"This is a sweet innocent time-travel story. Our heroine is a teenager with an unhappy family life and a best friend who is not pleased with her new interest.An entertaining book for younger readers." - Petula, Goodreads
Description:Published: March 5th, 2018
Abby Parker planned out her whole life: complete her final year of high school, go to college, get a job, move away from her insane family, stay best friends with Jessica.
But, that was before she broke into the nearby tourist attraction and unwittingly answered a call from a centuries-old spirit who dragged her into the 19th century.
Now she must solve a Victorian mystery without getting herself killed, or worse, spend a lifetime trapped in the past, leaving behind everyone she loves and altering their lives forever.
When she meets gorgeous Benjamin, the future looks a lot like wreckage.
EXCERPT
I looked for a lock on the door but there wasn't one. All I needed was for Dr. Edgecombe to walk in and see me naked, even if he was a real doctor or a real delusion. I stripped while listening for footsteps and placed my torn and dirty clothes in a pile beside the washbasin table. The porcelain pitcher was filled to the brim with water, seemingly prepared for unexpected guests. I poured it all into the basin.
A small box that read LYE SOAP had been placed on two woven facecloths and one towel. I dipped one of the cloths into the water and felt the ring slip to my knuckle. I ran the washcloth over my hands before scrubbing every other part of me. It was when I dried myself with the extremely scratchy towel that I noticed the sparkling luster of the ring's silver. I squinted at it uncertainly. Nothing made any sense. I needed to get into that bed.
Plopping onto the mattress, my body sank gently into the feathery stuffing until I was sure I'd never been that comfortable in my life. I grabbed the side of the bedspread, pulled it over me, and fixated on the ceiling for what felt like the longest time, counting the circular knots in the wood − and that's when I must have dozed off.
"Are you awake, Abigail?" Martha's voice seeped through the door.
I opened my eyes, one at a time, to the ceiling. Still in Victorian Town. "Yes, I think so."
"Dinner is almost ready. You must be famished."
Dinner? I must have slept for hours. "Oh, okay. I'll just be a few minutes."
"Do take your time, Abigail. I have given you a respectful allotment of advance notice."
The latch secured to the chest at the bottom of the bed was easy to open. However, the solid wood lid was heavier than I imagined and difficult to raise. I heaved until it stayed upright, then peered at the contents. Linens and clothes in a multitude of colors and prints were folded with exactness and nestled in layers. On top of everything was a red dress.
"Will have to do." I lifted it from the trunk and placed it on the bed. It had a fitted waist and a wide full skirt with buttons that ran up the front from the midsection to the lace trim on the collar. I then took out everything that looked like underwear and placed each item beside the dress. Every piece of clothing appeared lovingly cared for. There was nothing at all in the trunk that resembled a bra, and the closest thing to clean panties I was going to get were the pajama-style pantalettes Martha had mentioned. They reached almost to my ankles and were sewn together along the inside seam until reaching the crotch, where they were just, well, open, so I don't think spinster aunt had mended them very well.
Great read! by Sarah RutterHonestly couldn't put this book down. I kept telling myself "just one more chapter" but then I'd read five! Overall a really great read.
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Nancy Thorne is an award-winning author of fiction inspired by the romance, courage and struggles of youth.
Born and raised in a suburb of Toronto, she fostered a passion for creating stories in grade school but hid it much too well. Five years ago she stepped away from the pediatric health care field to pursue her lifelong dream of telling them.
When she's not writing books or reading, she's dreaming.
Nancy lives outside of Toronto with her husband, two sons and an incredibly energetic fox-red labrador.
She loves to hear from her readers, even just to say hi.
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