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Out of Time
     

Out of Time

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by Pauline Baird Jones
 

What happens when a twenty-first century woman on a mission to change the past meets a thoroughly 1940's man trying to stay alive in the hellish skies over war-torn Europe?
Melanie "Mel" Morton is an adventure reporter, who lost her grandfather in World War II. Enter Jack Hamilton, sexy octogenarian, genius/scientist and former WWII bomber pilot.
What he

Overview

What happens when a twenty-first century woman on a mission to change the past meets a thoroughly 1940's man trying to stay alive in the hellish skies over war-torn Europe?
Melanie "Mel" Morton is an adventure reporter, who lost her grandfather in World War II. Enter Jack Hamilton, sexy octogenarian, genius/scientist and former WWII bomber pilot.
What he tells Mel sends her on the craziest adventure yet-straight into the past. All Mel has to do is outmaneuver the entire German army and not fall in love with Jack.
Eluding the Germans will be the easy part...

Editorial Reviews

Anonymous Reviewer
...the story is magical, romantic, and funny. It's a hoot to see Mel, a thoroughly 21st century woman, trying to cope with the culture, and the uncomfortable shoes, of wartime England. When she joins the crew in a mission to occupied France, the reader can imagine what it must have been like inside the bomber, trying to complete their mission under terrifying circumstances. In this homage to the Greatest Generation, Jones takes us on a wild and often poignant ride through time.
Jill Smith
Jones is back and taking on new genres and challenges in this high-intensity time-traveling war thriller. Love can truly span generations, as these soul mates born out of time prove. Adding in the drama of being trapped behind enemy lines ratchets up the tension and thrill factor! " Four Stars!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780759946033
Publisher:
Hard Shell Word Factory
Publication date:
08/28/2006
Pages:
252
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.57(d)

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Chapter One

Present day

THE C-130 rumbled through the sky, the propellers cutting determinedly into the gradually thinning air. Melanie Morton had been miserable on the ground in her wet suit and gear, but as the plane went up and the temperature dropped she realized she was an amateur in miserable.

She'd done some crazy—and misery-inducing—things for her television magazine segment, Make Mel Cry Uncle, appearing four times a year on BrightLine Weekly, but doing a HALO jump with the Navy SEALS was taking crazy thirty thousand feet too high.

Her producer had had to do some heavy duty persuasion before the Navy would allow her to even prepare for the jump, let alone attempt it. They finally agreed, probably because the powers-that-be thought she'd never make it through Hell Week, let alone survive the grueling training regimen that was required prior to the high altitude-low open drop with an actual SEAL team. But here she was, all geared up and only one way to go: down. At one-hundred and twenty miles per hour.

If she'd had any doubts about her sanity, she didn't anymore.

She really was out of her freaking mind.

The sad part, she'd been out of it clear back to when she'd first pitched the idea that had eventually become Make Mel Cry Uncle. Since that time she'd learned to fight various sorts of fires. She'd trained with cops and SWATS, trekked to the Arctic, done a stint with the Coast Guard and another in search-and-rescue, gone swimming with sharks, dived to deep sea wreckage—the list was long and getting longer. Four shows a year for five years. Dang. So far she hadn't made it intospace, but it wasn't because her producer hadn't tried to talk her into it. There was buzz of going back to the moon, but that was so last century. Maybe if they let her go to Mars…

She shook her head. What was she thinking? She still hadn't gotten her tush out of this plane and she was thinking about Mars? She was worse than freaking insane…whatever that might be.

Of course, she could cry uncle and go home. Show over. SEALS happy. Their charity would be even happier because she'd have to ante up the dough and not them. That was the deal, if she cried she donated to their favorite charity. If she didn't, then they had to donate to hers. So far, her charity had made out like a bandit. They loved her. But all good things had to come to an end sometime. So why wasn't her mouth open and why wasn't she crying uncle like a baby?

Her Gran could have supplied the answer. She'd told Mel almost every day of Mel's life that she was the most stubborn person on the face of the earth. It was probably her biggest character flaw, though it wasn't her only one. However, there came a time to face those flaws and defeat them.

