Christmas Past by Susanna Fraser
Time-traveling PhD student Sydney Dahlquist's first mission sounded simple enough—spend two weeks in December 1810 collecting blood samples from the sick and wounded of Wellington's army, then go home to modern-day Seattle and Christmas with her family. But when her time machine breaks, stranding her in the past, she must decide whether to sacrifice herself to protect the timeline or to build a new life—and embrace a new love—two centuries before her time.
Rifle captain Miles Griffin has been fascinated by the tall, beautiful "Mrs. Sydney" from the day he met her caring for wounded soldiers. When he stumbles upon her time travel secret on Christmas Eve, he vows to do whatever it takes to seduce her into making her home in his present—by his side.
About the Author
Susanna Fraser wrote her first novel in fourth grade. It starred a family of talking horses who ruled a magical land. In high school she started, but never finished, a succession of tales of girls who were just like her, only with long, naturally curly and often unusually colored hair, who, perhaps because of the hair, had much greater success with boys than she ever did.
Along the way she read her hometown library's entire collection of Regency romance, fell in love with the works of Jane Austen, and discovered in Patrick O'Brian's and Bernard Cornwell's novels another side of the opening decades of the 19th century. When she started to write again as an adult, she knew exactly where she wanted to set her books. Her writing has come a long way from her youthful efforts, but she still gives her heroines great hair.
Susanna lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and daughter. When not writing or reading, she goes to baseball games, sings alto in a local choir and watches cooking competition shows.
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By Susanna Fraser, Kate Fall
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Lisbon, 24 December 1810
Sydney couldn't deny the truth any longer. Her time machine was broken. She'd taken the temporal engine apart and put it back together a dozen times in the past two weeks. She'd checked every single connection — first methodically, then obsessively, at last frantically. Nothing worked, not even kicking it and screaming obscenities.
This wasn't supposed to happen. All the newer-model time machines had an auto-recall function that brought the machines and their occupants back to their "home" time at the first hint of a serious timeline fracture. She'd helped to test the technology herself, going back a few days into her past and attempting to make changes. The auto-recall had always whisked her back before she could buy a lottery ticket with winning numbers for a major jackpot, let a friend set her up on a blind date, or even persuade her parents to go to Mexico instead of Hawaii for their winter vacation.
But here, now, that function had failed, and the temporal engine refused to turn over. The rest of her 2013 technology still worked — the interior lights, the mini-fridge where she kept the samples she'd collected, and the tablet computer where she stored her notes. All useless if she couldn't go home.
She'd already stayed in 1810 a week beyond the maximum the National Institute for Temporal Research's review board allowed. If by some miracle the time machine suddenly worked, they'd never let her time travel again. She'd be lucky not to be kicked out of her PhD program at the University of Washington altogether. Still, if she could only go home, she'd gladly work a cash register at Target or McDonald's for the rest of her days.
But she didn't believe in miracles. She was a scientist. She couldn't even hope for rescue, not anymore. If her time machine's failure was a simple mechanical issue and someone from her time could've helped her, they would have set their own time machine for some point before her two weeks were up. She tried not to dwell too much on why no one had come, since the most obvious explanation — that she or some other traveler had already broken the timeline and her 2013 no longer existed — made her want to vomit.
No, it was time to give up. She had enough gunpowder to blow up the time machine, and she'd practiced using it back in her own time — her favorite part of all her training since it had felt like playing Myth Busters. The deserted stone barn just outside the city where she'd hidden the time machine was isolated enough that the explosion wouldn't put people at risk. She hoped that precaution would be enough to keep her from destroying the timeline in her attempt to save it.
As for herself ... she took a deep, shaky breath and remembered her last argument with Cody and Jessica. Like all time travelers, they'd sworn to uphold the Protocol, acting as observers only, maintaining their distance, and avoiding any interference with the locals that might change the past. But her friends weren't so sure about the Protocol's provisions for what to do if they couldn't come home.
"No one really expects us to go through with it," Jessica had maintained.
