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More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

Turning back to him, she stopped, struck by his appearance. He wore a formal dark blue cutaway coat, white pleated shirt and…was that a cravat tied around his neck? She’d seen enough portraits during her thesis research to recognize one. His gray trousers and over-the-knee boots also screamed nineteenth century. Oh, crap–she’d interrupted a film shoot.

“I am so sorry, Mr….er, ah, I’m sorry we haven’t been introduced.”

“Ian Hunterly, at your service.” He shifted his weight and winced.

“Ian Hunterly? How funny.”

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Now that was a coincidence. “Anyway, I just realized that I must’ve interrupted your shoot. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, still looking puzzled. “We weren’t shooting today, merely out for a ride. Why is my name funny?” He certainly didn’t look amused.

“It’s just that you have the same name as Sir Robert Graysill’s nephew.” Her thesis topic and his nephew had become like family to her during the eighteen or so months she’d researched them. And now here she’d met an Englishman with the same name, although perhaps the name was quite common over here. Ian was a form of John, wasn’t it?

He smiled for the first time, and her heart missed a beat. The smile transformed his face from merely handsome to devastatingly sexy, as those full lips turned up the corners of his generous mouth and his eyes lit with an inner warmth they hadn’t shown before. Perhaps she should offer to take this gentleman out for a drink. He looked so very much like Ian Hunterly, for whom she’d developed a serious crush while she’d been researching him. This guy would be the next best thing.

“That’s because I am Sir Robert’s nephew.”

“In the movie?” OMG. Were they making a film about her subject and she hadn’t even known?

“In the moo-vee? What is a moo-vee? I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand.” He squinted as if perplexed and swayed slightly.

“Are you a method actor or something?” She tucked the hat under her arm, grasped him again, and started for the stile. Some actors refused to break character no matter the circumstances. A bit extreme for her tastes, especially since he was injured, but hey, dedication to his craft got him brownie points with her.

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

A human cry followed by a thud stopped her. A sharp neigh and the sound of pounding hooves vanishing into the distance made her sit up and gaze after the disappearing horse, now riderless.

“Damn and blast.”

The curse brought her attention to a young man lying on the ground to her left. He lay flat on his back, his face screwed into a furious frown. If not for that, he would’ve been pretty hot. Dark brown wavy hair, a ruddy complexion, and very full, sexy lips sent a little thrill through her. A typical Englishman, he even had those odd mutton-chop sideburns like Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice. Were those back in fashion over here? She didn’t remember seeing anyone else wearing them.

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“I say, have you seen my hat?”

God, he had a devastating English accent. She could listen to an Englishman talk all day long. She sighed with sheer joy.

“I beg your pardon, miss, but did you see where my hat has gotten to?” He sat up, twisting this way and that, searching for it.

“Hat?” Didn’t he mean helmet? No one rode without one these days. Still, she looked around for the black velvet helmet she remembered from her senior year P.E. class.

He jerked his head toward her. “You’re American?”

“Yes.” He got that from one word? Must’ve been her southern drawl. She sat up straighter. “I’m from Virginia.”

“Forgive me. Deuced awkward to make an introduction from the ground.” He attempted to stand, and grunted in pain as he put weight on his left foot. “Oh, damn. I beg your pardon. That hurts abominably.” He hopped about, gingerly trying to step on his foot and failing.

“Here, let me help.” Corinne shot to her feet and reached out to steady him. Grabbing him around the waist, she managed to slide his arm over her shoulders and looked for a rock or stump for him to sit on. Even the stupid well would’ve been welcome right about now.

She glanced up at him to find his eyes wide, his frown returned. He must’ve been angry with her for startling his horse. “I’m sorry I spooked your horse, but I’ve had a horrible day so far. Did you see the plane crash? I was on that. Is there somewhere you could sit down?” They’d been turning in circles as Corinne scoured the field for a place to sit him down.

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

Shaking her head, she clutched her bag and hurried down the tree line, tripping now and then on a random hillock of upturned grass, expecting to come upon an adjacent field and the downed plane. She reached the corner of the woods and sputtered to a halt.

