Monday, May 22, 2017

Spinning Time by D. F. Jones



Spinning Time, A Time Travel Romance
D.F. Jones

Genre: Time Travel Romance, Time Travel

ISBN-10: 0-9861227-7-7
ISBN-13:978-0-9861227-7-4
ASIN: B06XGLX8WP

Print Length: 303 pages

Publisher: Jones Media 

Publication Date: May 9, 2017

Description:

A love story that transcends time...

1948

Southern debutante, Julia Boatwright has everything a twenty-one-year-old desires, a wealthy family, close friends, and Phillip, her handsome fiancé.

Until one day, Julia plunges into the deep pools of Burkett Falls trapped in a natural time portal that propels her seventy years into the future.

Julia and Phillip live decades apart, but their love for each other keep them fighting to find a way to reunite.

ATTRA (Alien Time Travel Research Agency) Commander Adams runs a secret agency controlling time events, and she wants Julia.

Julia holds the key that may break the time space barrier into the distant past shaping the future outcome for the inhabitants of Earth.

With the help of time tracker, Ruben Callaway, and his team, a window of time approaches which may allow Julia to spin through a loop of time between the parallel universes back home.

Will Julia find her way home before time runs out?

"If you love time travel romance, drama, and thriller suspense novels, this book is a must read!"


Excerpt from Spinning Time by D. F. Jones releases May 09, 2017



1948, Burkett Falls, North Carolina
Standing with Phillip and Sloane on the sandy beach next to the blue pools of Burkett Falls, Julia said, “On the count of three, we’ll jump in together.”
Phillip yelled, “Three.”
Phillip, Julia, and Sloane ran and jumped into the chilly water. Julia plunged head first, taking long breaststrokes toward the Falls while Phillip and Sloane swam behind her.
Once the trio made it to the cliffs, next to the Falls, Sloane pulled herself up on the flat rock and sat on the edge. She tilted her face to the sun and said, “I don't think you need to climb behind the Falls. The current is too fast from the storms last night.”
“Aw, baby sis, let the good times roll. I want to stand under the Falls and wash my hair.” Julia and Phillip climbed to the natural stone steps leading to the back of the waterfall. She turned back to Sloane and yelled, “Come on, Sloane. It’ll be fun!”
Sloane shook her head no.
Phillip held Julia’s hand and said, “Maybe, we should listen to your sister.”
Julia shook her hand loose from Phillip and giggled. “You chicken?” Right before she stepped behind the Falls, Julia blew Phillip a kiss and said, “I love you.” The water rushing over the cliffs felt harder and faster than she remembered. Standing directly under the Falls, Julia stretched her arms out and up toward the sky.
Then she slipped on a rock and fell.
Julia heard Phillip yell out, “Grab a rock, grab anything, I’m coming, Julie.”
Julia couldn’t hold on. The force of the rushing water cascading over the Falls made her plunge deeper and deeper into the blackness of the pool. Julia tried with all her might to swim to the surface, but it was no use, the Falls kept pushing her further down.
Nearing death, her lungs threatening to explode, Julia witnessed images from her past, present, and future seemingly paralyzed in what appeared to be a timeless state of mind. Julia didn't realize that time, or the essence of time manipulated around her. Julia fell forward into a prism of colored particles in reds, pinks, blues, and greens wrapping and bending in a spinning tunnel with no end.
Oddly, Julia could breathe again, which was strange in and of itself, as the brightly colored lights swirled around her. She thought of the tornado in The Wizard of Oz,
Then someone grabbed her hand, pulling her up—and into the twenty-first century.