"Of course not," Cody had said as he passed out the latest round of drinks. "It's not like we're not going to destroy our 2013. There's no reason to even take that pill with us. I'm going to throw mine down the first privy I find. If I get stuck, I'll stay, have fun, and try to do good. Who knows? Maybe I'll get the universe with no Hitler or no global warming."
"It's not going to happen," Sydney had said. "The auto-recall works. I tested it myself." She'd taken a firm swig of her beer and frowned at her friends.
"But haven't you ever thought about it?" Jessica had asked. "I have ever since the time machine was invented. Before then, really. I used to read the Little House books and imagine I was traveling with Laura and Mary."
"Syd would imagine she was at a garden party with Mr. Darcy."
She'd jabbed Cody with her elbow. "I would not! Besides, I know what I'd have to do. I promised. We promised."
He'd shaken his head, suddenly serious. "Hell, Syd, don't tell me you'd pull a Mike Carey."
"But that's what the Protocol says we have to do," she'd insisted, never dreaming it could happen to her. The auto-recall was designed to protect both travelers and the timeline, after all. And even before it had been added to the design, scientists had taken hundreds of trips to the past. As far as anyone knew, Carey's had been the only one to go wrong.
But in his case, the time machine hadn't died like hers had. Instead, the research team hadn't done a good enough job picking his landing site in 1917, and the machine had been blown up by a German shell. So Carey had written a poem that sounded just like a standard soldier's bleak lament of the era, then gotten himself killed in no-man's land. He'd sent the poem in a letter to UW before he died, and it had ended up on the campus World War I memorial. Ninety years passed before his best friend, Wayne Krakowski — later to become Sydney's mentor — had worked out Carey's coded references to the twenty-first century and sacrificing himself for the sake of the timeline.
She'd always believed Mike Carey had done the right thing, and she'd sworn to obey the Protocol and follow his example. All the theoretical physics in the world couldn't give her certainty that every change in the timeline just created a new multiverse, and that nothing she could do in the past would undo everyone and everything she loved in 2013.
Now she took out the bottle with its lethal dose of painless, fast-acting poison that was part of every time traveler's standard equipment. She should blow up the time machine, then swallow it and get it over with. Only she didn't want to die.
So she set the poison aside, sat in the time machine's open door, and turned on her iPad. Fighting tears, she paged through her pictures. Mom and Dad in Hawaii last winter. Her brother Brian and Katie's wedding — she'd been one of the bridesmaids, dressed in a shade of pink she never would've worn of her own free will, but she hadn't complained. And there was little Ava, the prettiest and smartest niece in the world, dressed as a black cat for Halloween. She'd never hear that sweet voice again, calling "Auntie Syddie!" She wouldn't be there for Ava's third Christmas to see her squeal for joy at everything Santa brought her.
Blinking hard, she swiped away her niece's big brown eyes and baby grin. The next image was easier, just the party the night before she went into her pre-travel quarantine, with Cody photo-bombing as usual. He'd tried to take her home with him, but she hadn't been that drunk. Did she regret it, now that she wouldn't be going back? No. It wasn't like she was going to die a virgin, and she never had been as into him as he'd wanted her to be.
She missed him, though. She hoped he'd had better luck in 1814 New Orleans than she'd had here, and that he was already safe in 2013. Safe at home for Christmas.
She had to stop this and get the gunpowder charge ready. Lingering wasn't helping. She set the tablet down, tucked the poison bottle safely into her Regency lady's reticule, then sat up — only to spot a darkly handsome and all-too-familiar man gaping at her in amazement.
Captain Griffin. Oh, hell. How had she missed hearing him come into the barn? If only she'd never spoken to him, or at least never flirted with him when he'd come to visit his regiment's sick and wounded in the hospital where she'd been working as a nurse. It was a major Protocol violation, and she'd known better. But he'd been so persistent, so interested, and she'd been so glad to have a friend here. A very hot friend.
She thought through the strategy of how to respond if a local caught a traveler with twenty-first century technology. Disguise, distract, deflect. She sprang to her feet, slamming the time machine's door shut. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary carriage, but an old one with a broken axle, not worth stealing.