Did it really matter if her SEAL team expected her to fail? Was proving them wrong that big of a deal? So what if they had bets on when she'd cry? They were also betting on when she'd wet her pants. It was probably a guy thing.

She looked down the row of faces, seated on the hard, narrow bench with her. All of them were in full scuba gear and each held an oxygen mask, in anticipation of the moment when the cabin would be depressurized. Hers was probably the only face without the tough-guy expression. This was an experienced team of steely-eyed, professional killers who'd proved their chops in Afghanistan and Iraq. They were honest-to-goodness heroes, like her grandfather and her father. She was proud to be sitting with them, even if they did want her to fail.

It wasn't personal. They liked her, or what they knew of her. Some of them had even offered to get to know her on a more personal level and weren't holding a grudge at being turned down. They just wanted her to fail. Only in the movies could a girl make it as a SEAL. It would make them so happy if she failed. It was probably the patriotic thing to do.

It was a pity the necessary word was stuck in her stubborn throat like a freaking hair ball that wouldn't hack up. Even as she was listing the reasons for crying uncle, another part of her brain was pointing out that it was only a jump. Other than the first step and the velocity, it was really no different from her time with the paratroopers.

So that made her stubborn and delusional.

There was a saying in the SEALS that the only good day was yesterday. This was her last, bad day. Tomorrow she'd be on her way home, with all her SEAL yesterdays behind her. She could go back and kill her producer. Thanks to the SEALS, she now knew about a hundred different ways. Pity she could only use one of them on him.

The aircraft shuddered and then straightened out.

"Three minute warning," Rockman's voice said in her ear piece.

They all donned their oxygen masks and then the rear ramp slowly lowered, depressurizing the hold. Mel had thought it was as cold as it could get.

She was wrong.

"Line up!" Rockman spoke again.

Moving like ungainly gooney birds, the team and Mel formed two lines, on either side of the plane, clutching at hanging straps for balance, their footing made precarious by heavy packs, webbed feet and the bouncing of the plane as it rode the air currents. Mel realized she was hyperventilating into her mask. Would the friction and pure oxygen set her lungs on fire? That thought didn't help. Fear Rockman would notice did.

Rockman got nose to nose with her. He didn't need to. She could hear him just fine in the ear piece. On the other hand, he'd spent the last three months with his face in hers telling her to move her butt somewhere other than where it currently was. It was probably a hard habit to break. Maybe it was even a freaking SEAL rule.

"So, Frog Lady, you ready to cry uncle?"

Frog wasn't actually meant to be an insult, even though everything Rockman said sounded like one. This team were divers, hence the frog appellation. Over his shoulder, Mel could see Henry, her rather green-about-the-gills cameraman, recording the moment. It was also his job to record her exit from the plane, or her ignominious defeat. If she did make the jump, then her free-fall would be recorded by mini-cams affixed to the team's head gear. Her Mel-cam was so that her viewers could have the illusion of seeing it from her point of view.

So this was it. Decision time. And she needed to pee. No question someone was going to win at least one bet, with the cold lining up against her sphincters. If she was going to be in for a pee, might as well go for the pound. Or in this case, in for the jump.

Copyright © 2006 Pauline Baird Jones.

