Title: Aimee’s Locket
Author: P.L. Parker
Genre: Time travel romance/Western
An antique ivory locket catapults Aimee Reynolds back to the year 1847. Alone in St. Louis, Missouri, she has to find a way to get home to present day Seattle. She needs a suitable male willing to marry her or be left behind when the emigrant train departs for the Oregon Territory. Jake Marshall, scout for the Markham Party, is the perfect, if unwilling choice. Undaunted by his overt rudeness, Aimee entices Jake to the alter, promising her diamond earrings as payment for a marriage of convenience. Properly wed, she secures passage on the wagon train, and discovers her future may be in the past.
Maudie left late in the afternoon to shop for groceries, leaving Aimee to fend for herself and enjoy some well-deserved alone time. Sitting by the kitchen stove, she cupped the locket to her cheek, daydreaming about Mom, Dad, Sara, and lastly, her darling Jake. Over the last few months, she’d posted three more letters, but still no word. Either the letters had been lost in transit or he was refusing to answer. She couldn’t blame him if he was, but her heart ached for him. Very soon, a new little life would come into the world and that little life needed a father.
Too many bittersweet memories welled up, washing her in waves of loneliness and despair. Her self-control died. Wailing, gnashing her teeth, she rocked back and forth, face buried against the locket. Life was so unfair! She’d been a good person, or so she thought, so why was she being punished? Why did she have to lose everything and end up in this Godforsaken place? Whatever sins she’d committed in her short life weren’t so great that she had to atone for all eternity. God couldn’t be that cruel! Grief-stricken, she gave vent to all the pent-up emotions buried for so long. So great was her pain, she at first didn’t notice feeling dizzy and disoriented. Mind spinning, she opened tear-blurred eyes, gasping as she focused. A fleeting image, the mere blink of an eye, flashed across her vision, a startled woman danced in front of her, fading as quickly as it began. The woman was dressed in modern clothing! Of that, she was sure! She’d somehow opened the veil between the present and the future again, and she hadn’t been ready. Screaming, she stood up, stepping towards the void, groping blindly for the veiled abyss.
“For God’s sake,” Maudie exclaimed as she stepped into the room, slapping her forehead and collapsing into a nearby chair. “I must be tired’rn I thought.”
“Wha . . . .?” Confused and upset, she turned, peering at the baffled Maudie.
“I coulda sworn I saw right through you,” Maudie struggled to catch her breath. “Maybe I need spectacles or something.”
“You saw through me?”
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Thankful for my children and grandchildren, for all the blessings I have. Thankful for my health and the health of my family. So many things to be thankful for. Not enough time to mention them all.
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Who doesn’t love a time travel Western romance, with the addition of cowboys, Indians, the Oregon Trail and happy endings? No one that I know. Aimee is a modern girl thrown back into the past and the only way she thinks she can get home is to make it to Seattle where the adventure began. Big problem. Seattle isn’t yet on the map in 1847. Love and the promise of a future, that’s what Aimee wants.
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I write stories with alpha males and strong, determined women. I am a dreamer, an avid reader of fiction, a sometimes gardener and an inept crafter. I live in Idaho. I have three sons, two daughters-in-law, a granddaughter and little grandson. Over the years, I taught and performed dance but as time passed, I decided to try my hand at a new endeavor - writing. I enjoy life and all its promises.
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