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Travelers – excerpt

2nd draft

Three days later, James was moved into a nursing home. That evening his three children, Sean, Sharon, and their younger brother, Ian came to visit and found him sitting in a chair.
“Well, Dad, you’re looking much better. There for a while, we weren’t sure,” Sean said. “The doctor says it looks like you’re going to be fine. You’ll continue physical therapy, but will have to use a wheelchair for now.”
Sharon walked over and kissed him. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Dad. I wasn’t ready to plan a funeral.”
“Humpf,” James said. “Don’t go planning any funeral for me yet. You need to plan a big birthday party for me next July.” His speech was still a bit slurred but understandable.
“What do you mean, Dad,” Ian asked.
“You’re going to have a big birthday party for me on the Fourth of July. Your half-brother, James, and his family are coming from California.”
“You sound rather definite about that,” Sean said. “What makes you so sure?”
“Because James’ grandson, Rory, told me so,” James answered.
“And just when did Rory tell you this?” Ian asked.
“You won’t believe me if I tell you,” James said.
“Try me,” Ian replied.
“It was November, 1892.”
“Okay, Dad, you’re right. I don’t believe you,” Ian said.
“How could that happen?” Sharon asked.
“Because I visited 1892 from 1941 just before the war started. While I was there, Rory McGregor visited from the year 2034.” James shook his head. “Don’t try to figure it out. I’m not crazy. You’ll see next July when Rory comes to my party.”
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Los Angeles, CA – May 26, 2014
Rory shook his head. “The old man must be bonkers. How could I have met him in 1892? Neither one of us was born yet.”*Version*=1&*entries*=0


Travelers pre-sale

Travelers is now being processed for pre-sale with a publishing date of Aug. 1.

It’s very different from any of my other books. It’s in a whole new genre – time-travel. No gay characters.

2nd draft


I can’t believe it’s been almost a month since I posted. I MUST start doing this more often. Anyway, here’s a look at the beginning of Travelers:

There’s an old saying, “All roads lead to Rome.” Well in this case, all roads lead to Hamish MacKinnion’s farm in Maine.


Coast of Maine – May 28, 1919
Fierce, gale-force winds whipped the trees behind the house. The building shook with the vibrations of thunder. Lightening flashed non-stop across the sky and pounding waves struck the rocks halfway up the cliff below the house. Sara Carter struggled as she opened the door to the walkway around the third story and stepped out. The wind immediately attacked its new target. Her once-golden hair became a halo around her head as it came loose from the pins holding it in place. A flash of lightening illuminated the frail figure on the railing of the walkway around the third-story tower. The woman spread her arms wide and jumped.