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When the Clock Chimes
Drake Iverson lands a summer job on Sandstone Mountain. There are no computers; he has to do all the work by hand in a large leather-bound book. He doesn't mind, as long as he can be near Gina, who is pretty and kind. But when Gina falls ill, Drake is asked to leave. He is determined to find out what happened to Gina and to uncover other mysteries he encounters on Sandstone Mountain.
The Mysteries of Chance
Dylan Sorenson offers his help to a girl who seems to be in distress. The girl, Maura, explains that she's simply overwhelmed by the heat and quickly runs off. But Maura is soon drawn back to Dylan and a friendship and budding romance begins. However, Maura doesn't reveal the whole truth about herself, and Dylan has secrets of his own. Can their relationship withstand the deception?
From the Hardcover edition.
A distinctly romantic sensibility links three novellas exploring different forms of time travel.
Teenage Sarah awakens in the mansion of ever-so-handsome, but disturbingly otherworldly Heath de Charon. She remembers nothing, but sometimes in quiet moments she can hear the voice of another young man calling her and pleading for her return. The foreseeable conclusion detracts from the ethereal creepiness of the tale. In the second story, 16-year-old Drake, mildly disabled by cerebral palsy, takes a job in the isolated mountaintop home of a professor, where he falls in love with the man's lovely, but unusual daughter. She won't leave the grounds of the house, and time has an odd way of standing almost still while Drake is there. His lack of suspicion in the face of the supernatural evidence will surprise readers. The final and strongest tale portrays an edgy teen from the future, Maura, who has stolen a time machine and randomly traveled to the present, where Dylan, a teen haunted by a girl from his past, befriends her. As Maura evades the time police, she gains an understanding of Dylan's true, though predictable, problem. Keeping the tales brief makes them relatively focused, and the varied looks at time travel are mildly thought-provoking.
McDaniel's fans won't be disappointed by this varied presentation, although there is little here to surprise readers of the genre.(Paranormal romance. 11 & up)
She awoke in the dark, too terrified to move. Her eyes were wide open, but she saw nothing but blackness. Pressure squeezed her chest and she couldn't breathe. She grew light-headed, and just when she thought she would suffocate, she heaved a great gasping breath, like a drowning person breaking the surface of water. Air poured into her lungs and she gagged with the need for it.
At once the darkness was broken by the flare of a single light. "Don't be afraid," a man's voice said in her ear. "I'm right here."
She turned her head to see a glowing candle held aloft, and behind it, his face. Dark hair framed pale skin. He had angular cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, and his eyes were the color of rain. "Who--" she whispered, terror tracing the word.
"Don't be frightened. You're safe. I'm watching over you."
He reached out and stroked her cheek. His touch was cool, soothing, and her brain grew sluggish. She wondered if she had a fever.
"But where--" she asked.
"Time for questions and answers tomorrow," he interrupted. "For now, just sleep."
Her eyelids grew heavy, and despite all her fears, she closed her eyes and obeyed him.
When next she awoke, gray gloom had replaced the dark. She blinked up at a high canopy stretching above the bed where she lay. Tall windows dominated the wall directly in front of the bed, and lead-colored daylight seeped between partially drawn thick velvet drapes. Her heart pounded. She remembered the lighted candle, though, and the voice and face from behind it. She cut her eyes to the bedside.
The young man had kept his promise. He was stretched out in a chair, asleep. In the murky light she saw that her first impression of him had been accurate--dark tendrils of black hair fell over his forehead, and his skin was indeed pale. His hands were draped over the chair's arms, and his fingers were long and tapered, pale and smooth. The other thing she noticed was that he was quite elegant. He was lean, and dressed in leather breeches and a soft, loose white shirt open at his throat.
With one look at him she knew much more about him than she did about herself. Where was she? Who was she? Why had she no memory of herself? How could a person forget who she was? Her own name? Where memories should have been, she found only black holes.
His voice startled her. She struggled to sit upright.
He moved quickly and gracefully to sit on the bedding beside her. "No, lie back. You're weak. Let me bring you something to eat."
She was weak. One more thing she didn't understand. He eased her against the pillow. "I'll be right back."
She grasped at his arm. "Please. Tell me what's happened to me."
His eyes, the irises so pale, the pupils black and fathomless, settled on hers. "I'll tell you everything I know as soon as you eat."
He left through a tall wooden door, and the second it closed, she eased to a sitting position. The room spun. She took deep breaths until her vision cleared. She examined the room, saw elaborate tapestries hanging along the wall that butted into the wall of windows and velvet curtains, and another wall heavy with elaborately carved pieces of furniture. Nothing looked familiar, only foreign and foreboding. She closed her eyes, dug deep, searching for some memory, anything that she could hold on to, to tell her about herself and where she was.
She moved her arms and then her legs beneath the covers. Her body worked. Nothing hurt. But her memory was a blank slate. She lifted the covers and saw that she wore a thick white cotton nightgown. Beneath that, she was naked. Before she even had time to wonder about it, the door opened and her benefactor came in carrying a tray. "Here you go--tea and wheat toast with honey. Cream and sugar for your tea."
She pulled the covers up to her chin, fisting the sheets and thick coverlet snugly to her body. "I don't know if I drink tea," she said.
"You'll like it," he said.
He set the tray across her lap and poured steaming brown liquid from a sparkling silver pot into a rose-patterned china cup so thin and finely made she could see through it. He settled himself on her bed to face her. "A little cream, and how about two sugars?"
