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Time Lottery

Time Lottery

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by Nancy Moser

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God will go to great lengths to get our attention. He will even utilize the invention of a Time Lottery.... It is time.

The entire population of the United States waits to hear the announcement of the three winners of the new Time Lottery. Though the odds are absurd, hope is high. The spoils are too exciting to resist. Everyone can think of a time in


God will go to great lengths to get our attention. He will even utilize the invention of a Time Lottery.... It is time.

The entire population of the United States waits to hear the announcement of the three winners of the new Time Lottery. Though the odds are absurd, hope is high. The spoils are too exciting to resist. Everyone can think of a time in their lives they would like to relive. Everyone has an 'if only' that hangs over them-a dream or a regret that enters their thoughts repeatedly. If only they had finished college; if only they hadn't told off their boss; if only they had married someone else.

The three Time Lottery winners will be privileged to travel back in time in order to relive a portion of their lives in their Alternate Reality--their Alternity. They enter the past without the burden (or advantage) of remembering what happened the first time around. Yet through the technology of the Time Lottery, they will make a different choice-and live out different results.

After one week in their pasts, the time-travelers will be given an hour of Dual-Consciousness, a condition where they will be able to see both their lives with full knowledge. At this point they will face a unique decision. They can stay in the past--where the Dual-Consciousness will fade and they will live out their lives oblivious of the future. Or, they can return to the present, their lives made richer from their experience.
And the winners are:

Phoebe Winston Thurgood is a San Francisco socialite. She has two grown children, every material possession ever coveted, and a husband who is consumed with making money-which she is happy to spend. She has always wondered what her life would have been like if she had not become rich and idle; if she not been so weak and complacent in regards to Colin's unethical exploits; if she had not been unhappy. She returns to 1969 when she was the secretary of an ambitious new employee, Colin Thurgood, at Hopner, Wagner, and Greenfield.

Roosevelt Hazen is murdered, never realizing he is one of the Time Lottery winners. He is killed by Leon Burke, a fellow homeless transient who takes his identity and his prize. But Leon has good reason to kill Roosevelt and grab himself another chance at life. Leon has cancer and hasn't long to live. He returns to 1962 when his life as a con-man first intersected with Reverend Roosevelt Hazen . . .

Cheryl is a single, forty-five-year-old surgeon in Boulder, Colorado. Her one regret is that she is alone. The joys of a husband and family have eluded her. Although she's had numerous lovers, she has never found a partner. No one in her recent past interests her, but there was one guy, back in high school . . . might he be up for a little commitment if given a second chance? She returns to 1973 . . .

Meanwhile, back in the present…
Alexander MacMillan's job is to market the Time Lottery and be the liaison between the company and the winners. His association with the Time Lottery is no accident. Mac was drawn to the organization after his wife was brutally murdered, leaving Mac alone to raise 5-year-old Anthony. If only he could go back before Holly was killed....

About the Author

The recurring theme of Nancy Moser's books is that each of us has a unique purpose. The challenge is finding out what it is.

"There is an excitement that sparks in our eyes when we realize our presence on this earth is not a coincidence," Moser says, "when we see that our lives fit with each other like a puzzle piece in a larger picture. With that knowledge to fuel us, we can approach the highs and lows of life with a new strength-and even contentment-as we begin to understand that we count; we matter, and our absence would leave the picture of life undone."

On her way to discovering her own purpose as a fiction writer, Moser has lived a varied life, earning a degree in architecture, managing a construction business with her husband, traveling extensively in Europe, and performing in various theaters, symphonies, and choirs.

Moser is the author of The Seat Beside Me, and the Mustard Seed series of inspirational fiction (The Invitation, The Quest, and The Temptation). In February 2003, the first in the Sister Circle Series (The Sister Circle) will be released. It is co-authored with Vonette Bright, co-founder of Campus Crusade for Christ.

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Barbour Publishing, Incorporated
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4.12(w) x 6.88(h) x 1.03(d)

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There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven.

