This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rachel Dacus will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
I will be reviewing this book shortly so please look out for my review.
Liv Pomeroy’s high hopes and lavish lifestyle come horribly undone when her fiancé runs off with her maid of honor. Swearing off love forever, she goes on a summer escape to Florence, Italy. Agreeing to help her cousin May raise funds for an art restoration project, Liv is astonished to find they share a genetic gift for undoing time. Soon she’s joining a team of time travelers who rescue history from those who would change it. And fighting her attraction to a sexy time traveling colleague, who just might turn out to be working for the wrong side in the American Revolution. A thrilling tale of time travel, romance, and espionage.
Read an Excerpt
He turned to look at her, his brown eyes wide, but his brows pulled together in concern. “Are you going to be okay?”
The smoke from the 1906 earthquake was thick in the air. She repressed a choke. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you cold? You look like you’re shivering.”
That wasn’t why she was shivering Liv looked down at her clothes and was startled to find herself swathed in a long skirt of heavy silk brocade. Her petticoat rustled its many folds. She was encased in so many layers, she might have been wearing an overcoat to shield her from the wind.
“I’m not cold.”
She turned again and looked down the hill, seeing the ferry building and docks, a familiar landmark. Her emotions calmed.
A man in a bowler hat passed them.
“What’s happening?” Tom asked.
“You’re aware, surely,” the man said. “You see the smoke, the rubble. Pardon me, I must find my family.”
He scooted down the hill.
“In a matter of days, people begin to thirst and even starve,” Tom said. “Half the city is homeless. I just wanted to know if that fellow was a helper.”
“A helper?”
“San Franciscans who had something left began to help the others. The city grew together under the devastation. I wasn’t kidding when I said half of everyone here is homeless, or nearly so.”
Liv couldn’t reply. The enormity of what she was seeing choked her. Tears rolled down her face, and when she wiped them away, soot came off her hand. Her face must have already grown gray with the ash from fires. Tom’s had too.
About the Author:RACHEL DACUS writes about history, love, romance, and art – usually with a touch of the supernatural. If time travel were possible, she’d hop over to Renaissance Rome, and then check out how the American Revolutionary War is going, and maybe visit an 18th century London artist’s studio. A poet and novelist, Dacus has published four novels and four poetry collections. When not writing, she listens to music, new and old, from indie and progressive rock to classical and jazz. Once a dancer, she’s now an avid walker, often twice a day -- once for the Muse and once for the world’s liveliest Silky Terrier. She blogs about the writing life and has collected a wealth of writing and publishing resources.
Website
Twitter
Facebook
He turned to look at her, his brown eyes wide, but his brows pulled together in concern. “Are you going to be okay?”
The smoke from the 1906 earthquake was thick in the air. She repressed a choke. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you cold? You look like you’re shivering.”
That wasn’t why she was shivering Liv looked down at her clothes and was startled to find herself swathed in a long skirt of heavy silk brocade. Her petticoat rustled its many folds. She was encased in so many layers, she might have been wearing an overcoat to shield her from the wind.
“I’m not cold.”
She turned again and looked down the hill, seeing the ferry building and docks, a familiar landmark. Her emotions calmed.
A man in a bowler hat passed them.
“What’s happening?” Tom asked.
“You’re aware, surely,” the man said. “You see the smoke, the rubble. Pardon me, I must find my family.”
He scooted down the hill.
“In a matter of days, people begin to thirst and even starve,” Tom said. “Half the city is homeless. I just wanted to know if that fellow was a helper.”
“A helper?”
“San Franciscans who had something left began to help the others. The city grew together under the devastation. I wasn’t kidding when I said half of everyone here is homeless, or nearly so.”
Liv couldn’t reply. The enormity of what she was seeing choked her. Tears rolled down her face, and when she wiped them away, soot came off her hand. Her face must have already grown gray with the ash from fires. Tom’s had too.
Website
For insider news and subscriber-only info, subscribe to my occasional Newsletter. I promise not to spam and your in-box will only see an email from me every 3 or 4 months or so - unless of course I have something really Newsworthy to share! I also promise that I never have and never will share your information or email address with anyone or any organisation. http://madmimi.com/signups/196357/join
