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Time-Travel Romance

Date Published: 7/2/2020

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

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Dicen Burke had it all.  As lead singer in the world famous rock band,
Dark Army, the world lay at his feet.  But the path to super stardom
warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him
finally descended.  Unable to stop the self-destructive path of alcohol
and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know.  The Twenty-first
century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered.
He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive
influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion
Picture elite.

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a
world that offers him a clean slate.  But when he’s pulled back
to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a
reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find
Juliet again?

 

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              “Hey you,” a soft voice commanded.  “Open your eyes please”

He tried to obey, struggling to push past the lingering darkness that clung to him like a second skin.  God, he felt horrible.

“That’s it,” she soothed.  “Open your eyes.  Look at me.”
Finally, he managed to raise his eyelids.  An angel leaned over him, staring into his eyes.  She smiled at him so he smiled back.  He had always thought it would be demons that would come collect him when he died so it amazed him that heaven was calling.

“Ah, a set of beautiful baby blues,” she murmured, stroking his cheek.  “Hello, handsome.”

He opened his mouth to say something but the words wouldn’t come.  His tongue felt swollen, dry.  He forced himself to swallow to try to get some saliva flowing.  

“W-what happened?”

She cocked her head.  “Bad hooch I’m thinking.  Gotta be careful of certain juice joints.  Come,” she said, holding out her hand.  “Let’s get you sitting upright.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been lying down but as she helped him up, he realized the halo around her head had been nothing more but the flickering of a street light accentuating the midnight hue of her hair.  When he was vertical once more, he finally saw all of the woman’s features.  Short bobbed hair held back by a headband made of crystal beads while dark eyes watched him from under thin, perfectly arched eyebrows.  Her lips were a cupid’s bow, painted a deep red.  Her skin a flawless pale shade that contrasted sharply with her heavily made up eyes.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

He blinked.  “I always like my fans.  Where am I?”

One of those thin eyebrows arched.  “That hooch must’ve really made you balled up.  You’re off Hollywood Boulevard, of course, belly up in an alley.”

He looked around, completely baffled.  How the hell did he get here?  Where was the stage?  The screaming fans?  Kieron, Van and Tony?

“Do you have a name, handsome?”

“Yeah, sorry.  I’m Dicen Burke.”

He waited.  He waited for the name to sink in, for her eyes to widen, for her to begin batting her eyes in an attempt to flirt her way into his bed.

“Juliet,” she said.  “Juliet Fox.  I was looking for my brother, Thayer, and figured I’d find him upchucking out here and instead I find a keen big six.  Say, you’re no drugstore cowboy are you?”

“Excuse me?”  Her lack of a response to his name, along with slang he didn’t understand, threw him.

“You know, a guy that hangs around street corners looking to pick up ladies.  Just so we’re clear on the matter, I ain’t that kind of girl,” she informed him, the smile on her face lessening the harshness of her tone.  “Have you seen another man out here, by chance, throwing up?”

She confused him.  He shook his head and then wished he hadn’t when it throbbed.  “God, I need an aspirin.”

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About the Author

I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and
from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. I like writing
about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my
heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate
highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and
push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to
resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing
characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who
find redemption through love. You can find me on the web at:

 

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Time-Travel Romance

Date Published: 7/2/2020

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

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Dicen Burke had it all.  As lead singer in the world famous rock band,
Dark Army, the world lay at his feet.  But the path to super stardom
warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him
finally descended.  Unable to stop the self-destructive path of alcohol
and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know.  The Twenty-first
century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered.
He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive
influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion
Picture elite.

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a
world that offers him a clean slate.  But when he’s pulled back
to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a
reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find
Juliet again?

 

 

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“Hey you,” a soft voice commanded.  “Open your eyes
please”

            He tried
to obey, struggling to push past the lingering darkness that clung to him
like a second skin.  God, he felt horrible.


“That’s it,” she soothed.  “Open your
eyes.  Look at me.”

            Finally,
he managed to raise his eyelids.  An angel leaned over him, staring
into his eyes.  She smiled at him so he smiled back.  He had
always thought it would be demons that would come collect him when he died
so it amazed him that heaven was calling.


“Ah, a set of beautiful baby blues,” she murmured, stroking his
cheek.  “Hello, handsome.”

