What’s in Store for Book 4
October 18, 2022
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Don’t worry, I’m not going to give away the bank here, but, since I’m wrapping this gem up now, I thought I’d share a bit
Held captive on an 18th century ship by a drug lord turned pirate, Alaina and Jack must find a way to, not only get their family to safety, but navigate back to the storm before he does. Torn between virtue and self-preservation, each survivor must face hard decisions regarding their effect on both the past and the future.
When new memories form as the result of the group’s interference in time, some bonds will be strengthened while others are tested, and moral lines will become blurred.
What does it mean to take a life in the past? And is the life of one worth the lives of many? How will the 21st century change as a result? And who will suffer for it?
Finding himself stranded in the water after a devastating plane crash, Chris Grace helplessly watches the raft which holds is wife float out of his reach. Clinging to a stewardess’s life-jacket to remain afloat, his life will be forever changed.
When rescue comes in the form of an old wooden ship, he is forced to question the world around him, realizing over time that the storm that struck their airplane was no ordinary storm at all. Under the protection of the name she shares with a well-known duchess, Chris and Maria navigate their presence on the ship carefully while forming a plan to find his wife and return home.
Adventure, mystery, and tragedy unfold as he sails the Pacific alongside an infamous world traveler. Along the way, he will have to face his inner demons and choose between the love he is bound to and the love he cannot control.
Can he get them home? And if so, what will home mean after all they’d been through?
Don’t worry, I’m not going to give away the bank here, but, since I’m wrapping this gem up now, I thought I’d share a bit
Book 4 of the Adrift series, A Reflection of the Sky on the Sea, is underway and I’m so excited to share it this winter.
Throughout my life, I have written countless chapter ones only to read them, say “meh,” and toss them aside, telling myself over and over not