Chapter 4

Present Day, Burkett Falls

A man tucked Julia under his arm while swimming sidestrokes to the sandy rock beach. He picked her up by the waist and placed her on a flat rock and then pulled himself up beside her. Julia stared at him in disbelief totally shocked by her surroundings. She knew him, didn’t she?
Julia openly stared at the man beside her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The man looked exactly like Phillip except with blond hair and blue eyes.
He gently touched her shoulder and said, “You’re in shock. God knows how long you were underwater. Are you able to talk?”
In a split second, everything in Julia’s life changed. The only thing familiar was the majestic Burkett Falls. Concrete picnic tables and wrought iron grills were located around their property and filled with people she didn’t know. Phillip’s look-a-like guided her to one of the maple trees and pointed to the patchwork quilt. Tears flowed from her eyes because the quilt belonged to Phillip. He said, “Please sit down. I have some bottled water.”
Julia began to hyperventilate. Bottled water? Julia watched him rummage through what appeared to be a large purse or satchel but followed his request because her legs could give out any second. She trembled with fear and felt numb, completely numb. Void of feeling and at a loss for words. Her throat burned as he handed her the bottle of water. Not glass, hmmm. Her voice hoarse, she said, “Do you have a bottle opener?”
He reached over and twisted the top off with his hand and tilted his head. “What’s your name? Are you here with someone?”
Julia turned the bottle up and greedily drank the water. The thumping of loud drum music made her glance over her left shoulder, and she saw a group of scantily clad teenagers. A young man loudly recited a poem of sorts to the beats and waved his hand up in the air. Wizard of Oz….
Maybe I’m dead and this is hell.
Julia looked back at the man and said, “What’s in the black box?” He held it in his right
hand.
“It’s a phone? You know, a mobile. Maybe, I should call an ambulance. You may have
hit your head.”
Julia shook her head no. No, no, no. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up. “That’s a phone?” She closed her eyes and said, “Tell me, do the Boatwrights still live in the plantation house?”
“Boatwrights? Come on. You’re kidding me. What’s your name?” He took another bottle of water out of the bag and handed it to her. Julia twisted the top like he’d done. It worked, and the top screwed off. After finishing the bottle of water, she handed the empty bottle back to him.


Julia drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I’m Julia Boatwright.”
The man choked on the water he drank, spewing it out on the ground. He began to laugh. “Good one. Then you’re a legend around these parts.” Still chuckling, he shook his head in apparent disbelief.
With the tilt of her head, Julia said, “Do I look happy to you? Am I laughing? And why in the Sam Hill would I be a legend?” Julia watched his fingers rapidly tap on the bright light of the telephone. “What are you doing?”
“I’m googling you.” He rubbed his eyes with his fingers. “It’s really you! Fuuuck!”
What the hell is googling?
Julia abruptly stood up and shouted, “Well, I’ve never in my whole life heard anyone use that kind of crude language. You, sir, have no manners.”
He stood, panting, and suddenly became very pale. “Wait, I’m sorry. Look, and read this article. You’ll know why you’re a legend.”
Julia frowned at him and grabbed the box out of his hand. There was a photo of her senior high school picture. The headline read, Burkett Falls Annual Celebration of Julia Boatwright. Under her photo, she read 1948-2017. Tears spilled as she read the rest of the article describing her disappearance into thin air.
Her parents were dead.
The annual celebration brought folks in from everywhere. Psychics and sĂ©ances tried annually to revive her spirit from the other side. Julia felt like she’d swallowed a box of rocks. She said, “What’s your name?”
Julia had known before he answered, “Phillip Andrew Clayborn, the third. My friends call me, Andy.”
Julia walked toward the cliffs with her arms wrapped around her waist. She couldn’t believe it. Phillip must’ve married someone else and had a child. Andy walked up behind her and reached for her hand. She turned around and wiped the tears out of her eyes. “Sloane, is she still alive?”
“Yes. Sloane is still alive. She lives in Sunnyside Meadows, a place for the elderly.
Please sit back down.” Andy led her back to the quilt.
She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Who did Phillip marry? Is he still alive?” Julia began to sob, and he rubbed her back.
“Phillip married Amelia Grierson, and sadly, he’s no longer with us. It’s okay. We’ll figure something out. You got here. Surely there’s a way to get back.” Andy gently turned her shoulders around to face him tracing his fingers along her jawline. “I can’t believe it’s you. My grandfather loved you until the day he died.”