            He
opened his mouth to say something but the words wouldn’t come.
His tongue felt swollen, dry.  He forced himself to swallow to try to
get some saliva flowing.


“W-what happened?”

            She
cocked her head.  “Bad hooch I’m thinking.  Gotta be
careful of certain juice joints.  Come,” she said, holding out
her hand.  “Let’s get you sitting upright.”

            He
hadn’t realized he’d been lying down but as she helped him up,
he realized the halo around her head had been nothing more but the
flickering of a street light accentuating the midnight hue of her
hair.  When he was vertical once more, he finally saw all of the
woman’s features.  Short bobbed hair held back by a headband made
of crystal beads while dark eyes watched him from under thin, perfectly
arched eyebrows.  Her lips were a cupid’s bow, painted a deep
red.  Her skin a flawless pale shade that contrasted sharply with her
heavily made up eyes.


“Like what you see?” she asked.

            He
blinked.  “I always like my fans.  Where am I?”

            One of
those thin eyebrows arched.  “That hooch must’ve really
made you balled up.  You’re off Hollywood Boulevard, of course,
belly up in an alley.”

            He
looked around, completely baffled.  How the hell did he get here?
Where was the stage?  The screaming fans?  Kieron, Van and
Tony?


“Do you have a name, handsome?”


“Yeah, sorry.  I’m Dicen Burke.”

            He
waited.  He waited for the name to sink in, for her eyes to widen, for
her to begin batting her eyes in an attempt to flirt her way into his
bed.


“Juliet,” she said.  “Juliet Fox.  I was looking
for my brother, Thayer, and figured I’d find him upchucking out here
and instead I find a keen big six.  Say, you’re no drugstore
cowboy are you?”


“Excuse me?”  Her lack of a response to his name, along
with slang he didn’t understand, threw him.


“You know, a guy that hangs around street corners looking to pick up
ladies.  Just so we’re clear on the matter, I ain’t that
kind of girl,” she informed him, the smile on her face lessening the
harshness of her tone.  “Have you seen another man out here, by
chance, throwing up?”

            She
confused him.  He shook his head and then wished he hadn’t when
it throbbed.  “God, I need an aspirin.”

 

 

 

About the Author

I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and
from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. I like writing
about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my
heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate
highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and
push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to
resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing
characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who
find redemption through love. You can find me on the web at:

 