The front door was open.

Alexander MacMillan shook his head, peeved that Holly would be so careless. They'd made an agreement: When Holly was home alone with Andrew, the front door would remain locked. You did not live in a five-thousand-square-foot home without taking some precautions, especially with the amount of travel Mac's job required. Marketing everything from corporations to movie stars was out-of-town work. Their agreement was a way for him to feel at ease leaving his family behind.

He walked in. "Holly? Why is the front door-?"

A vase from the foyer table lay on the floor, broken.

Mac noted the silence for the first time. "Holly? Andrew?"

No answer.

His eyes were drawn to the foyer table. A family photo was face down, the table itself was a few inches cockeyed from the wall.


He looked to the left. The living room was pristine. An elegant room for entertaining CEOs and Hollywood bigshots. Nothing was wrong there.

It's fine. They're out in the pool taking a dip until I get home. Maybe Holly went out the patio door, but then Andrew wanted to drag his wagon back there so he went out the front, leaving the door open. It was the wind that knocked the vase over.

He remembered her words just an hour before: "Hurry home. Hot dogs, lime Jell-O, and grape Kool-Aid await."

Andrew's favorite meal. For his fourth birthday.

A sound came from the kitchen. Mac held his breath. It was the pop and sizzle of boiling water hopping over the top of a pan onto a hot burner. Holly wouldn't leave water boiling.

His insides quivered. Something made him not want to look in the kitchen.

He took a deep breath, then headed toward the sound. Maybe if he acted normal, everything would be-

He saw them.

Things would never be normal again.


He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, and I will live to enjoy the light.
JOB 33:28

Mac's eyes shot open. The silence of the darkened living room covered him like a shroud. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If only.

It was a familiar mantra. It had no object, no verb, no adjective to soften or enhance.

He sat up on the couch and rubbed his face, forcing reality into his pores. It had been nine months since he'd come home to a house full of death and pain. Still, grief and guilt were all-consuming. Debilitating. He found himself daydreaming a lot these days. It was an escape, a way to snatch moments of time where he could try to change what had happened, make it all go away.

Over the last weeks, the daydreams had grown stronger. Clearer. Frantically real. Colors, shapes, sounds-he tapped into all of them, desperately trying to change what was into what could have been.

Mac forced himself to his feet and stumbled through the shadows.

Help me, God. I don't want to hurt anymore. Show me how to move on.

He tripped over a pile of books and fell to his knees. But I can't move on. Can't move. Can't.

Oh, to lay there forever and never get up. Never see the light. Expire in the darkness of death, strangled in the smell of dust and fibers.


Mac saw Andrew standing in the foyer. He forced the tears away. "What is it, buddy?"

"Are you thinking about Mommy again?"

Mac cleared his throat. "Yes."

Andrew padded across the carpet, the feet of his pajamas making a scruff-scruff sound. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and Mac pulled his son's head close. He stroked the tousled hair, careful to avoid the scars. The physical ones, at least.

"I wish we could go back, Daddy."

"Go back where?"

"To before Mommy went to heaven."

Mac was shocked that his little boy's wish mirrored his own. Yet why should he be? Mac had come upon the aftermath of the violence. His son had lived it.

This little four-year-old had seen the stranger appear at the door, demanding money, ranting about some slight he'd endured during one of Mac's publicity campaigns. Andrew had looked to his mother to explain. Her fear had sparked his own. He'd seen his mother fight. Heard her scream. He'd tried to save her, only to be flung across the room to hit his head on the edge of the counter. He'd lain unconscious in a pool of blood. He'd had surgery. He'd finally opened his eyes to discover his mother was gone. Forever.

Mac had merely found them. The guilt was overwhelming: Guilt for not being home, guilt for believing that such evil would never dare touch his world, guilt for living on without her.

Mac began to rock back and forth. He synchronized his breathing to that of his boy, needing the give and take as much as Andrew did.

If only . . .

