Titles: Riley’s Journey, Into the Savage Dawn and Beyond Tomorrow
Author: P.L. Parker
Genre: Time Travel Romance, Sci Fi Romance
The research project was only for an "extended period." No one said anything about forever! Deceived and betrayed, Riley is sent back 40,000 years to be the mate of a man she’d never before met. Her journey will take her into a world fraught with dangers—a world made more treacherous by savage beasts, primitive Neanderthals, and the incursion of the aggressive Cro-Magnon man. Surviving alone for five years in this vast wilderness, Nathan, along with his enormous dog, Demon, carve out a life in the perilous environment. Though thrown together by forces beyond their control, Riley and Nathan nevertheless find love—but can these two lost souls survive against such overwhelming odds?
Into the Savage Dawn
Sent back 40,000 years to the ends of the last great Ice Age, the time travelers embark on a journey of survival and discovery. The brutal and cannibalistic Cro-Magnons discover the small band and attack. Forced to flee from their high mountain encampment, the tribe heads into the dawn, towards the Pacific Ocean and their dream of ultimately reaching North America. Geena and Micah are left behind to lead the Cros away from the escaping tribe. When he is killed, she finds herself terribly alone. Severely injured and without hope or resources, she nonetheless is determined to survive and find the people. Survival of the fittest - that is the law of primordial earth.
The vicious and predatory Cros are amassing in ever growing numbers in the foothills above the travelers’ temporary encampment. Facing inevitable attack, the tribe hastens to prepare for the last leg of their journey—the perilous voyage across the Bering Strait to the shores of the Americas. But time is in short supply.
Kidnapped by a band of marauding Cros, Rachel’s fate as a slave is preordained. Females are few, the tribeswomen the ultimate prize and better off dead the reality. But fate is capricious and unsettled. When the savage warrior, Hawk, overpowers her captors and takes her for his own, Rachel’s destiny takes a new direction.
Throwing herself into his arms, her limbs shaking from exertion and tension, Riley chattered breathlessly, “They’re looking for us, I know they are!”
“Shhhhhh,” he soothed, caressing her back comfortingly and drawing her into the tunnel. “I know. I was outside the front entrance and I spotted them. I’ve been waiting for you, hoping you would return by the rear doorway. Do you think they saw you?”
She hesitated, her mind reviewing the earlier encounter. “I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. When I first saw them, they were quite far out and not really looking in my direction. I stayed hidden until they entered the tree line and then rushed back here. I stayed off the path, too, so I wouldn’t leave as many tracks.”
Moving the rock wall back into place, he nodded approvingly. “You did good!” They followed the meandering path back to the pool room of the cave. “I think it’s time we move all the supplies by the rear entrance. We need to bring the horse up as well, but I’ll do that after nightfall. Less chance I’ll run into any of them.”
“You should bring the sheep back, too.”
“No, we can pick them up if we have to leave. We’ll leave by the southern route anyway, and they’ll be happier in their normal surroundings. The horse has been in here numerous times. I figured he’d better get used to the smell and feel of it just in case.”
Her eyes were huge, reflecting her fear. “How will we survive out there? It’s hard enough in here. This is our home.”
Gathering her close, Nathan offered what small consolation he could. “We’ll be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. I’ve been in trouble before and lived to tell about it and I’m not about to change now.”
Into the Savage Dawn
Far below, the night scavengers fought over prized bits of Micah’s body, growling and snapping as bigger and stronger beasts circled, waiting for the opportunity to snatch the grisly trophy. Geena refused to hear, forcing her thoughts on finding the next good finger hold. The shale rock gave way and she slipped, sliding down several feet before catching hold of a sturdy root. Cursing, she dragged herself up again, allaying the worst of her fears by chanting her friends' names - Seth, Jonas, Riley, Nathan, Allie, Beth, Brett, Jeremy and so on - over and over.
Her fingertips traced the beginnings of a small ledge jutting out overhead. Inch by perilous inch, she clawed her way up, struggling to maintain a tenuous hold on the slippery surface. Exhausted, every limb shaking, she pulled herself up until she could get a leg over and then eased onto the shelf, holding her breath, expecting the worst. The rocky ledge held.
She rubbed a hand across her forehead, grimacing as her fingers probed several oozing gashes. The left eye, inflamed and blurred, severely limited her peripheral vision. She winced, gasping as her knee banged against a rock. Hurt like a sonofabitch! The flesh surrounding the joint was mottled and turning a vivid shade of purple, and there was a real possibility the knee was fractured. Tasting salt, her tongue explored and found several loose teeth. Blood seeped from the many nicks and cuts where sharp rocks gouged her hands, causing the ascent to be even more treacherous. Suffering from a multitude of injuries, her body throbbed with pain, and negotiating the steep rock face was agonizing and slow.
She arched back, trying to estimate the remaining climb. Daylight was fading fast, bitter cold creeping in, and she still had more than halfway to go. Taking a deep breath, she edged across the small shelf, clinging to the rock wall. It had taken hours and hours to get this far, crawling laboriously upward. Her foot slipped, knocking loose a shower of stones clattering to the canyon floor. Scrambling for a better toe hold, she cried out as pain wrenched her leg. Tears blurred her uninjured eye. What the hell was she doing here – and alone? She swiped her nose across her forearm, catching her breath in a hiccup. She wouldn’t cry – she never cried!
Rachel screamed, scrambling backwards. The cat whirled; hot yellow eyes blazed with savage fury. The huge canines dripped with threads of foamy saliva. He roared, muscles bunching in the stocky hindquarters. Omygawd! He’s coming for me! She ducked her head and recoiled.
A form sailed through the air and came down on top of the cat, arms wind-milling in a blur as the figure rained blows on the predator’s skull and shoulder areas. Blood spurted, spraying in an arc across Rachel’s face. What the f…Terrified, she could only stare as the cat whipped its head, snapping at the enemy as the figure continued the frenzied slashing and stabbing. The big cat squealed in pain, raking the air with razor sharp claws as more and more blows punctured the tough hide. The furious cat reared up and spun, dislodging the figure. One claw hooked the leather-clad leg of the attacker, shredding the hide and leaving streaks of red down the partially visible skin. Ears back, blood dripping from a hundred wounds, the cat crouched, roaring a challenge.
Rachel’s horrified mind registered her savior. Wild dark hair partially obscured his face, but she glimpsed strong white teeth bared in an answering snarl. Chin and cheeks were dotted with war paint and she glimpsed what she thought was a tattoo on the mahogany-colored neck. The warrior’s blade flashed, scoring a deep gouge on the cat’s tender snout area. The cat screeched, swiping a paw across the wound.
Jeremy’s panga sang, slicing through the tendons of the animal’s left hind leg. The cat flinched, cringing in pain as the panga flashed again. On three legs, the cat whirled, focused now on Jeremy. Snarling and hissing, blood oozing from the ruined muzzle, the irate feline faced the new attacker. Confused and in pain, the great head swiveled from one man to the other. A low warning growl issued from deep within the animal’s chest.
From the direction of the camp, the howling of the dogs grew in volume. They were loose and racing towards them.
The yellow eyes flashed hatred. The cat spat, hesitating for just a moment and then limped off, fading into the brush.
Rachel’s knees gave way and she sank to the ground. She wiped a shaking hand across her eyes, clouded by a film of sweat.
“Who the frick was that?” Jeremy motioned towards the direction of the savage.
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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 a husband, 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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