"Captain Griffin!" she said brightly, fighting to maintain her carefully cultivated English accent. Thinking of home, she had a hard time suppressing her Seattle voice. "What brings you here?"
But she could guess that he'd followed her. He was too damned curious. He'd been the only one at the hospital to ask her probing questions about her unorthodox technique for bloodletting, how frequently she washed her hands, and her habit of making notes in a journal after every few patients. She should've distracted and deflected then, instead of getting all dizzy and elated that he'd noticed her too.
It didn't help that he looked so sexy in that Rifle uniform. She could blame Sean Bean and her hours of watching the Sharpe movies for how hard it was to keep her eyes off a hot man in Rifle green, but Captain Griffin was his own kind of handsome — tall and broad-shouldered, with curly black hair and dark eyes that missed nothing.
Including what he'd just seen. "What is that thing?"
His voice shook a little, she thought. But not much. He was an officer and a gentleman, so he couldn't let himself freak out over something new and strange. If he was scared, he hid it well. She admired that. As a time traveler, she tried to live by the same kind of code.
"A carriage, sir," she said. "And a broken one, at that."
"No, Mrs. Sydney," Captain Griffin said in a tone that reminded her of Professor Krakowski in lecture mode. "It appears to be a carriage, externally. Inside is something very different. I saw it. I may not understand the evidence of my eyes, but I've never been given to hallucinations. And," he added with a musing, distant look that called her mentor even more strongly to mind, "if I were to suddenly take leave of my senses, I doubt very much I should hallucinate something I'd never imagined existed before."
Disguise had failed, so she must distract and deflect. "I don't see why not," she said. "After all, isn't that how strange religions start?"
He shrugged. "Perhaps. But you're no angel, are you? Although," he allowed, "you're tall and golden enough for one."
She shook her head. There had been concern among the review board that at 5'11" she was too tall a woman to go more than a hundred years into the past. Time travelers were supposed to blend in to their destinations. "No," she said. "Anyway, I'm shorter than you."
He smiled. It wasn't fair how the expression made him look even hotter, with white teeth straighter than anyone born before orthodontics had a right to in a soldier's sun-browned face. "Not by much. But stop trying to distract me. I know what I saw."
She crossed her arms and tried to look lofty. "What if I told you it was none of your concern and refused to say more?"
Now he grinned, a wicked twinkle in his eye. "Then I should be obliged to found a strange religion based on my suppositions. How do you think I would do as a mad preacher, ma'am? On Christmas Eve, I saw the most celestial vision ..."
He wouldn't. He couldn't. "You're far too rational a gentleman to do anything so mad," she said.
"True. But — hang it all, Mrs. Sydney, you must tell me something!" Now his voice shook, and she could hear the fear and amazement he'd been working to hide. "You cannot expect a man to see a light that glows bright as sunlight without a flicker of flame or a — a portrait frame that changes its contents with the touch of a fingertip, and walk away and never think of it again."
She bit her lip and fought to control her shaking breath. Maybe she could've passed off the electric light as some new and improved oil lamp, but he'd seen her iPad. What could she do now? She couldn't think of a single lie that wouldn't make everything worse. The Protocol made no allowances for this, but he'd already seen too much to be distracted or deflected, and wasn't it safer for such a curious man to know the truth? Who knew how badly he'd destroy the timeline with his guesses if she left him ignorant.
"It's my time machine," she said in her own accent, "my broken time machine. I was — I will be born in 1987. I came here from America in 2013."
* * *
Miles Griffin's mind went blank. He wasn't sure that his heart didn't stop for a moment. It was as if everything in the dusty, abandoned stable had gone still and silent. Even Mrs. Sydney stood as motionless as a statue, her clear gray-blue eyes fixed on his face.
His words, when they came, surprised even him. "Were you? That explains a great deal."
She'd caught his eye the day he met her with her height and beauty, but kept it with her strangeness, the way she held herself aloof while watching even the most mundane persons and objects with the avid curiosity of a natural philosopher. Even the way she walked was different, as if she wasn't quite comfortable in her perfectly ordinary clothing. He'd followed her today because it wasn't the first time he'd caught her walking briskly north toward the outskirts of the city. He'd suspected a lover, or that she'd got herself entangled with a ring of spies or smugglers. The truth, as mad as it sounded, fit what he knew of her far better.