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Twitter

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Time
Travel Romance
Date
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February 2019
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The
past is a dangerous place in this fast-paced time travel novel…
Kathryn
Spears is a skeptical producer for a TV investigative news team. So when her
grandmother claims a Cherokee Indian woman is living on a neighboring farm, she
dismisses it as early Alzheimer’s. Because, obviously, there is no farm nearby.
Not in the present anyway. But when she follows Nana’s lead, Kathryn is
transported back in time to the year 1840 where she finds a young Cherokee
woman left behind when her family marched west on the Trail of Tears.
Forest
Water is ensnared in a perilous struggle to keep her ancestral lands against a
violent white man who claims the farm, and then claims her as well. Desperate
to help her new friend, Kathryn becomes entangled in a battle between good and
evil with much higher stakes than she imagines.
Each
of these young women falls in love with a man from her own time, but there are
threats, both seen and unseen, that could cost them their lives.
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From
Chapter 2
“Are
you Forest Water?” I whispered.
She
nodded, a hint of surprise in her expression.
“Was
that your husband?” I said.
Her
answer was a tired sigh.
“Were
you visited by a white-haired woman a few minutes ago?”
“I
warned Old Grandmother to stay away. You must also.”
“But…”
She
laid the baby on the blanket, got to her feet and pushed a narrow door open at
the back of the hut where I’d first entered. She slipped outside, returning
with a fig in her hand.
“You
must eat this and travel through the doorway,” she said, placing it in my hand.
“I
have so many questions.”
She
locked eyes with me as though trying to look into my soul. Having apparently
come to a decision, she squatted beside the blanket, folding it back to reveal
a layer of pine straw. Scraping the pine straw aside exposed the lid of a large
metal box. She lifted the heavy lid and pulled out a leather pouch. From the
pouch, she withdrew a book, opened it and ripped a handful of blank pages from
the back. She stuffed the loose pages back inside the pouch, returned it to the
box, closed the lid and covered it with the pine straw and blanket. Then she
handed me the book.
“You
must go,” she whispered, eyes blazing.
“But…”
She
gestured for me to put the fig in my mouth as she tugged the shawl from my
shoulders.
I
reluctantly placed the fruit between my teeth and passed through the small
doorway.
Dizziness
overwhelmed me as the buzzing in my ears returned, momentarily blocking out all
other sound. I found myself standing in the clearing, the fig half-chewed in my
mouth. I whirled around to discover the hut no longer existed. My muscles felt
as though I’d run a marathon. Not willing to trust my wobbly legs, I remained
motionless, dazed by what had just happened.
There
were two possibilities – the figs contained some kind of psychedelic substance,
causing me to have the same hallucination Nana had, possibly by virtue of power
of suggestion. Or I had traveled back in time. Which was so freaky that my skin
tingled. In my business, skepticism was ingrained. I wasn’t easily taken in by
a ruse. What I thought had happened could not possibly be the truth.
I
looked all around the clearing for the young woman who called herself Forest
Water. Then, to be sure the shack didn’t still exist, I walked back and forth
over the spot where it had been. There was nothing there.
Then
I remembered the book. It was solid in my hands, the brown leather smooth to
the touch. The book was real. The place was real. And as much as the rational
part of my brain rebelled against the idea, I knew I had somehow visited the
past.
Suddenly
impatient to know the story of the mysterious dark-haired beauty, I made my way
to a large rock on the riverbank. I untied the strap holding the book closed
and opened it with care. So many words, perhaps written with a fountain pen or
a quill, the letters sometimes puddled with excess ink, sometimes as thin as a
strand of hair. The ink was black, the paper a cream color and rough to the
touch. But the words were not in English. I had no idea what language or
alphabet I was looking at. Some of the letters were familiar, but many looked
like Arabic or Greek.
Carefully
flipping the pages, I discovered the entire book was written in this foreign
language. Completely inaccessible to me. I had to talk with Nana.
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Connie
worked for many years as a radio reporter and news anchor, with a couple of
brief forays into TV news along the way.
Her experience as a journalist shows up in some of her novels.  She also dabbled in acting in college and
community theater. She uses those experiences in some of her books as well.
Her
novels are fast-paced stories featuring young women facing serious challenges
set against the backdrop of some thorny issues. She writes time travel, magical
realism, historical fiction and climate fiction – all with a dollop of romance.
Growing
up, she was a middle child and lived in Japan and Okinawa where her Army dad
was stationed.  She graduated from the
University of North Carolina at Pembroke with a degree in Journalism and
Creative Writing.
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Their Own Time

by Jessica Wayne
Publication Date: May 17, 2018
Genres: Romantic Fantasy/Time Travel Romance

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Three novelettes about finding love WHEN and WHERE you least expect it.

Garrett and Carissa
When Carissa escapes her abusive boyfriend with their daughter, she never expects to be thrown into medieval Ireland. Even after she is rescued by Garrett McKinley, she is determined to survive on her own. But there’s something about the mysterious laird that is drawing her in just as she is determined to push him away.

Wade and Chloe
After a terrible event left her pregnant and alone, Chloe had sworn to herself she would never trust a man again. When her son inherits both title and land from his biological father, Chloe pours all her energy into ensuring he turns out nothing like the man who sired him. But when a man shows up on the doorsteps of her castle insisting she is in danger and begging her to trust him, she is tempted to let him in.

Leon and Ashleigh
Dr. Ashleigh Hutchinson has made a good life for herself and her daughter after her jerk of a boyfriend ran out on them. That life is turned upside down one night when a women shows up on her doorstep begging for her help and Ashleigh finds herself in the middle of a castle, in the company of a dying man and her best friend who’s been missing for six months.

About Jessica Wayne

Jessica Wayne was born and raised in southern California where she and her family trained horses. She grew up traveling to different competitions, as well as showing sheep and rabbits for 4-H and the FFA.

After moving to Texas with her family, Jessica joined the Army National Guard where she served for seven years.

From the moment her grandmother introduced her to Nora Roberts’ wonderful world of romance, Jessica knew she wanted to create her own stories and share them with the world.

She has been writing full time for the past four years, and is a stay at home mom. She currently resides in Texas with her husband, their two children, and their dog.

