulties. She had nearly died. Lawyers for Jordan & Associates were still trying to settle the case out of court.

Max opened a drawer in the tabouret beside the chair and pulled out a laminated card that illustrated the procedure. He pointed to a photograph. "Very rarely a muscle simply won't respond to the botulinum toxin. It's nothing more than an inconvenience. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time everything goes just fine."

Felicia Sinclaire relaxed visibly, her fingers unclenching from the armrest. "It's just that it's a little scary shooting something into my skin that's...well, it's a poison, isn't it?"

It was a common question. Among his golf buddies, it was a joke that he'd made his fortune injecting women with poison. But he doubted Felicia Sinclaire would appreciate the humor just now. In practiced tones he soothed her fears. "Yes, Botox is derived from botulinum toxin, the bacterium that causes botulism, a severe form of food poisoning. But to be lethal, it would take up to two hundred times the quantity I use cosmetically. As you saw on the video, the amount I use for this procedure merely interrupts the nerve impulses to the specific muscles I inject. That's the beauty of it." He watched her face, waiting for the slow release of her breath that would tell him she was convinced. He'd become a master at reading body language.

"Well," she said, her voice reedy, "let's do it."

"I think you'll be extremely pleased with the results. You'll be gorgeous for the holidays."

She shifted in her seat and beamed at him.

Max yanked a surgical glove from the dispenser and pulled it on with a practiced snap.

Twenty minutes later, Felicia Sinclaire walked from his office with a few barely discernible bruises, a wan smile and Dr. Jordan's cheerful instructions: "Remain upright for the next four hours, exercise the facial muscles often, drink plenty of fluids and look forward to waking up in the morning even more beautiful than you already are."

He washed his hands again and took the short walk down the hallway to the waiting room. He usually used the back elevator to the surgery center and rarely set foot in his own waiting room. But today, for some reason, he felt the need.

Strains of Mozart met his ears as he poked his head into the forty-by-forty-foot space that could have belonged to a suite in a five-star hotel. The Qom silk carpets were plush beneath his feet, muffling his footsteps. Intimate groupings of overstuffed chairs sported Brunschwig & Fils upholstery, each cozy trio anchored by an expensive antique table. The tabletops were artfully arranged with softly lit lamps that illumined tasteful sculptures commissioned by a local artisan. The decorator had excelled here, and the room exuded exactly the aura of extravagance and indulgence Max had envisioned when he designed the place.

The walls were lined with expensive framed art prints that he and Janie had shipped home from the South of France ten years ago. The prints had doubled in value since then. Not that it mattered. The image they imparted to his practice was worth many times their monetary value.

His gaze panned the half-dozen women who graced the chairs, legs crossed elegantly, fashion magazine or carefully chosen New York Times bestseller in hand. Max Jordan knew that each of them could identify the art these walls bore as easily as they recognized the Hermes and Fendi the other women in the room wore.

He'd expected the climb to the top to be far more painful. Instead, he'd reached the summit at the tender age of thirty-five when he'd opened his now-renowned Jordan Center for Aesthetic Surgery.

He shuddered to think how his entire career had almost gone down the tubes with Janie's announcement that she was pregnant before he'd even earned his bachelor's in biology from Southern Illinois University. It had cost him a semester of college, but he'd stuck it out through a quickie wedding, the birth of a colicky baby and a wife who complained constantly that he was never home. Four hard years later he'd become Maximilian Alexander Jordan, M.D., graduating with honors from the university's school of medicine. He'd even had one of his papers published in The Journal of Neuroscience.


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Meet the Author

DEBORAH RANEY's first novel, A Vow to Cherish, inspired the World Wide Pictures film of the same title. Since then, her books have won numerous awards including the RITA, National Readers Choice Award, and the Carol Award. Deb and her husband recently traded small-town life for a home in Wichita, KS. For more about Deb: www.deborahraney.com

