Some love affairs last a lifetime…others never end. Fifty years into the future, if you’re one of the damned, you don’t run for your life, you run to save your soul. Jocelyn Miller is wanted for crimes she committed before she was born. Homeless, blind, and out in the elements on one of the coldest nights of the year, her desperation results in a bad decision. When Jocelyn and her brother Nate rob a convenience store, Jocelyn comes face to face with her worst nightmare and greatest love, a reaper named Gabriel. Gabriel Solaris is an Enforcer, a genetically enhanced psychic often referred to as a reaper for his ability to take souls, and he’s charged with collecting Jocelyn’s. When he finds Jocelyn outside the store, he’s sure she’s up to something illegal. Proving it isn’t necessary. He holds a warrant and it’s all he needs. But the closer Gabriel gets to Jocelyn, the more he begins to question his duty and why he believes her claims of innocence. When Jocelyn tells him she loved him once, Gabriel loses control and kisses her. Instead of taking her soul, he gives her a week to prove innocence in her past-life crimes—something he has no authority to grant.
"What a wonderful, inventive, and suspenseful read. From the prologue you know that you are reading a book quite different from most anything else out there. Slipping the Past takes place in the future when we as humans have learned to create super humans with extraordinary powers and how to harness the powers of those who are criminal. But what happened when all the criminals have been harnessed and you need more, you head to the past and find people whose souls have committed crimes in past lives. And that is just the beginning of this book full of twists and turns at every corner. But at the Center is a love affair that crosses the bounds of time and past lives." ~Got Romance Reviews
The reaper sent another wave blasting through the storefront. Nate flew backward, slammed into a beer case, and came to rest in a heap on the floor. Her vision blurred, and the stench of ozone filled her nostrils. “Nate!”
Not now. Her control snapped. Jocelyn ripped free from the clerk and exploded through the wall. Her soul collided with flesh like a runaway train, sending her glasses flying over the curb. She didn’t bother to retrieve them. She’d need them later but not now. Now she needed to see. She sucked in a breath, opened her eyes, and searched the shattered storefront. Sharp pains, like fragments of slivered metal, pierced her skull. Even moonlight proved almost too much.
The reaper stepped forward and peered in through the broken glass, soul-cell still in hand. No. Nate was right. He could only take one soul, and she’d be damned if it was going to be Nate.
“Leave him alone!”
The reaper turned his head and his gaze locked on to her. “You,” a deep voice boomed. He stuffed the egg-sized globe in a pouch on his hip and strode toward her, eating distance between them. His long duster fluttered behind him, giving him the appearance of the mythical reaper, minus the sickle. Except there was nothing mythical about him. He was real and coming for her. “You’re under arrest for past crimes enforced under the Galactic Codex.”