Together Again --- released with Wild Rose Press on May 13th, 2011) by Mimi Barbour (read books for money txt) š
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Together Again--4th in the Vicarage Bench Series -- To be released May 13, 2011 from The Wild Rose Press
Traveling forward in time, Dani Howard's spirit becomes magically united with reporter, Troy Brennan. He's everything a girl could want in a man, and during their time together, she falls deeply in love. Though she must return to her own body, she gains his promise to come to her birthday party in seven days time where they will meet in person and continue their romance.
Troy can't believe he's fallen for a sixteen-year-old spirit invader. He's so infatuated that when renowned author, beautiful Ellie Ward, comes on to him, as attractive as he finds her, he's honor bound to stay true to his young loveāor is he?
Excerpt:
āSo this is what the inside of the pub looks like. Iāve wondered.ā
āWhy would you care?ā
āBeing itās a sanctified adult area, all kids want to know what goes on here. Some of my mates got phoney cards and have tried to get in, but they were I.D.ed and thrown out.ā
āAnd so they should be. Itās no place for youngsters.ā
āIām a youngster. Iām here.ā
āYeah! But youāre with me, and if thereās any nonsense going on you shouldnāt see, Iāll close my eyes.ā
Erupting giggles tickled him. He lowered his head and stared at the beer-foamed glass in his hand so no one could see the silly grin fighting to appear on his face.
Dani, the bane of his existence, made him laugh more than anyone else heād ever known. And she was only sixteen years old.
āIām not a child, you know. And Iām almost seventeen.ā
āSo tell me, Miss Methuselah, how did you get inside me? Are you ever going to explain? Iām thinking to take out a long-term lease if youāre planning to homestead.ā
She teased right back.ā Youāll have to co-sign for me, ācause Iām underage.ā
āWhoa! Iāve never met anyone who can play the age game better than you. Youāre an adult when it suits you, but reverting back to childhood when you feel the need doesnāt bother you at all.ā He loved hearing her cheeky laughter, but not nearly as much as he liked the warmth flooding over his internal self. Exuberance filled him, and he had to admit to getting hooked on the high.
āYou are so easy, Troy. Iām gonna hate to leave you. But I guess Iāll have to, since tomorrowās Saturday, and thatās the day weāll be able to undo the switch. Right. Here goesāand donāt interrupt, no matter how silly it seems. The fact is ā well, it really is the rose bush.ā
āYouāre still trying to feed me that baloney. The rose bush! I thought we settled that subject. Next youāll be saying itās magical.ā
āIt is.ā Her voice strongly emphasised the last word.
He filtered through his senses systematically. And was forced to accept one thing. She was telling the truth. A magic rose bush! āHoly cow!ā
āAccording to my uncleās notes, if I understood them correctly, and I think I did, I read them twice andāā
āDani...ā
āRight! Heāll have my body near his rose bushāthe one I pricked my finger on, at precisely twelve noon each Saturday until the changeover occurs to get me back there. Heāll prick my finger in hopes that you will also prick yours at the same time. He knows Iām aware of the magic and how it works, because heāll know I read all his notes about a similar case he investigated last year. I accidentally knocked them off his table, the notes that is, and probably didnāt get them back in their correct order. Itās what started this whole thing.ā
āAnd youāre sure itāll happen?ā
āNo. But itās what I gathered from going through his papers, and it worked for two other women who had the same experience.ā
āGreat! Tomorrow! Weāll be there early.ā
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He had hurt her feelings.
She shut herself off, hiding away so he couldnāt feel the devastating ache that clutched at her and made her gasp. Tears, a physical reaction to release overwhelming pain, werenāt available to her. Emotions too advanced for a young girl tore away rose-coloured glasses, wounding, maturing. Her almost seventeen-year-old psyche had started connecting to him in a way that confused her. Every moment sheād shared his life, little bits of her soul had shifted to him until there wasnāt much left he didnāt own.
Publication Date: 03-17-2011
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