A life must be lost. Who will make the ultimate sacrifice?
Lawson lives a simple life: a job at a brewery, and his basketball and hockey leagues. Even his eccentric lifelong friend and roommate—who is intent on discovering time travel—doesn’t complicate things. Then Jory appears. Lawson feels an immediate attraction to her, yet their attempts at dating end with him thinking it just isn’t meant to be. But Jory refuses to give up.
When one date ends tragically, Lawson turns to his best friend and the experimental time travel program he’s invented. But, no matter what he does, each time the reset ends with a loss.
It’s clear…a life must be lost, and Lawson is prepared to give his for Jory. But he isn’t the only one playing with time.
Will he spare Jory by forfeiting his own life? Or will someone else make the ultimate sacrifice?
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Excerpt:
Chapter
1
“So you’re going for
the stalker approach, I see.”
Lawson sighed and
shifted his gaze to the table. Der- rick was a jerk, but he was also right.
“She just moved here
from Washington.”
Despite himself, Lawson
raised an eyebrow and prompted for more information from his boss. Their boss.
“State or DC?”
“State. Some small town
east of the Cascades. I don’t remember the name.” Derrick took a big bite of
his ham- burger and only half chewed it before continuing. “She at- tended
Central Washington University, but didn’t graduate. She was going for a B.S. in
Craft Brewing. That’s the main reason she got the job. She’s qualified. The
fact that she’s smoking hot is just a bonus.”
Lawson cringed. “Pretty
sure admitting that you find her attractive is verging on illegal, dude.”
Derrick shrugged.
“Probably. Hell, not finding you at-
tractive could probably get me in trouble these days.”
Lawson snorted. His
gaze wandered to Jory one more time. He’d barely said three words to her in the
few days she’d worked at the brewery. Her beauty intimidated him, making him
stammer like a pubescent teen. He seemed to be the only one having that
problem. She sat at a table with three guys from bottling and a girl from the
office. The guys looked like total vultures, with beady eyes and hunching
postures as if ready to pounce. But Jory appeared oblivious. She laughed at
their stories and seemed to share her own.
Why the hell was he
sitting with Derrick instead of at that table? He should have sat down with
them when he came into the break room. It would’ve been natural. Instead, he
slumped his big, bulky body into the corner like the stalker Derrick accused
him of being. The light that glinted off her auburn waves when she tossed her
head back to laugh made his fingers itch. The long line of her neck taunt- ed
him: I know you want to taste me.
Curling his hands into
fists, he tipped his head forward so that his chin length hair made a curtain between
them and focused on his plate of food, deciding to finish his lunch fast and
get the hell back to work.
Derrick took a healthy
swig of his beer and slammed the pint down on the table with determination.
“I’m gonna ask her out.”
Lawson’s throat went
dry, and he almost choked. He forced his bite of food down before replying.
“You can’t, dude. You’re her boss. You can’t date her.”
“We just won’t tell
anyone.”
“You just told me.”
“Are you gonna run to the big wigs and
tell them?” “Well, no. But...” He wanted to come up with a compelling argument
against Derrick asking Jory out. Derrick was good looking and made more money,
and he had some weird charm that girls seemed to fall for all the time. If the
risk of losing his job wasn’t threat enough, Lawson was screwed. “Dude, I’d
hate to see you go.”
Derrick laughed. “I
guess it would be pretty stupid of me to put my job in jeopardy. It’s a sweet
gig.”
Lawson nodded, hopeful.
“Maybe I’ll fire her.”
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About the author:
***Straight to the heart***
LA Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure to sift through her storytelling brain. Learn more about LA and her work at ladragoni.com
