About the Book
When reporter Kate Brogan and her ex-husband vice cop Matthew Kelly both end up investigating local psychic Olga Limas, Kate realizes the fluff piece of journalism she’d anticipated might just turn into something more.
Out to debunk the woman’s claim of being able to guide séance participants into the future, both Kate and Matt’s skepticism is put to the test when they find themselves transported to 2065.
Certain the only one they can truly trust is each other, Kate and Matt form an alliance that quickly stirs more intimate and loving memories. Just as they are about to be shown the way home, a presidential assassination puts their lives –and their chances of a ‘happily ever after’ — in jeopardy.
Note: Time and Again has gone to a second printing with updated/additional content.
© 2016 Nancy Fraser
Read an Excerpt
What’s happening here? Why are we climbing this thing? Exactly, where are we?
“Matt?” she called out.
Kate let the slip pass in favor of asking, “What if we really did get transported somewhere? Other than Madame Olga’s attic, I mean.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Then how do you explain a maze larger than your average attic, and climbing this…this ladder? We’re getting nowhere fast.”
Matt sighed deeply, and then stopped a moment to press his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose.
An old habit. She steeled herself against the memories conjured up by even the simplest of Matt’s gestures. Luckily, she didn’t have time to dwell on the past before they were moving again. Onward and upward…higher and higher. Just when she thought they’d never reach the top, Matt stopped.
“We’ve made it, Kate!”
“Made it where?”
“To the top of whatever. There’s a trap door.”
“Can you open it?”
“I think so.”
Matt flattened his hands against the metal door and pushed. Nothing happened. “This isn’t as easy as it looks. Maybe you’d better lend a hand.”
Reaching out, Matt took hold of her elbow, pulling her up to the next crossbar until they shared one rung, their legs touching thigh to thigh. Turning her around so that she stood balanced in front of him, he pressed her hands flat against the small, metal square and fanned his own hands over hers.
She closed her eyes and let the overwhelming heat of Matt’s body wash through her. Nothing’s changed. He can still jerk your heartstrings with little more than a touch.
“Okay, Kate, on the count of three, we push. Got it?”
“Yes, I’ve got it.”
“One,” Matt began, “two, three.”
At his mark, she pushed with all her might. Against her arms, his muscles bunched and strained. With a second effort, and then a third, they displaced the heavy lid and slid it to one side. Together, they stepped onto the next rung and poked their heads through the narrow opening.
“Holy Pulitzer Prize!”
“What the hell?” Matt said at the same time.
“What is all this, Matt?”
“I’m not sure, Cricket.”
Like the beam of a maritime sentry, a wide and bright light swept over them, temporarily blinding them, instinctively forcing her backward and into Matt’s arms. The beam swung to the left and then to the right, illuminating a vast room filled with blinking lights and computers. A small, circular drone buzzed around the room. The high tech set up resembled something straight out of Star Wars.
“Where are we?” Matt wondered aloud, his lips hovering close to her ear. The eerie uncertainty of his question sent a chill down her back.
“More importantly,” she responded, her voice filled with a nervous excitement, “when are we?”
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