She shook her head. "Wait. You believe me?"
Her accent was no longer that of an educated, cultivated woman of the English gentry, but something strange and new to his ears — somewhat American, but not like any loyalist emigrant or Boston sailor he'd ever met. "I do," he said. "The alternative, after all, is to believe you a hallucination or an angel, and we've agreed I am too rational for that."
He was fighting hard to maintain that rationality now. How could one travel through time, as if it were a road to be ridden or a sea to be sailed? It made no sense. But neither he nor anyone in his family had ever shown a hint of madness, he hadn't been drinking, and he hadn't taken a blow to the head. And Christmas Eve or not, Mrs. Sydney was no angel. Surely a heavenly messenger wouldn't smell so deliciously of woman, nor would an angel's golden hair slip out of her careful coiffure and fall over her eyes to be impatiently brushed away.
"Promise not to tell anyone," she said.
She flailed her hands as if fighting for words. "Because — because everyone would want to know how everything turns out. How the war ends, stuff like that."
"What's wrong about that?" It would be useful information to have, after all.
"Well, if you knew, you wouldn't do things the same way, and it would change the timeline."
"Change the timeline," he repeated.
"Yes. Make history take a different course. Destroy the future — my present."
After a moment's consideration, he nodded in understanding. He supposed that even a few small changes now would render the world unrecognizable two centuries hence. But — the implications were dizzying. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. To Mrs. Sydney, everything in Miles's future was as decided and immutable as Queen Elizabeth's reign or the Wars of the Roses. To her, he was history, not a living man with undetermined choices and possibilities yet before him.
"But what if you could make the future better?" he asked. "You might go back another twenty years and kill Bonaparte before he came to power."
At that she laughed aloud.
"What is so amusing? It seems a rational way to make a more peaceful and orderly world."
"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that exactly that argument has been made a million times — only Napoleon is never the example. I shouldn't tell you more than that, but believe me, there's much worse than him to come."
If that was the case, Miles thought it an excellent argument for changing the timeline.
"Besides," she continued, "you have no idea what would happen in France without Napoleon. It might be far better or far worse. You can't know. And if you went back and killed him before he did anything you didn't like, wouldn't that be murder, the same as if you killed any other innocent man? For all you know, any one of your brother officers might be destined to do something horrendous next month or next year."
She rattled off her argument almost as a recitation, and Miles suspected she'd had this discussion, or one very like it, any number of times. He supposed such speculations would be meat and drink to time travelers.
"I see your point," he said, although he wasn't sure it still applied when you knew from your history books what a man was destined to become. "Why are you here?" he asked. "I would've thought time travelers would want to see great events and meet great men, not spend weeks with the sick and wounded of an army in winter quarters. Or — is something significant about to happen?"
She rolled her eyes. "If there was, I couldn't tell you, now could I?"
He sighed. "That would spoil the timeline."
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3.5- "Come with me. It's Christmas." Stars. Another Quick seasonal read from the House of Entangled. Sydney and Miles' interlude in 1810 was easy to immerse yourself in, time-travel told in under 50 pages is never going to get too technical now is it. But the story was sweet and the couple likeable. Past meets future in a sexy Christmas get together. "I can't let myself change the past." Worth grabbing if you a looking for a little escapism for an hour or so over the Christmas period. ARC generously provided via Netgalley, in exchange for the above honest review.
A fun read about time travel during the Christmas season. The two characters come together despite their differences in both of their centuries.
I loved the premise of this story. Intelligent woman from one century falls for understanding man from another. If there was any fault it was that Miles accepts everything a bit too easily. As readers of romance, we do expect a happy ending and got one. As one other review said, Sydney did seem to waffle a bit, but perhaps that was due to the length of the book more than her character. The internal conflict (waffling) would have been a bit less so (I think) if there had been more pages to work with. Just my opinion of course. However, all that said, this is still an extremely enjoyable, quick holiday read and I would recommend it for anyone who needs to their feet up with a cup of hot chocolate or mulled cider and gear down from the holiday madness!