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Out of Time 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
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ABrantley More than 1 year ago
A must for those that love time travel romance and the WWII era. Pauline Baird Jones does such an amazing job building a descriptive story that whisks you away to another time and place. It's almost impossible not to get wrapped up in this amazing book. Out of Time is the perfect book to unwind with after a long day at work.
LASR_Reviews More than 1 year ago
Originally posted at: www.longandshortreviews.blogspot.com ***** Out of Time simply blew my mind with the intensity, scope and sheer magnificence of a well told and poignant tale about two people who did the impossible by falling in love. First let me say that this story completely and totally impressed me. Not only did the scope of the adventure astound me but the writing itself is to be applauded. Even though there was a tiny amount of editing burps sprinkled here and there, it by no means knocked me from this story. The tale is so well told with gripping recounts of being in a WW II bomber that I was pretty sure I was wide-eyed as I read this book. At one point I had to step away because the suspense and drama were that well done. Of course I came back, how could I not? Ms. Jones had a way of taking this reader's imagination and plunking it down into the thick of things. I got the distinct impression that the author not only researched her facts but got them right, and her writing is such that she brought the grit and bravery of the past to life right before my very eyes. My mind is still reeling from the scope of the romance as well. Mel, short for Melanie, is quite a woman. Her vocation in life inadvertently trained her for the most amazing and important investigation job in her career. What I liked about how Ms. Jones wrote her is the fact that she made it plausible for Mel to do the things she did. I really enjoyed her internal dialogue quips, her sense of self and her impulsive nature. Mel has a delightful sense of humor and a can-do attitude. I giggled with the differences between girls and boys and found it added another layer of authenticity, meaning I could visualize myself right there with Melanie, having the same issues. But somehow I don't think I'd be quite as sanguine about it as she ended up being. I guess it might have been because she knew and understood how to do things because of her TV show, especially that SEALS gig. My reaction might also have something to do with the fact that a person could be shot while doing it, and wouldn't that be embarrassing! Jack is fascinating. He's the hero in the truest sense of the word. He's strong, capable, curious and smart. He has the rank of captain and he's a take charge kind of guy, but he's wary and cautious too. It was fun reading about this 1940s man having to deal with a twenty first century gal. I loved how he was both puzzled and intrigued by Mel and how he was drawn to her. The author did a good job of getting into his head. Jack also has this amazing theory that is the crux of the plot. He easily wrapped this romance reader's heart around his pinkie. Speaking of getting into his head, this tale for the most part is told in Mel's and Jack's third person points of view. Ms. Jones also added the POV for the villains in the story because it was integral to the book. It worked and it helped me think of this adventure more as a movie like Gone With The Wind. Just like that famed movie, Out Of Time has a huge ensemble of characters that play integral roles in the storyline and that even includes a death or two. How the author kept everything straight really impressed me because the plot, progress and delivery were tight, logical and vibrant. Emotion throbs and burns throughout this book once the action starts rolling.
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AnnadelC-Dye More than 1 year ago
Out of Time is the story of a twenty seven year old woman name Mel who works as a television extreme terror factor protagonist reporter. She gets to be with many people whom you and I couldn't and do extraordinary things that put her life in real danger every time. Between stunts she lives alone in her childhood home after her grandmother passed away. She loves the old place but it is as un-exciting as her personal life. Before her grandmother died she was doing an album of history about her husband who had died in the war against Hitler. And she feels she should finish it for all the war heroes involved with her grandfather. Mel's life changes drastically when she gets an envelope with old pictures form that era in which is a woman almost her twin displaying a temporary tattoo, a tattoo she got only days before. That same day at midnight she gets a phone call from the captain of the flying fortress, the Time Machine, her grandfather's war aircraft. The man who has never come to the survivors' get-togethers and no one knows why was in the other end of her phone. He asks to see her and she is excited because since the first time she saw his picture as a young child she has had a crush on him. He turns out to be in his eighties and handsome enough to make her heart skip a beat. This is a great history book for all those who enjoyed stories about the war, yet it would appeal to anyone who wants to read a great "back to the past" book. The romance is not heavy in it, but is enough to make you feel for the main character's plight. The ending is perfect. It is another great work of suspense, coupled with heavy artillery, a German camp and impossible romance. Anna del C. Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy" http://www.annadelc.com
Guest More than 1 year ago
And a very nice meeting it is. Mel and Jack had me on their team in no time. The WWII era is well presented because I swear I heard Glenn Miller's band playing as I read. I especially liked sitting through an air raid in the London Tube with Mel. A few dropped articles, and a copyeditor who doesn't know Goering from Goring, simply don't matter. The story and the characters shine. Well done! Sharon K. Garner, author of Sanctuary, River of Dreams, Lokelani Nights, and The Spaniard's Cross