Time travel is a fantasy. Isn't it?
Not anymoreâ¦ Nicole traveled to 1812 and left something behind. Now, sheâll risk everything to return. Unfortunately, itâs not that easy.
She canât come and go at will and thereâs no guarantee where sheâll end up if she does go back. Nevertheless, her love for Flaming Arrow far outweighs the risks.
Sam is a modern day Shaman who agrees to help. In a twisted leap of fate, Nicoleâs best friend Tracy goes along and they find themselves running for their lives.
Now, Nicole has three goals. Locate her soulmate. Convince Tracy she's still married, despite the fact her husband hasn't been born yet. And, get them home alive.
Nicole shook her head to recall the last thing she remembered. When she blacked out, Tracy was beside her. That meant she was inside the perimeter as she began her journey into the past. It explained why they were both in 1812. Poor Tracy. She didnât have a clue.
âTracy, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean for you to come with me.â
Tracy stretched high over her head and yawned, obviously still oblivious to the situation. âAre we in a wagon?â
âYes.â Nicole nodded slowly.
Tracy chuckled then looked confused as her eyes darted around the dimly lit quarters. âWhen did you get a wagon? I donât rememberââ She stopped in mid-sentence and her mouth gaped open when a gunshot exploded from outside.
Nicole covered her ears to muffle the sounds that followed. Only faintly hearing hooves pound the ground, women and children scream and men shout in desperation.
âIs that smoke?â Tracy asked in a high-pitched tone. âAre we on fire?â
Nicole read her lips and looked to where she pointed. A gray billowy cloud materialized inside the wagon like an apparition and instantly stung her eyes.
Nicole buried her nose in the sleeve of her dress then pulled back briefly to cough out a command for Tracy to do the same. Right away, she saw blood on her sleeve.
In an attempt to escape before flames engulfed the canvas overhead, she grabbed Tracyâs arm, pulled her to her feet and drug her to the back of the wagon. They had to go. Now.
âWait!â Tracy jerked her arm free in protest. âWhere are we? Donât lie. By the looks of it, Iâm guessingâ Are we in 1812?â
Nicole heard her gasp when she confirmed her suspicions with a quick nod.
âAre-Are you serious?â Tracy stuttered. âI donât want to be in 1812! Okay Niki, you made your point. I believe you can travel in time. Iâll never doubt you again. Now, letâs go home.â
âWe have to go all right. Weâre under attack.â Nicole mumbled inches from Tracyâs face. âHome isnât an option right now.â
Author Tammy Tate
Tammy Tate was born and raised in Hollywood, Florida but has lived most of her adult life in
Texas. Her passion to write began in high school. It follows her everywhere she goes...creating a world where anything is possible. She's been married to the same wonderful man for over thirty years. Her secret to a long marriage? It's easy when you marry your best friend. In her world, Friday night is still date night.
Before she became a full-time author, she was an Executive Secretary, a Computer Consultant/Technician, and a Communications Officer (Police Dispatcher). She doesn't mind a challenge which has allowed her to race a late-model in a women's powder puff race, run barrels and poles in a play-day rodeo and drive an 18-wheeler. Somewhere in between, she and her husband raised three wonderful children. When she's not breathing life into her characters or jotting down ideas for a new book, she and her husband are exploring country roads on their Honda Gold Wing.
Since she believes reading is the next best thing to writing, she enjoys romance, fantasy, science fiction and thrillers. In December of 2013, she signed her first book contract with a traditional publisher. Her books have made Amazon's Best Seller list.
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