Title JUST IN TIME: AN OUT OF TIME STORY
Author Pauline Baird Jones
Genre Time Travel Romance, Action-Adventure, Scifi Time Travel
Book Blurb
He’s racing back to rescue the future. She’s trying to survive her present. Will the past doom their love?
Undisclosed location, present day. Fearless scientist and military pilot Ty Granger has dedicated his life to hunting down those who tamper with time. So when someone attempts to stop the development of a cutting-edge plane in 1954, he’s forced to make a risky jump back through a temporal vortex. But his mission takes a twist when he falls for the revolutionary device’s beautiful inventor…who only has days left to live.
Edwards Air Force Base, 1954. Alice Merriweather is desperate to prove her extraordinary creation can fly. So when a handsome stranger offers to be her test pilot, she overlooks his claim that he’s from the future. Fearing that a rival plans to sabotage her project, Alice risks trusting the mysterious man who treats her like an equal.
As history grows fragile, Ty fears the clock will expire on saving his love from her terrible fate. And though Alice has fallen hard for the futuristic man, she’s prepared to sacrifice her life if it means her radical work and the man she loves will survive.
With shadowy enemies threatening to erase Ty and Alice’s existence, will they find their happily ever after?
Just in Time is the captivating second book in the Out of Time science fiction romance series. If you like paradoxical plots, charming chemistry, and heart-wrenching encounters, then you’ll adore Pauline Baird Jones’ intriguing adventure.
Buy Just in Time to take a romantic flight today!
Excerpt:
The door opened and three women entered, two blondes maybe in their twenties and—
He stiffened, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe she’d been in one of the photos from the briefings? She seemed familiar to him, though he couldn’t connect her to anything specific. He was aware she was older than the twenty-somethings, her clothes somehow quieter in a field of bright. She pulled sunglasses off, a half smile edging her mouth as she looked around. With no evidence at all, Granger felt she was as bemused by the place as he’d been. Her hair was long and dark and pulled up and back so that it left her face exposed, with the bulk of her hair tumbling partway down her back like a mane. She gave off an aura of calm in the chaos, though as he watched, the smile faded and her lashes covered her eyes as she followed her companions through the press of people to the counter where he sat.
A strange sense of anticipation filled him at her approach. With even less evidence than before, he thought, I could like her.
Follow your gut, your instincts, Mel had told him, but he felt sure this was not the instinct she’d have wanted him to follow. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by—his thoughts splintered again when she slid onto the stool next to his and leaned her elbows on the counter, her clean scent finding him despite the myriad of smells already swirling around.
“A chocolate malt,” she said, her voice both rich and clear. “That’s all for now.”
He waited for her gaze to slide his direction, but instead she half turned toward the other two girls. He realized one of them was watching him in open speculation and when his gaze intersected with hers, she smiled with demure invitation. He rejected the idea he might be old enough to be her father, but she was still half child. And he hadn’t traveled back in time to get a date. Color heated his face for a moment and he looked down at his half-consumed malt, hoping it would provide a plan for him. It was getting about time he found a ride.
“Oh, there’s Jerry,” one of the voices said.
Granger slanted a careful look and saw, with relief, that it was his tormentor who’d had slid off the stool and hurried across the room. He wrapped his hands tighter around the malt, welcoming the cold chill of the glass against his palms.
“So what is the actual plan, Mary?” That cool, crystal clear voice had to be hers, amusement adding additional depth.
“Why, Alice—” she protested.
“If you were planning on me driving your father’s car back to base, shouldn’t you have made sure I can drive?”
Base? Edwards? Granger wasn’t sure he should hope. There had been at least two other bases in the area back then—now.
“Alice, don’t tell me—” There was clear horror in the young voice.
“I can drive,” Alice admitted. Her chuckle sent heat down Granger’s spine.
“You’re mean!” Mary protested, but there was laughter in her voice, too.
“You’d better give me the key,” Alice suggested. “I think I see Henry looking hopefully this way.”
“You are the best!” The girl leaned forward and gave her an impulsive hug. “Just leave—”
“I’ll leave it in front of my house with the key under the seat?”
“Perfect…”
And then Mary was weaving her way through the press to her young man.
“Well, at least I don’t have to be a chaperone,” she muttered, turning back to her malt.
Granger had to run a finger around his collar when her lips closed around the straw. He gave himself a mental shake. This woman could be his ticket to Edwards, if that was the base she meant. If. Now how to find out—
“Miss Merriweather,” a male voice almost purred. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
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Author Biography
USA Today Bestselling author Pauline Baird Jones never liked reality, so she writes books. She likes to wander among the genres, rampaging like Godzilla, because she does love peril mixed in her romance. Loves chocolate, bacon, flamingoes, and mid-century modern anything.
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