Jane Austen Time Traveler
by Rachel Dacus
Lonely Regency romance writer travels to the future, meets her fans, dips into a pearly swimming pool, and falls for its owner. Can she ever go home again…
If Jane Austen’s novels had never ever existed, would we have rom-com movies and women’s fiction? But the young writer is discouraged by a publisher’s rejection and ready to give up writing. And an unwelcome marriage proposal she has rashly accepted spells her doom.
Someone must save history and Jane Austen! When a stranger calls and claims to be an interested publisher, a desperate Jane agrees to go with him to his office. That office turns out to be in the future. And it's not an office, but a bookstore in southern California in 2024 where fans of Jane Austen gather every month to discuss her works.
Jane greets the Jane Austen Superfan Club, only to find that superfans can be super picky. Discouraged by their critiques, Jane wants different adventures. Even deadly, dangerous ones. And oh, yes! Romantic ones.
Her “publisher” had hoped to inspire Jane’s writing by showing her a book club devoted to her writing. But when she meets a tall, handsome superfan, Jane decides to chart her own course. She disappears with her new friend, and history may have to save itself …
EXCERPT (Exclusive Excerpt):
She kept her face completely still until he laughed, and the warmth of his breath made her shiver. He leaned over and put his lips to hers. Just a touch, but startling. No one of the opposite sex had ever touched Jane, except her father, or in roughhouse play with her brothers, or clasping gloved hands while dancing. Will’s mouth on hers was a new world, more exotic than palm trees and the painted Mexican restaurant.
His lips pressed harder and yet felt softer. He wasn’t in rushing, but he was changing the kiss. She was as lost as if she had sailed to the far ends of the earth. Her skin tingled as his kiss went on and his hands pulled her waist to press her body to his. No one had ever embraced her like this, not even Tom LeFroy. Time had stopped. She wished it never to start again.
But it did. Will drew back, his hands trailing away from her waist to catch her hands. “Good night,” he said. “Sleep well. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.”
As the door closed, the effects of the Margarita Punch left her head completely. She made her way to the bed and had just enough energy to pull back the cover before she fell straight onto it and sighed into a deep, forgetting sleep.
RACHEL DACUS writes about history, love, family, and art -- with a touch of magic. Rachel is the author of both prose and poetry. When she’s not writing or reading, she listens to music and walks through the beautiful San Francisco Bay Area, where she lives with her architect husband and a lively Silky Terrier. She blogs about books and the writing life.
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