Still no airplane. What the hell? How had she gotten so twisted around? Had she somehow ended up on the opposite side of the well than she’d come in on? Well it would be a cold day in hell before she went back to that evil object.

Corinne heaved a sigh and continued along the grassy stretch. She stumbled again and looked down at the clumps of earth and grass, perfect crescent moon shapes bigger than her hand. Were they hoof prints?

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As she straightened, a dull thudding began in the distance. Oh, hell no. Not the well again. She clamped her hands over her ears, but now she could feel vibrations through her feet. That hadn’t happened before, so hopefully this new disaster in the making didn’t have anything to do with the well.

Scanning the open meadow, she spotted figures on horseback spread across the expanse of grass, the nearest one bearing down on her. Quickly. Turning on her heel, she raced toward the woods, not fifteen feet from her. Almost there. Almost… Her foot caught on one of the hills of churned up grass sending her sprawling, scraping knees and elbows in the coarse greensward and filling her nose with the fresh smell of newly cut grass.

She lay petrified, afraid to move as the earth shook around her. Above her the high-pitched whinny of a frightened horse. Dear God, she’d be crushed. Rolling sharply to her left she stared up at a chestnut behemoth rearing over top of her, its front legs sawing the air, its rear ones doing an impromptu dance like a Lipizzaner stallion.

Corinne screamed and rolled again, trying to get away before the wicked hooves trampled her to jelly.

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

She spun around, terrified, but nothing had changed. No dead wet girl on her tail. Just the trees and the well and that crunching glass noise.

Really, she needed to get a grip.

Except the noise had changed from discord to harmony. Almost a pleasant sound, now that she considered it. She took a step forward, and the volume increased, not painful, but soothing. More like a choir. Yes, she could definitely hear voices. They drew her on, one step at a time, toward the well, the sound more captivating with each footfall.

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Before she quite realized it, she’d stopped only a single pace from the lip of the well. The structure stood waist high, the stones pockmarked, the mortar black with age. It must’ve been dry because no dank smell of stale or fetid water rose from it. No smell at all. Just the angelic sound of the choir.

Corinne dropped her hands to her sides, cocking her head. The volume of the jingling glass choir no longer sounded painful, although it was certainly much louder than when she’d begun walking toward it. Had someone put an amplifier in an abandoned well? Had she stumbled upon some sort of bizarre entertainment? Was she being pranked by some British version of Impractical Jokers or Candid Camera? She peered around, looking up in the trees for signs of live feed or time lapse cameras. Nothing of that sort presented itself to her. The rest of the forest lay still and hushed. Not even any birds chirped. Of course, she couldn’t have heard them if they were. So what the hell was going on here?

Curiosity replaced fear. She stepped up to the structure until the well’s ragged rim pressed into her stomach. Such beautiful music. Where did it come from? Taking a deep breath, she leaned over the edge, peering into the Stygian darkness. The angelic choir hit a single high note with the force of a gale wind. Her head filled with an eerie white light, she swayed over the edge, and plunged into the inky depths.

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

With one more backward look at the plane, Corinne stepped out of the sun and shivered. Late April in Britain meant cooler temperatures than in Virginia, but she’d thought of that and worn a sweater. Still, the air was much chillier under the trees than she’d expected. Maybe the adrenaline surging through her veins had finally worn off, allowing shock to set in. She’d better get her business done and go back to the crash site. Her head had begun to feel wonky too. Must’ve hit it harder than she’d thought. Her ears rang with a peculiar sound. Like the tinkling of crushed glass, but sharper, less pleasant. Not pleasant at all, really.

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Walking farther into the woods, she searched for a bush of some sort to shield her from any lurking eyes, although none of her party had seemed to be heading her way. Regardless, she didn’t want to risk an audience when taking a pee.

Finally spying a larger-than-usual tree trunk, she stepped behind it and, with a quick glance around, hiked up her skirt. Relief washed through her and she sagged against the tree. She wanted nothing so much now than to head back to Mrs. Dewey’s Guest House, have a cup of tea and pile up in the bed. A sedate evening of eating take-out fish and chips and watching hilarious British sit-coms on the little television perched on the bureau in her room sounded like the pinnacle of a very trying day. Tomorrow she would sally forth to her appointment at Meadowbank Hall, the main reason for her trip to Cornwall.

