Time Traveler Romance
Fiery Seas Everlasting
May 15, 2018
Traveler is arrogant, rebellious, and the most skillful Observation Agent within the division. His refusal to follow the agency rules finally catches up to him and a girl witnesses him time-travel.
Johanna Martin is a witty adventurous runner recovering from the tragic loss of her parents. Confused by the dark-faced stranger and what he was doing at the local state park, she is unable to ignore the effects it has had on her.
With his life and reputation at risk, Traveler must choose... Johanna or his life?
Trailer: https://youtu.be/_GB_zrQakAc
About the Author:
North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.
With his life and reputation at risk, Traveler must choose... Johanna or his life?
Trailer: https://youtu.be/_GB_zrQakAc
Excerpt from CHAPTER 4:
The smell of coffee and bacon is wafting through the air. “Mary-Beth, you marrying my brother is the best thing that ever happened to me,” I call from the bottom of the steps into the kitchen.
“Hey, uhhh, Jo… can you come here for a second,” she timidly calls.
“On my way, sis, my side is slowing me down, but the smell of fried bacon is putting a little pep in my—” I freeze mid-sentence. All six feet six of Max is sitting in my spot at the table. The chair underneath him is creaking and threatening to toss him onto the floor as he turns to face me. Great. I shoot MB a puzzled look, instantly regretting not throwing on some mascara or ironing my shirt.
“Hey, Jo.” His deep voice fills the kitchen, slithering its way across the floor and holding me in place.
“Yep,” is all I can manage, and I silently chastise myself for my lack of maturity.
“Max came by this morning to drop off a list and Katie’s dress for the party next weekend. It needs hemming.” MB’s words come out fast and panicked. I should rescue Mary-Beth from this scenario, but I need to rescue myself first. Over the past couple of years, I’ve become a master at evading an encounter with Max or Katie, but when one of them plops themselves at my kitchen table, it slightly forces my hand.
“And you. I wanted to check and see about you. You know your fall, I just…” Max awkwardly trails off.
“Jesus, Max, spit it out,” Andrew says, as he enters the room sipping coffee and smelling of fresh soap. He cuts his eyes to me, obviously making sure I’m okay with this situation. I’m not.
“I wanted to check on you.” Max looks at the ground. He has to know his concern for me is coming too little, too late.
“I’m fine.” My response sounds brattier than I want, but again… it’s all I got.
Max stands to leave, as if he were honestly waiting for me to appear before he left. His eyes linger on my face expectantly, and I quickly look to MB and Andrew who are pretending to have a conversation in front of the stove.
“Jo, can I talk to you?” he asks cautiously. You have got to be kidding me? I shrug my shoulders and follow him out onto the front porch. The sun is already blazing through the clouds, and the humidity isn’t helping tame the frizz I have going on. I hate today already.
“About last night, just… I’m sorry. I mean, I’m sorry for Katie… the way she, ya know,” he says, mumbling through some semblance of an apology.
“What about Katie is it you’re sorry for, Max? Hmmm?” It flies out of my mouth before I can stop it.
His dark eyes that have been studying the wooden planks of my front porch suddenly snap up to meet mine. And in them, for an instant, I see his regret. Good.
I let out a sigh. “Max, it’s fine. I was tired and had been running miles on an empty stomach. I got turned around in the woods, chasing some idiot who stole my wallet. It was my irresponsibility and fault for passing out, and no one else’s. Katie was just saying hello.” It’s a lie, and we both know it.
“Chased them? Someone stole your wallet? Do you know who it was?” he questions.
“Yep. Not my smartest move. He was too far off to really recognize, but I’m positive I’ve never seen his face before yesterday. Could have been someone passing through or a fisherman visiting the lake. Speaking of, I need to go fill Andrew in on that before he heads off to work.”
I turn toward the door, my fingers twisted around the knob when Max quietly says, “All of it, Jo. I’m sorry about all of it.” I hear him going down the porch steps to his car, but I refuse to turn around. I lean my head against the door for a moment before pushing my way inside, catching my breath and denying myself a good cry.
I walk back into the kitchen where Andrew and MB are perched on the island bar stools, looking at me expectantly.
“Oh, now you two want to be a part of the conversation?” I throw my hands toward the stove where they hid for cover earlier.
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About the Author:North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.
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