I've mentioned time and time again that I'm not a big novella or short story fan but I'll let you in on a little secret, the ones I'm almost always guaranteed to enjoy center around the holidays. Which is why I signed up for this tour. I really liked this 48 page time travel Christmas romance (try saying that 10 times). I had a free half hour and was able to knock this one out quickly, and I was glad to give Susanna Fraser a try (finally) and thought that this little novella was a great introduction to her writing style. I love time travel romances and of course I love regency romances with dashing heroes so I really enjoyed reading Miles and Sydney's love story. I thought the way that Fraser mixed the time travel and romance bit together was very well done, especially given the length of the story and I was really impressed plus, I liked how the romance between the main characters developed. Overall, for a short story, this one is one of the best ones I've read and I loved the Christmas element added into the storyline. I'm a sucker for a holiday romance and this one has me not only wanting to read more Christmas love stories, but more stories by Susanna Fraser. I would recommend this to anyone looking for a quick, well written time travel Christmas romances between a contemporary woman and a regency hero just in time for the holidays. *I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my free and honest review. All thoughts and opinions expressed herein are 100% my own.
Very enjoyable story. I'm not always a big fan of time travel but this one was good. Just the type of story you want to read during this busy time of year.
Christmas Past is a sweet time travel romance. When Sydney finds herself stuck in 1810 after her time machine breaks, she must make a tough decision on what to do next. Unfortunately (or maybe on the bright side) Miles has found her secret. He takes her under his wing and talks her into waiting until after Christmas to make a final decision on her fate. Of course the romance follows very quickly and it is a very sweet one. A very feel good style romance with one really good explosion (literally). I also liked how the author handled the issues of multiple time lines and changing the future. She had a lot figured out for such a short novella.
***Received from Entangled Publishing for an honest review*** (This is a short story/novella. This review is not based on story length but story content as length has very little to do with how much I enjoy a book.) I've read a few time travel romances but I can't say I've read one that actually involves a machine and an actual job to do in the past. Oftentimes, the hero/heroine stumbles into the past by some random event or even by injury. That the ability to time travel was actually invented and utilized makes this story unique. I love and appreciate Sydney's dedication to her job. While she is attracted to Captain Miles Griffin, she puts it aside to focus on the job at hand, until her machine breaks and she's stuck in the past. The emotions portrayed when she realizes that she's really and truly stuck in 1810, and that she's also been caught with the machine by Captain Griffin, made her more realistic to me. Who doesn't love a man in uniform? LOL I sure do! But it wasn't just the uniform that made Miles attractive as a hero. It was his determination to persuade Sydney that staying with him in 1810 wasn't such a bad idea. I like how he took her with him, how they enjoyed the Christmas season together, and how everything he did for her helped break down her resolve and convince her to stay. While I enjoyed the characters, the dialogue, and the internal struggles, I also loved reading about the time machine itself. For me, the mix of science and romance was well-balanced, giving me a greater appreciation for what Sydney was losing by choosing to stay.
Sydney Dahlquist is a time traveler. The year is 1810 and she is in Lisbon to observe Wellington's army. While she is working in the military hospital, she meets Captain Miles Griffin. They are attracted but she rebuffs him. She can not change the timeline by getting involved. Everything changes. Her transport machine will not work. She is trapped here and can never go home. What will she do? Susanna Fraser's novella is such an enjoyable read. Sydney and Miles Griffin are such a perfect romantic couple. They are a contradiction. He is the past and she the future. Their story set at Christmas time is a fun fantasy that leaves you smiling. A perfect holiday treat that you can read in one sitting. I received a copy of Christmas Past in exchange for an honest review.