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Time Travel Romance
Date Published:  March 2016
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Mo Chridhe Gu Bràth. My heart forever.
Ancient words, a powerful legend, a timeless love…
Lily Chastain has lost everything—her family, her inheritance, and her fiancé.  Desperate to escape her pain, she heads for a remote castle in Scotland, but is trapped by a violent storm along the way. Injured and alone, she is drawn by a lighted cottage in the mist.  What she finds there will change her life forever.
Attacked by a vicious rival and betrayed by someone from his own clan, Bram Macgillivray finds himself alone and on the run.  His father is dead, his holding all but destroyed.  Wanting vengeance, he seeks out the help of his cousins, but finds instead a beautiful woman who calls to his heart.
After losing herself in an unexpected and wonderful night of sensuality, Lily wakes to find Bram gone.  But even more disturbing, when she leaves the sanctuary of the cottage, she finds that it has disappeared as well.
Separated by over five hundred years, yet tied together through a magic stronger than the bonds of time and place, Lily and Bram fight to find each other again.  And as Lily uncovers the secrets of the past, she must race to find a way back to save the only man she’s ever truly loved.
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Scotland – 1468
There was danger.  Bram could feel it all around him. Fire raced up the wooden steps that lead up to the door leading into the tower.   And he could see more flames thrusting out of the windows, black smoke spiraling into the night sky.  Throwing his plaid over his face, he ran up the steps, but was stopped by one of the tower’s guards.
The man raised his claymore, his eyes narrowed as the deadly blade began its descent.  Bram pivoted, and then swung his own weapon, confused as to where he was and why he was fighting.  The man fell, only to be replaced by another.  Bram called to him, some part of him recognizing a face that still seemed a stranger, but this man, too, seemed intent only on stopping him.
His mind argued that nothing made sense, even as his heart screamed that he must get inside.  If he did not then that which was most precious to him would be lost.  He knew this as surely as he drew breath.
With a twist and a parry he drew the man off, and then made quick work of him, dashing through the opening of the tower, down the hallway and into the great hall.  A place meant for comfort it offered only danger now.  It too was full of flame, and lined with enemies.
Again the thought brought him up short.  But there was no time to try and understand.  Fear pushed him forward.  He surged into the fray, moving toward the stairway at the far end of the room.  It gave access to the chambers above and it was there he knew he would find her.
His brain recoiled.  Find who?  But his heart urged him forward, and he fought his way to the bottom of the steps, then ran up them, taking them two at a time, knowing the other swordsmen were fast on his heels.
At the top he froze for a moment, the thick smoke disorienting him.  The fire was much worse here.  Pushing forward, he breathed through the heavy wool of his plaid, keeping sword at the ready.  The first chamber was empty.  As was the solar and the chamber beyond it.  But then from down the narrow hallway he heard a cry.
Heart thundering in his ears, he ran through the flames and smoke.  A timber fell, glancing off of his shoulder, and he hardly felt it, the need to find her overriding everything else.
He called for her, his voice swallowed by the raging fire.  Another timber fell, and a wall collapsed.  He jumped across a gaping hole in the floor, landing hard, but still moving.   The doorway ahead was edged in flames, the smoke and fire roiling like some kind of evil spirit.
Ignoring the danger, he sprinted forward, through the opening, again calling her name.
And then, through the shimmering heat, he saw her, tied to the bedframe, her long hair unbound, her green eyes wide with fear.
“Go back,” she screamed.
But he pushed onward, stumbling as still more of the burning tower fell.  “I’ll no’ leave you.”   His words were whipped away by the inferno surrounding them.  But he knew that she had heard him.
There were only a few feet between them now.  There was bruising on her face, and a trickle of blood at the corner of her beautiful mouth, and he swore there would be hell to pay.
But first, he had to free her.
He reached out a hand, but as he did so, the ceiling above him crashed to the ground.  One moment he was looking into her eyes—and the next, she was gone.
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Bestselling author Dee Davis’s highly acclaimed first novel was published in 2000.  Since then, she’s won the Booksellers Best, Golden Leaf, Texas Gold, Golden Apple and Prism awards, and been nominated for the National Readers’ Choice Award, the Holt and three RT Reviewers Choice Awards.  She is the author of over thirty novels and novellas and is an honor roll member of NJRW. When not frantically trying to meet a deadline, Dee spends her time at her Connecticut farmhouse with her husband and Cardigan Welsh Corgis.
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