Twisting Time - The first book in a series by Luann Lewis.
When the past and the future are twisted, can two people’s fate become entwined?
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During the Cold War, ruthless and cynical British operative David Morse is sent to northern Alaska, where he meets Miri Smith who is supposedly researching arctic water systems. As a seasoned agent, David has kidnapped, killed, sabotaged, and even seduced in order to obtain information. He plies his tricks on Miri and what he finds out could change his life—or ruin it. Her secret will twist the couple from 1967 back to 1959 and result in a deadly confrontation as they try to reach for an unimaginable future.
EXCERPT FROM TWISTING TIME:
David boarded the plane at Thule Air Force base, none too pleased to be flying from frozen Greenland straight through to the bitter cold of Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage. Yet being the only available British operative already in the Arctic, he was the obvious choice for the assignment. He had a long journey ahead of him to reach his destination.
At Anchorage, a charter plane awaited to take him to Barrow. From Barrow, he would be traveling by snowmobile, given the weather. At least he didn’t have to go via dogsled. He had done that plenty of times, but when snowmobiles became viable in ’65, his people had acquired a fair amount of the speedy things. He no longer had to deal with trying to hire sleds and teams every time he was sent to the blasted frigid north.
“Are you comfortable, Mr. Morse?” A young Airman offered him a blanket.
“Thank you, yes.” He took the scratchy thing, spreading the short scrap over his long legs. I could do with a double shot of brandy about now.
With one hand, he lit a cigarette, and with the other, he opened the folder in his lap. The name David Morse was on the British passport he currently held. Admiral Jensen, his handler, figured he might as well keep the same moniker for this next assignment.
Why couldn’t he have a mission in the Mediterranean somewhere? At least his destination was Snow Owl Cabin, which meant it would be well-stocked. Those insane American operatives sometimes used Snow Owl for rest and relaxation. He couldn’t imagine who in the world would want to go to Snow Owl for a getaway, damned cold up
there. But the supplies they kept year-round would be an advantage for him. There was sure to be plenty of whiskey, some halfway decent canned food, and other semi-luxuries on hand. It could be worse.
COMING SOON: FACING FATE
Finding where you belong is profound. Facing where you belong can be unfathomable.
When David Morse steps one-hundred years into the future to be with the woman he loves, Miri Ableton, he enters utopia. So why doesn’t it feel like utopia? It's just the pain of going without whisky and cigarettes. He has to get used to being a new father. He has to adjust to being a novelty to those around him. And he haa to contend with a future mother-in-law who considers him an intruder. When the nightmares begin, it's obvious the past is trying to reach out to him. David’s friend, Melinda, agrees to help by stepping back through the time portal to face David’s double -- a dangerous man who has left David scarred and, at one time, nearly killed him. Melinda's fate, at this mystery man’s hands, could change the world.
EXCERPT FROM FACING FATE:
She peered over at John as he ordered his drink. He was so much like David, it was astounding. The grin, the curl of his hair, the sway of his hip as he leaned, waiting. Oh, Happy Days, he was handsome! Melinda just watched for a few minutes. Look at those blue eyes -- just like David’s. Now, somehow, she’d have to approach him. She realized she was staring, and he suddenly turned toward her, caught her glance, smiled and nodded. She nodded back then lifted her drink, like in the old movies. John seemed to chuckle, then when he got his drink, he lifted it to her too. Oh good, this was going well. But then he turned and went and sat at a different table, not by her.
Melinda wasn’t sure how to proceed. She supposed she’d just have to get up and go over to him. After all, she had a job to do. Probably another sip of this whisky stuff would make it easier. And it did. She had nearly finished the whole shot and was beginning to think she could do almost anything in the world.
She rose from the table, taking the last drops of the shot and her purse with her, and she approached John.
“Hello, Mr. Davidson, my name is Melinda Smith.”