I loved the concept behind this story–using the ability to time travel to study history. As a junior high social studies teacher, I’m always telling my students that we’ll never know (fill in one of history’s mysteries here) until one of them makes a time machine (a long-standing extra credit opportunity; haven’t gotten one yet), goes back to that time period, finds out the truth, and reports back to the rest of us. If only! I liked the characters in this one as well–Sydney, who loves her work and her family, and tries so hard to do the right thing; and Miles, the rifle captain who is able to look beyond the surface and is open minded enough to take on a 21st century woman. Together, they make a fantastic couple. Great stuff! Where this one falls short, though, is in the execution. The novella is much too brief to really do the subject or the characters justice. Sydney’s revelation comes very quickly, and to be honest, I wasn’t really quite sure exactly why her reasoning worked so well for her. I wanted to know more–more about the time traveling program (which I still don’t exactly understand the logistics of), more about how they were going to make their relationship work, more about how Sydney would adjust to her new reality, maybe even find out what–if any–implications the events of the novella would all have on the future. In all, it was a pleasant read and an entertaining way to spend a lazy morning, but ultimately it left me wanting more. Rating: B- I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
This is a time travel short story, and the first book that I have read by Susanna Fraser. I have loved the time travel romances that I’ve read, but I have to admit this one fell a bit short for me. It is a cute story, but because it is short it is very to the point, and the excitement of how Sydney traveled back in time was missing since she has already been there for a fee weeks and has already been acquainted with Miles. It also seemed to focus on destroying the time machine rather than the couple. If you are looking for a short story with a Christmas theme that you can read during your lunch break, or when your time is limited this would be one that you might want to consider. I received an e-ARC of this book for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Title: Christmas Past - Entangled Ever After Author: Susanna Fraser Publisher: Entangled Publishing LLC/Entangled After Dark Published: 11-25-2013 ISBN: 978-1-62266-388-0 E-Book ASIN: Pages: 39 Genre: Romance Tags: Paranormal, Time Travel, Novella Sydney Dahlquist has tried everything and can not repair her time ship. stuck in Lisbon. That in itself is not a problem, but the fact that it is December 20, 1810 is.She knows the protocols, had even agreed with them in theory, but now that the time came to carry them out she was wavering. As she prepares to blow up her ship and remove herself from the chance of changing history she catches sight of Captain Miles Griffin, a local, someone out of bounds to her forever. Not believing what he sees he asks anyway. When Sydney tries to make him think he is imagining things. When that does not work she admits that she is from the future and her machine is broken and that she is stuck in the past. When Miles asks what she plans to do she tell him that she will destroy the machine he asks her about herself? When he receives no reply he realizes she plans to destroy herself as well. He tells her he can not allow that and vows to stay with her around the clock until he can convince her not to commit suicide. What follows, although short is a very good story of when does duty give way to a chance at life and happiness? Can Miles convince Sydney that death is not the only option open to her? Will she listen and believe? Or will this be the last Christmas Sydney will ever celebrate? Grieving for all she has lost can she open her heart to see all she could gain? Ms. Fraser has packed quite a punch with this short novella. You will enjoy it from beginning to end.
Christmas Past by Susanna Fraser Sydney Dahlquist is stuck in the past. Literally. Her time machine has broken and she must destroy it so as not to influence the time line. Miles Griffin has been watching Sydney and her strange habits of note taking and constant washing of her hands. He finds he is drawn to this tall beautiful mysterious woman. Since Sydney is stuck, she decides to let loose and have fun on her "last night". This quasi historical 44 page short story is fascinating with its history lessons in straw mattress stuffing to Sydney using an iPad. So cleverly wound together in a sappy romance. I love sappy romance! I received this book from the publisher.
This is a really sweet quick read. I am not always into time travel romance, they get too science-y at times. But this was a really nice read. Sure, things take a turn into science-y at the very end, but the real meat of the story already happened so, it was easy to skim. I really liked Sydney and Griffen getting together, although they seemed to be very naive and trusting folks. If somebody told me they were from the future with a time machine I would need serious proof. It would take a lot to convince me, even then I might still have doubts. This is a sweet romance with a hint of steam, not one of my down and dirty reads, but a really lovely warm read! This is a new author for me but I am definitely going to checkout her other books! *Disclosure - I received a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.*
Sydney Dahlquest is in trouble, a time traveler from the future, her time machine has broken down in the year 1810. If she follows the protocol she must destroy her time machine and kill herself; however Captain Miles Griffin won’t allow her to sacrifice herself. How will she affect the future if she decides to stay? A very sweet short read, the hero and heroine are very likable and the questions the book poses are interesting. Fun Read!
