"Excellent debut time travel from this author."
Modern-day social worker Sarah Jane Tremont finally has the
ability to help a sick child in need...just as she's swept
into 1888 by seemingly magical footprints. At that moment,
the concerns of the modern world are pushed to the side as
people appear to know her and dislike her. In an attempt to
get along until the next stagecoach can take her back to
California to rediscover the footprints, Sarah tries to
make up for the heartache and suspicion her double has left
behind. This is an easier task than it sounds, with a
horrid reputation, dastardly villains, tales of a dead
husband, and an irate ex-brother-in-law hounding her every
move to make sure she is flung into the first coach out of
town. This debut romance is a wonderful romp into the past and an
elegant analysis of layers of love and community. The pages
fly by as one devours each plotline more quickly than the
last. Ms. Long does an excellent job conveying the
confusion and compassion a modern woman can have for life
in the 1800s. The conflicts are not contrived, and the
characters are convincing.
Reviewed by Vicky Gilpin
Posted January 10, 2005
SummaryUnforgettable passion from a talented new Sensation
author.
When Sarah Jane Tremont gets swept off a beach in southern
California and time travels back to 1888 Wyoming Territory,
the good old days don't seem all that great. She lands on
the doorstep of rancher John Beckett, who confuses her with
his sister-in-law Sarah who left six months earlierthe
family fortune in her satchelafter the death of his
only brother.
He's got no time for forgiveness and she's in the wrong time
for love. However, like a mountain stream that inevitably
thaws in the spring, John can't keep his heart from warming
up and his blood from flowing hot for Sarah.
Can he convince Sarah in time to plunge with him into the
still-icy water and to give love a chance to warm his cold
heart? Can Sarah find a way to enjoy the pleasure and
passion of the past without turning her back on her
responsibilities in the present?
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