Fated lovers suffer the agony of loss only to be reunited to fulfill a greater plan.
TEXANNA KEITH doesn’t believe an antique locket is the key to time travel, but plays along, and to her horror, is zapped back to 1880 Waco, Texas. Her mission is to prevent Royce Dyson’s death in a shootout. Wounded, she loses what she longs for most — a life with Royce.
Marshall ROYCE DYSON’S wife disappeared in 1876. Now she’s reappeared, claiming she’s a time traveler. As he seeks the truth, he’s determined to keep Texanna with him, but it’s not destined to be.
Night Owl Reviews
4 1/2 Stars - A Review Top Pick -“The appealing characters and deft use of honest emotions will draw readers into this captivating page-turner.”
Long and Short Reviews
5 Books "Linda LaRoque’s characters are extremely likeable, multilayered, and faith-filled. The way she plays the past and the present off each other, using one to change the other, makes this story truly unique.”
You Gotta Read Reviews
You Need to Read --“Texanna is such a "card" and a force to be wreckoned with, endearing the reader to her from the start. Ms. Laroque has a talent for imagery displaying her world in intricate detail. Absolutely wonderful and a book everyone needs to read
"Hurry up, Marshal, get some cuffs on her. How else you gonna get her home?"
A quick scan of the woman indicated she didn't have a weapon strapped to her side or in her hands. His gaze moved from the unusual shoes she wore, up indecently clad legs encased in denim pants. How else could he describe it? When his eyes reached her torso, his body jerked in response. Beautiful breasts were fully outlined by a skintight blouse. Her pebbled nipples showed through the thin, pink fabric. His face burned with anger. It was downright scandalous. No decent woman would dress so provocatively. Then he noticed the flame-colored curls. Hans eased his hold, and her head jerked up toward him. His eyes met hers, and his heart stopped. God, she's beautiful. He looked at her face again and thought he'd faint from sheer joy. His bliss quickly turned to rage.
With a growl, he bit out, "Get your hands off my wife." At least, he thought it was his wife. The hair was the same, but her eyes were bluer, her nose thinner, and damned if she didn't have kohl on her eyebrows and lashes.