Release date: September 1, 2019
Subgenre: Time Travel Romance
About Three Days:
His future will be her past, three days at a time...
Once every nine years, Chase Matthews and Patricia Wellesley find themselves compelled to step out of their normal lives and into each other's for three days of passion, desire, and curiosity at the strange phenomenon that binds them together. Outside of those three days, each has a normal life: a career, a family, love, loss, trials and triumphs, yet the universe seems determined to conceal them from one another.
Neither understands what is happening, only that as one of them moves forward through time, growing nine years older, the other moves backward, somehow becoming nine years younger, forcing them to question the potential pitfalls of revealing each other's futures--futures that might not be set in stone, but could potentially cause the collapse of reality itself if the unknown rules they are bound by are broken.
Once every nine years, Chase Matthews and Patricia Wellesley find themselves compelled to step out of their normal lives and into each other's for three days of passion, desire, and curiosity at the strange phenomenon that binds them together. Outside of those three days, each has a normal life: a career, a family, love, loss, trials and triumphs, yet the universe seems determined to conceal them from one another.
Neither understands what is happening, only that as one of them moves forward through time, growing nine years older, the other moves backward, somehow becoming nine years younger, forcing them to question the potential pitfalls of revealing each other's futures--futures that might not be set in stone, but could potentially cause the collapse of reality itself if the unknown rules they are bound by are broken.
Excerpt:
“Any parting words?” he asked, trying to will the clock on the wall to turn back—or at least stop.
“I love you,” she whispered into his neck. “I’ll see you again in nine years, both from now and before now.”
“I love you too.” He looked away, using sheer willpower to keep his eyes dry. “I don’t know what else to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just hold me until they force me down the tunnel. Then get to your gate and think good thoughts about me until your flight leaves.”
“Okay, I promise. Good thoughts.”
They waited in silence, not caring that the seat divider dug into their arms, unaware of anyone else in the airport, in the entire world, other than each other. Chase had so many words he wanted to say, but knew none of them could convey his feelings, even if he had a century to blurt them all out. Patricia held his hand, her head on his shoulder, her breathing relaxed. Her mind was in turmoil, but she wouldn’t allow her boiling emotions to betray her outer peace, ruining the last minutes they had together.
She fought to clamp down on the fantasy of simply standing up, pulling Chase along with her as they fled the airport together, and driving deep into the Rocky Mountains until they found a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Her grasp of dimensional bubbles or time travel had grown since Chase had first tried to explain what bound them together, but she was no closer to solving the mystery of their situation or what might happen if they willfully tried to break out of it. Patricia knew that as Chase grew older, he became more obsessed with it, but he had mentioned nine years earlier that she eventually would simply accept that they would never know.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the call over the loudspeaker that her flight was now ready to board. Wordlessly, she stood, Chase matching her movements as if they were marionettes in sync. She wanted to cry, to let the levy burst, the uncomfortable or angry stares that would come her way be damned. Instead, she crushed the urge with a bargain, a promise to her heart that once she was on the plane and it had taken off, only then would she allow herself to come apart at the seams. A quick glance up at Chase’s face told her that he was having the same fight within his head. She raised up on her toes and kissed him, at first a simple kiss, but one that became a timeless, explosive, infinite fire that could never be extinguished.
Then she was gone, her feet leading her down the tunnel to the waiting airplane. The urge to turn back one last time, to see his face one last time, was tempered by the heat on her lips from the last kiss they would share for another nine years.Amazon
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