Time-Travel Regency Romance
Amy stared at the portrait dancing in front of her.
She reached out to grab hold of it, steadying it. Or at least making it shake in tune with the rest of her body. The image could have almost been a mirror. But more disturbing was the fact that it looked like another picture she had.
A photo. The only image she had ever had of her mother not faded by time and memory.
Taken by a helpful nurse at the hospital just after Amy was born, she recognized the same features as the ones she had secretly stared at for hours after she’d been orphaned. The same red hair and green eyes sparkled back at her. Even the lone dimple on her left cheek.
It was her mother. Amelia Price.
And she was wanted for murder.
As far as Amy Price knew, she was just a normal girl from Los Angeles. An orphan, left alone after the death of her mother years ago. Little did she know the truth of her mother's past. Nor did she know that she would soon come face to face with it. Sent back in time to the past her mother escaped, Amy must either face what her mother couldn't, or find a way back home. Though the handsome man intent on seeing justice met isn't helping any.
Praise for Once Upon a Lifetime…
“Very creative story line with fun and romance along the way.”
“It was completely worth it. If you have any doubts, drop them, pick up the book, and read.”
“I read it completely in one sitting, I just had to know how it ended.”
“Patrick O’Flannigan’s me name.”
Focusing her gaze back on the small man before her, Amelia studied him and his strange appearance. Her grandmother had told her of the wee folk that once lived in her homeland of Ireland. Warned her never to trust them. The older woman always whispered this seriously, a hint in her eyes of a story from before she had come to England. But Amelia never knew more. Could this little man be one of them she had been warned against? But what was he doing in England?
“You seem to be a long way from home.”
The little man’s eyes sparkled and she knew she had guessed right. “As are you, wee lass. It seems you’ve got yourself into a spot of trouble now.”
Cold dread spilled over her. Did he know? Did he know what had happened in the library? Could she trust him to keep her secret? To help her out of this mess? The clattering of horse hooves nearby forced her to make a quick decision.
Choosing to ignore her grandmother’s warnings, she forged on before she could change her mind. “Can you help me? I have to leave here. D-do you know of somewhere I can go?”
A crooked smile appeared on the wizened face, revealing stubby yellow teeth. He crossed his short arms in front of him and looked thoughtful for a moment. “How far do ye want to go?”
“Far enough that no one will find me. Where no one will know me,” she whispered. Another image of Charles’s lifeless face skipped across her mind. “I can’t…I mean, I have no need to come back.”