She watched him drop two small white cubes into the cup with little silver tongs, then pour white cream from a silver pitcher that matched the teapot. He stirred the mixture with a silver spoon and lifted the cup and saucer toward her. "Drink up."
Her hands trembled as she reached for the cup, not wanting to look at him, but unable to help it; her gaze was drawn to his like a magnet to steel. His deep-set eyes were now the color of smoke, the pupils as dark as before. Her heart beat uncontrollably. He smiled warmly and she raised the cup to her mouth. The liquid tasted warm and sweet and began to revive her.
"It's good," she said, prying her gaze away from his.
"Excellent." He grinned, took the cup and picked up the toast and ladled thick golden honey over it.
She took it, ate it. "This is good too."
He leaned back, braced a booted foot against the bedside chair. "Now, as promised, your questions."
She had a million questions, but decided not to let him know she remembered nothing of who she was first thing out of her mouth. "H-how did I end up here?"
"I found you."
"On my father's estate, up by the entrance gate, just inside. You were lying in a heap on the ground, unconscious."
"But how did I get there?"
He shrugged broad but graceful shoulders. "That I don't know. I was out riding. My horse drew up or he would have stepped on you."
"When was this?"
"A few days ago."
"Days!" She sat up straighter and the tray would have slid away if he hadn't caught it.
"I brought you here," he said, setting the tray on the nearby chair. "To this room. To this bed."
She remembered the gown she was wearing. And what she wasn't wearing under it. "Who dressed me?" She couldn't bring herself to ask "Who undressed me?"
"I did," he said.
Her face burned hot, and she wanted to hide under the thick covers. "Where are my clothes?"
"I burned them."
Her embarrassment turned to shock, then to anger. "You burned them! They might have held a clue about me."
"Your clothing was dirty and torn. I'll find something for you to wear."
"I don't want your clothes. I want mine. I want to go--" She halted. Go where?
He rose from the bed, bowed and gestured toward the door. "You may leave at any time. You're not a prisoner, just a lost girl I rescued from the cold and brought into my home."
Her anger fizzled. "I--I don't mean to be ungrateful. I know you've helped me. It's just that--that . . ." She couldn't finish.
He moved closer to the bed, lifted her chin. Once again, she found his touch cool, as if his hand had been in cold air. "I get that you're frightened. But now that you are here, you're my guest, and you're safe."
From the Hardcover edition.
Posted July 30, 2012
... really ...... same cover as return to paradise by simone elkeles ... thats not saying anything ......
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Posted August 24, 2011
I have read every single book by Lurlene McDaniel. I have my favorites and just the ones I like. This book was a different for her to write, since it has to do with the concept of time travel to different realms of the universe. I guess since a lot of teens like the paranormal stuff she incorporated it in this book. It's not one of my favorites, but it was decent. If you are a fan of hers I would recommend you read it. The only thing I have an issue with is the person who designed the book jacket recycled the cover for the book Return to Paradise. If I was the publishing company I would fix that, because a person may think its Return to Paradise by just glancing at it.
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Posted July 31, 2011
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Posted August 14, 2013
While this isn't the usual Lurlene McDaniel style, they did all have some sort of health issue, but to me, maybe the novella status, they just weren't as emotional as usual. They all were different styles, but all dealing with time, one a historic type setting, another futuristic and another a collision of past and future.
I liked all the characters and the romances were sweet, it is just none of them stuck with me like her works usually do.
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Posted June 13, 2012
Low key the most boring book ever. I love Lurlene McDamiels just as much as the next person, but this book was terrible. She should stick to the sappy love stories we all know and love. I was not entertained with this book at all.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 30, 2011
It is different than most of Lurlene McDaniel's older books. I enjoyed her older writing style a lot more than this book. It was decent, just not what was expected.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 16, 2011
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This amazing book offers three outstanding novellas that whisk the reader into supernatural and fantastical times. From intrigue to romance to complete inspiration, each and every tale is a whole lot of fun! In the first, "What's Happened to Me?," a young girl wakes up in a field. She has no memory of who she is or where she came from. In fact, the only thing she has is a whisper of voices calling her, begging her to come back. In her new 'home,' Sarah finds an extremely handsome boy/man by the name of Heath de Charon. The estate he has rivals that of Mr. Darcy's, and his kindness and beauty is truly extraordinary. What he doesn't have is the answers as to how Sarah appeared in his field, and why she can't seem to get out. From disappearing servants to mythical carvings to a frightening maze, Sarah finds herself trying to solve the mystery of what will happen to her next. In "When the Clock Chimes," a young boy named Drake takes a summer job, helping to catalogue an archaeologist's papers. This professor from Harvard is the father of a young girl by the name of Gina, and she becomes Drake's best friend as he struggles each and every day through a forest of brambles, up a path, to a huge, old house that has tremendous secrets living inside. When a strange old clock begins to tell the wrong time and offers up a chime that causes thrills and chills inside Drake's soul, the young man soon finds himself stuck in a mystery of monumental proportions. And, in the exciting conclusion, "The Mysteries of Chance," readers meet up with a time traveler by the name of Maura. When Maura suddenly appears on a lawn in a normal, everyday neighborhood, a boy named Dylan sees her appear out of nowhere, and can barely catch his breath when he finds out Maura's secret. As the reader is taken on a journey of love, help and friendship, the author goes from the present to the future and thrills her audience to the extreme. Each and every story attracts the mind and allows teenagers to open up their imaginations, as they take the ride of their lives with three extremely strong characters. Quill Says: A trio of unforgettable stories that are a true gift to the YA market!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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