At last finished, she dropped her skirts and backed away from the tree. The crushed glass sound intensified. Was it coming from somewhere outside her head? What on earth would make such a sound? Turning in a circle, she peered into the dim forest and spotted something in the distance. She took a step forward, and the volume increased. Sticking her fingers in her ears did no good. The dreadful noise seemed to come from both inside and outside her head. Hands over her ears to dull the sensation a little, she staggered toward the grayish object.

The clinking got louder as she approached the… Was it a well? Made of ragged, crumbling black and gray stones, it looked like…

Corinne stopped dead in her tracks. Crap. It looked like the well from that horrible movie The Ring. She’d watched it alone one Halloween and had to sleep with the lights on for two weeks. No way was she going closer to that thing. She turned around, walking resolutely away.

What if that girl was creeping up behind her now?

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

Wait for it…wait for it…She slammed forward, hitting her head again, so hard this time her teeth clicked despite her tightly clenched jaw. The plane bounced, fishtailed…and began to slow.

Alive. Thank God, they were still alive. Relief washed through her, so acute she went limp in her seat, simultaneously discovering an urgent need to pee. Cautiously, she raised her head, the chattering and crying all around her making it spin, although that could’ve been the result of that last bang into the seatback. The plane continued to slow, the black smoke now pouring out of the engine. Its propeller had stopped turning. Crap, it could still blow up at any minute.

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She ripped the seatbelt free and bolted for the door directly behind her. One man already stood before it, grasping the handle and twisting it viciously back and forth. The rest of the passengers crowded her, pushing her into the man, who still couldn’t get the damned door open.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats please.” The captain shouted over his shoulder, still wrestling with the controls. “Let the airplane come to a complete stop!”

Corinne stared through the window at the billowing black smoke. No way in hell. She shoved past the man in front of her and wrenched his hand away from the handle. Grasping it like a lifeline, she twisted it all the way up until she felt a click, then pushed.

The door popped open so fast Corinne didn’t have time to let go. It swung away, pulling her out of the plane onto the wing over the failing engine. Acrid smoke wafted around her, stinging her eyes and nose. She took a breath and coughed, eyes streaming.

Forget this.

The plane had slowed drastically, though it still bounced over the rough tufts of grass fast enough to shake Corinne until her teeth rattled. Adrenaline surged as she held her breath and jumped.

BLURB:

More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.

Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

EXCERPT:

The first indication Corinne McGowan had that something had gone seriously wrong was the blue exhaust trailing from the small airplane engine directly to her left. Through the large windows of the sightseeing plane, she’d been avidly scanning the beautiful green fields of Cornwall some fifteen hundred feet below her, trying to get a glimpse of Meadowbank Hall, when out the corner of her eye she caught sight of the dark puffs that rapidly became an ominous black stream.

Her heart gave a great thump and her body froze. Oh God!  Adrenaline shot through her, and she wrenched her gaze from the billowing smoke, scanning the cramped cabin to see if any of the other five passengers had seen it. Shit. No one else had noticed a damn thing.

Corinne snapped her attention toward the cockpit. “Captain!”

The word had barely left her mouth when the harsh, insistent beep of the alarm sounded throughout the tiny cabin.

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“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Blue Skies T-RVR has engine failure. Forced landing imminent. Currently two miles east of St. Agnes. Repeat. Blue Skies…”

“Oh, my God. We’re going to crash.”

“We’re all gonna die.”

“Oh, God, oh, Jesus help me…” General shrieking dissolved into hysterical screams, curses, and weeping.

Heart now beating like a drumroll, Corinne glanced out the window. The beautiful green fields rushed toward her with a sickening certainty.

“Assume crash positions!”

She flopped forward, butting her head on the seat in front of her, and clutched her ankles. God, this couldn’t be happening.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…

The alarms continued their deafening peal as the prayer ran through her head, and she held her breath and waited for impact.