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Over the Waters 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
MichelleSutton More than 1 year ago
Over the Waters is one of those rare books that is good enough to read twice. The emotion is deep,the romance is beatiful, and the selfless love of the characters is admirable. Neither main character started out giving of themselves with full abandon to God and His service, but as they grow in Him and listen to His voice they are pulled by His love in that direction. I adore love stories written by Deb Raney and this is no exception. In fact, it's one of my favorites. What thrills me most, however, about the re-release of this book, is that the epilogue includes some yummy kisses. Yahoo! What a fabulous way to end a beautiful romance story. If you haven't experienced the emotional and spiritual rush from reading the first release of Over the Waters, then you MUST check out this version (the mass market paperback) with the brand new epilogue!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The death of his son, made Max wonder how he could be so happy as a missionary in Haiti and what God had to do with. Read this exciting story of how he was changed through his experience!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Another keeper for my library! Deborah Raney's characters are real with strengths and flaws with which you can identify. She weaves a story that draws the reader in and doesn't you let go until you finish the last page. I'm wondering if there will be a sequel so we can find out if little Birdie got his miracle.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Author Deborah Raney has done it again, giving us a tale of heart-stirring fiction at its best. 'Over the Waters' takes us on a journey to the island of Haiti where we are confronted with poverty and orphaned children. But the people who work at Hope House see beyond the poverty to the people. They offer hope to dozens of children and hold to a different view of life. Dr. Max Jordan encounters that view on a trip to visit the place his son called home. There he meets Valerie Austin who is looking for her own place to belong. But Valerie has something Max can only begin to grasp. The man who has it all, discovers he really has nothing ¿ in the things that truly matter. When he comes to the end of himself, will he find the answers he seeks? This is author, Deborah Raney¿s, tenth novel. Each one of Deb¿s books offers a compelling look at difficult issues, blanketed in a solution of hope. I have spotlighted Deb on my website, which is my name jilleileensmith. If it¿s not near the top of the page, look for ¿Spotlight on¿¿ dated November 18, 2005 in the headings. Want to read more about the woman behind the story? Then come take a look.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Successful plastic surgeon, Max Jordon is shocked when he learns his son, Joshua¿s has decided to forgo working in his prestigious Chicago practice to work with the orphans of Haiti. Max, also known as, Dr. Botox to his wealthy clientele is at a loss to understand how his son can be so happy living in poverty. Max¿s confusion escalates when he is notified of Joshua¿s death. Determined to understand what ¿drove¿ his son, he takes a trip to Haiti. There he is taken by the unselfish acts of love he sees and with an American Christian volunteer, Valerie Austin. Max is forever changed by the events and people of Haiti. Deborah Raney portrays in Max Jordan the struggle of many, making money their God. Told with brilliantly drawn characters, Over the Waters will leave you wanting more of Max and Valerie and of the delightful orphans of Haiti.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A sought-after a plastic surgeon travels to Haiti to try to make sense of his son¿s death. A jilted woman¿s search for meaning to her empty existence takes her to a Haitian Christian orphanage. Their journeys coincide in a heart-touching tale of longing and fulfillment, and of God¿s love in action. Ms. Raney has once again taken me to a world I¿ve never visited and made it real. I highly recommend it.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
.Max Jordan accuses his son, Dr. Joshua Jordan, of wasting his education by choosing to practice medicine in Haiti instead of the more lucrative USA. But, Joshua does more than practice medicine in Haiti. He serves with the joy and love of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is at peace, encouraged, and in love with fellow missionary minded nurse, Samantha. Josh's sudden death is felt from Haiti to Chicago. Samantha is devastated at the loss of her friend and love, but she is able to take down his last thoughts and words. Josh's dad, Dr. Max is incredulous at the news of his son's death. When he can't get over the anger, he ventures over to where his son was last a live. When he's there he meets American volunteer Valerie Austin who has come to Haiti to work in the orphanage after her wedding and honeymoon are cancelled. Max's anger is replaced by awe for those who choose to work in such dangerous circumstances. But, it's the faith of his deceased son, and that of Valerie, that intrigues him. When it's time for Max to return to Chicago he carries a piece of Valerie in his heart. Will the two ever release a true love? But most important will Max realize where the true riches of life and after-life really are? I was a little disappointed at the beginning of the story because one of Ms. Raney's recent novels starts out with a sort of same incident. But, I quickly got over that disappointment, by the compelling story that drew me into the books story. And, the characters stayed with me well after I read the final page.