The call came the next day while Mac was making tacos for dinner. It was Bob Craven, his cousin.

"You working much, Macky? I haven't seen your handsome mug on TV for ages. You'd better watch it-you don't want to lose your Image-Maker title now, do you?"


"Whatever nothing. You're important. You're a hot property. You can't throw all that away. Surely you've been getting calls from your VIP friends, begging for your services?"

Mac glanced at the kitchen desk, piled high with requests and offers-most unopened. "Not really."

"Well then, let my voice be the sound of opportunity knocking."

"What are you talking about?" . . .

Published 2002 by Promise Press (Barbour Publishing).

Meet the Author

Nancy Moser is the award-winning author of over twenty novels that share a common message: we each have a unique purpose—the challenge is to find out what it is. Her genres include contemporary and historical novels. Her contemporary novels are known for their big-cast style, utilizing multiple points-of-view and intricate plotting (The Good Nearby, Time Lottery, Second Time Around, John 3:16, Solemnly Swear). Her historical novels allow real women-of-history to share their life stories: Just Jane (Jane Austen), Mozart’s Sister (Nannerl Mozart), Washington's Lady (Martha Washington) and, How Do I Love Thee? (Elizabeth Barrett Browning.) Nancy earned a degree in architecture, traveled extensively in Europe, and has performed in numerous theaters, symphonies, and choirs. She paints canes voraciously, kills all her houseplants, and can wire an electrical fixture without getting shocked. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Read excerpts at: www.nancymoser.com

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Time Lottery 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
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What would you do if you had a chance to go back and fix one thing in your life? Would you do it? And if you could live your life over from that point, what then? That's what three lucky people get to discover in The Time Lottery. Alexander MacMillan goes to work for TTC the company sponsoring the lottery in the hopes of going back to a certain moment in his own life: the day his wife was murdered and his son attacked. Mac knows the ache of one moment turning your life upside down and changing everything, so giving three other people the chance he would do anything for only makes sense. Phoebe returns to the day she met her husband who dominates her life. Cheryl has avoided commitment her entire life, so she returns to high school in hopes of making a connection. Leon has murdered for his chance at returning to his past and making a wrong right. I really enjoyed this time travel book; it's not normally a genre I enjoy, but I felt comfortable with Moser's description of how it could be done within the mind, and by also keeping it within the character's faith. The stories were compelling and the science believable.
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This book was very well written! It is the first book I've read by this author and I've already gone to the library for another. If you have ever wondered 'what if' you'd done something different, you will enjoy this sci-fi book. The characters draw you in to the point you will not want to put the book down.
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Even if you are one who refuses to play the lottery because you don't believe in taking chances-TRY reading Nancy Moser's 'Time Lottery'. You'll WIN big time here, there are definitely No losers in this story, not amongst the readers anyway! Nancy Moser's characters spring forth from the pages to inhabit your life while your reading this book (and maybe even for awhile afterwards, if you are not careful...). She pulls you in with such a unique plot concept and then gets you caught up in all the twists and turns. Far from predictable, you'll find yourself anxious to turn the pages, but reluctant to let go of your new-found 'friends' by the end of the book. Ms. Moser, there had better be a SEQUEL to this one! C'mon, I dare you to take a chance on Nancy Moser's 'Time Lottery', she'll guide you to discoveries within, that you never knew were possible, let alone right there within yourself. What a discovery Moser's God-given talent is! You're liable to be praying that Ms. Moser becomes a more prolific writer!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Nancy Moser does it again! She is definitely the winner of my time when it comes to reading a book with such unforgettably, realistic characters that you don't want to see them go. By the end of the book you find yourself wishing you could visit with them some more. Moser's inspired style inspires you to seriously ponder those questions we all too often fail to really ask ourselves. You'll find yourself making time for this one. Although the premise may seem a bit sci-fi, it's not handled as such but in a much more well-blended manner than what mere mortals could ever dream up - raising the question, who is this Nancy Moser author anyway. Mortal? or what?