Abigail Warner takes a trip to the English countryside where she meets a reclusive but sexy Welshman, Bram Fenton. Secrets lurk behind his silent green eyes and he pulls Abby into his strange world when he presents her with a letter written by his grandfather in the 1960s. No ordinary letter, the parchment propels her back to 1962 were she embarks on a quest to find the letter's author, Gareth Fenton. He alone holds the key that unlocks her ability to return to the present. She’s befriended by a young rock-and-roll quintet who call themselves the Busy Beez, and together they experience London in the Swingin’ Sixties.
Can love cross the boundary of time and right a wrong that happened over forty-five years in the past? A letter, a rose, a puppy and a pledge tie two lovers together for all time…
A cold, brisk wind came out of the north, wrapping its icy fingers around the base of her spine. She swallowed hard as panic swelled inside her lungs. An ominous feeling swept over her as she tightened her grip on the envelope in panic. The rumbling of distant thunder filled her ears as she gazed upward. Dark clouds blotted out patches of pale blue sky. Sliding the petal back into the envelope she clutched the letter to her breast. She reached out to catch a bead of water, the chill of the cold rain caressing her skin.
Her chin tilted upward to meet droplets of moisture as they pelted her cheeks. The wind thrashed her hair and clothing, and she turned away in an effort to protect her eyes from blowing leaves and clouds of soil lifted from the ground. Lights flashed through the storm in the colors of a child's kaleidoscope, and her body became weightless as if her feet lifted off the ground like a feather floating away from the earth.
What's happening to me? She wanted to cry out for help but her voice froze, trapped in a body paralyzed with fear. Instead, she clutched thin air in a desperate bid to cling to the reality of her world. She was losing her grip on consciousness as well, fighting against the temptation to slip to the ground in a crumpled mass.
"No..." she moaned as her knees buckled under her