Julia jerked away from Andy and interrupted with sarcasm, “I’m sure Amelia just loved that. What did he do, wait a month? A year? How long did he wait before he got married?” She became increasingly angry thinking about Phillip doing the same things to her sorority sister that he did to her last night.
It was last night, for crying out loud. She shouted, “Your grandfather asked me to marry him last night. Not more than an hour ago, Phillip asked my father for my hand.” She pointed to the pool of water. “We swam in there, minutes ago, and now, you’re telling me, Phillip’s dead. That he married one of my friends, and you’re his grandson. My parents are dead, and—and my baby sister is an old woman. And you, you look just like him by the way.”
She shook her left fist to the sky. “Is this some cosmic joke? Life cheated me.” Julia began to ugly cry.
Andy picked her up in his arms and brought her to what she assumed was his car. “Get in.
I’ll be right back.”
Julia got in and watched as he ran back to the tree, snatched up the quilt and his bag, and raced back to the car. He opened the driver side door and threw his stuff in the back seat before sliding behind the wheel.
Gripping the steering wheel, Andy turned toward her and said, “We can’t tell a single soul who you are. Do you understand?” She shook her head no. “The discovery that you traveled through time would create a fuuu—well, a freaking media circus. Heck, the government would get involved. Mass hysteria and riots in the streets. You’re living breathing proof of Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. Sorry, I’m totally whacked out. I need a beer. Do you drink?”
With a slight upturn of her lips, Julia replied, “Shoot yeah, I drink. But don’t you think I need some clothes? Or do people today walk around half-naked like those people over there?”
Andy burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny. But this is too crazy and people today wear pretty much whatever they want. It’s nothing like your day.”
“My day? Oh, good lord.”
Andy drove his spaceship-looking car through the farm, which looked the same as it did this morning.
Then Julia spotted her house, and she shouted, “Stop. Stop the car.” The entrance sign read Boatwright Plantation House and Museum. “Pull into the driveway. I need inside the house.”
Andy said, “It’s closed. They only open the house on the weekends. It’s Monday, so I’m pretty sure no one is up there.”
Julia faced him with her chin quivering and begged, “Please pull up to the house. I know how to get in.”


Andy parked his fancy spaceship car in the circular drive. Julia looked at the door for a second before pulling the lever. “You can sit here. I won’t be long.” She ran barefoot to the house trying her best to rein in her emotions. She needed inside the house and in her dad’s study.
Think, Julia.
Andy ran up behind her. “You’re not going in there. It’s called breaking and entering in today’s world.”
Julia looked at her home, but it wasn’t hers anymore. The house seemed cold and empty.
Her home had always been so warm and inviting. Julia stood at the bottom of the very steps she’d walked down this morning. She thought of her argument with Bunny, and how Bunny relented and accepted Phillip. All of it was gone.
Julia went to the side of the house, got down on one knee, and felt for the spare key under the first right pier. Ha! It was still there. She walked to the side door of the house near the kitchen, placed the key into the keyhole and turned the knob, then pushed the door open. “I told you I knew where they hid the key. Are you coming with me or are you going to stand there with your mouth hanging open?”
He said unreservedly, “For a woman born in 1927, you’re very outspoken. Let’s pray the museum doesn’t have security cameras or we’ll both get arrested.”
Julia turned swiftly and stared him straight in the eye. “I said I would go in alone. That’s my house, regardless of what the sign reads at the entrance.”

Julia’s world turned upside down in a mere thirty minutes. Andy briefly explained that Burkett Falls was a public park, and her home had been placed on the National Historic Register. A museum for strangers and she was some mythical legend the town of Burkett Falls celebrated once a year.

About the Author

After graduating Middle Tennessee State University, D.F. Jones landed a job as a broadcast consultant at the ABC Affiliate in Nashville, which led her opening an advertising agency. Over the years, she’s created many campaigns for clients and still enjoys developing marketing materials.

However, in December of 2010, D. F. Jones became a caregiver for her parents. There’s nothing quite like facing mortality to shake up one’s life. She began my writing her first novel in the late Fall of 2014.

Writing is a source of creative expression, but it also releases stress for D. F. Jones. Writing takes her to a place where anything is possible, and fiction takes D.F. Jones to a place made of dreams.

D.F. Jones is happily married to the love of her life and best friend, KJ. They have two gorgeous grown sons she loves and adores more than life itself. D.F. Jones loves to laugh, and her husband keeps her in stitches!

D.F. Jones is a fan of the Tennessee Titans, MTSU Blue Raiders and she enjoys working in her flower gardens.

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