Time-traveling PhD student Sydney Dahlquist’s first mission sounded simple enough—spend two weeks in December 1810 collecting blood samples from the sick and wounded of Wellington’s army, then go home to modern-day Seattle and Christmas with her family. But when her time machine breaks, stranding her in the past, she must decide whether to sacrifice herself to protect the timeline or to build a new life—and embrace a new love—two centuries before her time. Rifle captain Miles Griffin has been fascinated by the tall, beautiful "Mrs. Sydney" from the day he met her caring for wounded soldiers. When he stumbles upon her time travel secret on Christmas Eve, he vows to do whatever it takes to seduce her into making her home in his present—by his side. Review: I loved the premise of this story, a Vernesque story where time travel is done by scientists to learn about the past. Sydney goes back in time, but her time machine breaks down. As she is about to engage the safety protocols; which include blowing up the machine and killing herself, Captain Miles Griffin comes looking for her. I have to say Miles is Very accepting of what Sydney tells him of her and the time machine. While Sydney is doing her time travel she meets Miles and you can tell they have an instant attraction, but the times being what they are and that Sydney is only there for a short time nothing comes of it. That is until Miles finds Sydney and the time machine. Once he finds her he tries to convince her to stay with him. I liked the story, but it seemed too short and would have loved to get more in depth with the characters and the story. I think this would make a great series! The writing style was great and I would definitely read more by this author. 3 stars
Sidney who is a PhD student participating in time travel studies. She travels back to December 1810 and ends up finding love with a local military man. Does she stay or does she go? This story was short and sweet. There wasn't a lot of extra, but was a good read. I'm afraid if I put to much in the review I'll spoil it for the rest of you. Enjoy!
Enjoyable Time Travel Romance!!!!! Sydney Dahlquist's time machine is broken. Protocol demands that she blow up her machine and that she then die so as not to change anything in the future. She has waited a week longer than she should have... hoping to be rescued. It is Christmas Eve and she cannot wait any longer... Captain Miles Griffin was shocked to find the tall blonde who had caught his eye in a strange contraption in an abandoned barn. He had followed her on a whim thinking she may have been in trouble and needing assistance. When she told him that she was from 200 years in the future and that the contraption was a time machine, he didn't know what to believe.... I enjoyed reading this short time travel holiday romance. The concept was intriguing and original. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys time travel romances. An Enjoyable Read! 3 1/2 stars!
This is a time travel, short story. A good basis but wish it dealt more with the characters involved instead of the time machine. A good ending. I think it could have been so much better as a full book with the character development. I received the ARC from teh publisher for an honest review.
I liked the concept of this book and it had some good parts , it was just too short. I wanted more interactions between the characters and less about the time travel.
This book is short but cute story. Sydney was getting her PHD and was time traveling. She done a few times before so the could study what it was like back in whatever era they went to visit. On her last travel her time machine broke and was trapped back in 1810. Sydney has been there for three weeks and couldn't fix it. She been working with the injured and been flirting with a very handsome Captain Griffin. Sydney knew it was time to follow protocol to destroy the time machine and take the poison that will kill her, so she doesn't change the past to the present her time 2013. Captain Griffin followed Sydney and couldn't believe what he seen. Sydney told him what she could and what she was about todo, but he wasn't going to have it. He talked Sydney into spending Christmas Eve with him, in hopes to change her mind. Sydney was going to go out with a bang so why not hook up with him. He stayed the night with Sydney and fell asleep and when he woke up, she wasn't there and he went looking for her. He found her and she told him she wasn't going to kill herself but she needed to destroy the time machine and he helped her. Captain Griffin asked her to marry him and she said no, they really don't know each other and he asked when then and Sydney in a couple of months in spring.