Book #1 (Free!) of a steamy time-travel romance series that will sweep you away into a story of passion, betrayal, humor, drama, and suspense.
What if you could travel back into the past
to meet the man of your dreams at a time when it would be possible for him to
fall in love with you?
Susan does just
that when she meets two ladies from Haiti while on a cruise with her childhood
friend, Lynn. Mika, the elderly of the two ladies, claims she can see into
Susan's soul and that if she sends her back in time to meet James, the man who
Susan has dreamed of for fifty years, Susan will learn something important
about him and about herself.
Susan travels back
to the year 1962 in her 17-year-old body where she meets James, age 20, a
member of a band that will one day become the most famous band of all time. Susan
is stunned and delighted when James is instantly drawn to her, inviting her out
for tea and offering to walk her back to her hotel after the band quits playing
for the night.
But much to her dismay,
Susan's 17-year-old hormones begin to play havoc with her 62-year-old brain,
tempting her towards a relationship with James that she's not really certain
she wants.
Will James end up to be the paragon Susan's
always thought him to be? Or, will she learn that sometimes when a dream comes
true, that it's not quite what you expected?
As a child, Linda was mesmerized by storytellers, and her mother always made sure she had a supply of books close at hand while she was growing up. Sitting on her lap and listening to her read is one of her earliest memories. She recalls drawing pictures and then making up stories to go with them, and as she got older, her stories became longer and more fanciful. At age ten, she began to write them down, and when she was twelve, she wrote her first “book,” all handwritten. During rainy days in gym class, she wrote when the students had to stay in the locker room and sit on benches. She had a small cult following of friends who waited for her to finish each page, which she would then pass down the row. When she got a typewriter for her thirteenth birthday, she typed up her “masterpiece” and put it in a 3-ring binder, then hid it away. The story was actually quite silly. Having a typewriter, however, made it possible for her to write even more, which she did on almost a daily basis. But, as happens to many young, aspiring writers, reality grabbed her, and when she graduated from high school and headed to college then into the workforce, the dream of becoming an author washed away. It wasn't until she turned 62 and experienced her 3rd job layoff that she decided to make her writing dream come true. Writing has since become an addiction to Linda, and she's finding that ideas for numerous scenarios and characters keep flooding her brain, with the characters screaming, “Write about me! Write about me!” And, that's what she intends to do.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone