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    Journey Across Time
    Journey Across Time
    Journey Across Time
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    Journey Across Time

    By C.R. Moss

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    There is magic on the ranch...

    A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.
    Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

    Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo...it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

    Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight
    Release dateNov 10, 2014
    ISBN9781772331028
    Journey Across Time
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    C.R. Moss

    An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. More about C.R. and links to buy her books can be found at https://crmoss.com/ She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories in the futuristic/sci-fi, horror and urban fantasy genres. Sometimes there’s a blending of paranormal, suspense, thriller, romantic elements and/or eroticism in the stories. Some of the stories are even set within her home city of Las Vegas. But if she’s done her job right as an author, all the stories should set you on edge, leave you craving and wanting to explore more of the dark. What waits around the corner? Come explore... Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/

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      Journey Across Time - C.R. Moss

      Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2014 C.R. Moss

      ISBN: 978-1-77233-102-8

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Brieanna Robertson

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      A big thank you to my greatest supporter, my hubby. I’m so enjoying our journey of life together!

      JOURNEY ACROSS TIME

      Raritan Manor Ranch, 2

      C.R. Moss

      Copyright © 2014

      Chapter One

      One night in the past in the American Frontier…

      The long, orange-yellow ribbons of flames stretched and reached up toward the dark Nevada sky, embracing the air and the spirit of the night. Smoke billowed from glowing logs within a stone-ringed pit. Trent Whitetail VanAlder chanted as he danced around the fire.

      His grandfather, a shaman called Thinks Like Owl, had told him the fire-dance ritual and meditation would illuminate his life-path. Though he hadn’t grown up immersed in the lifestyle of the desert people, deep down he believed a revelation would occur. His spirit guide would appear and supply him with the answers he sought. As Owl had instructed over the past several months, spiritual growth was a matter of faith.

      So he’d learned to meditate, to go within to find peace and center his spirit. Sometimes, he caught glimpses of his twin soul—a beautiful woman with flowing hair and piercing eyes. Sometimes, he felt close to receiving the answers he sought regarding where he belonged. His grandfather had said coming close to but not receiving the answers right away was all part of the process of preparing him for what was to come.

      Due to the meditations and near answers, he had belief. He had faith. He had hope. He added another prayer that the ritual would work this time because he really wanted it to.

      Trent stopped his chanting and dancing around the fire and sat crossed-legged on the ground facing the pit. He gazed upon the fire, and becoming mesmerized by the blaze’s dance, he settled into a meditative state and prayed the gods would find favor upon him.

      He sensed his spirit moving back in time, then pictured a forest, and as he stepped forward, the trees and bushes parted, revealing a grassy path. Taking the passage, he followed it to the bank of a slow-moving river. Near the water’s edge sat a woman filling a pouch made from an animal’s skin. She turned and smiled at him.

      His heart soared with love for the dark-haired, dark-skinned woman. Ever since he’d found her in a field, battered and bloodied, and then helped her heal, he felt an inexplicable connection to her.

      Over the course of a few months, the members of his clan let it be known they did not like the strange woman in their midst, they only tolerated her. He went to see the clan’s witch to learn if there was anything to be done. She said the dark woman came to their land for him. The traveler was his other half, the one who would make him happy and whole.

      He admitted to the sorceress he knew he and the foreigner were connected. He’d dreamt of her and him together in other lifetimes prior to finding her.

      The old hag nodded at his words, then picked up her black feline. As she stroked its fur, the animal seemed to regard him. Its stare sent chills down his arms.

      A log popped, followed by several cracks and a long hiss from the wood, snapping Trent out of his trance. Sparks flew toward him, but he didn’t flinch.

      He shook his head. Great Sky Spirit. Who was he kidding? His spiritual growth wasn’t just a matter of wanting a quest to seek answers to happen. It was a matter of necessity. Discovering where he belonged was of utmost importance. He needed answers. Was he meant to be with his grandfather and his dead father’s people, those who lived in and off the desert? Or did he belong with his adopted family because his deceased mother once was friends with the woman who raised him? He felt like he didn’t fit in with either family. His skin tone and mannerisms were too European for the tribal committee. His passionate spirit too Native American for his adopted brothers.

      Now he also needed to know who the woman was he kept seeing in his meditations. How did she fit into all of this?

      Trent turned his face up to the dark sky blanketed with silver pinpricks of light. Great Sky Spirit guiding all on Earth, what am I to do? Where am I to go? His gaze dropped back down to the outline of the mountain range illuminated by the light of the full moon. Then he looked down the slope to the framing of the house his adopted family was in the process of building.

      A dark shape emerged from the shadows on the other side of the pit nearer to the construction. A soft gasp escaped him. Excitement sped up his pulse. The journey begins! Thinks Like Owl spoke the truth.

      The shape’s shadow merged into the neighboring glow of the fire as it neared. The form became clear.

      Confused, he blinked.

      A black cat sat next to the pit and stared at him with piercing yellow-green eyes.

      My great spirit guide is a cat? Disbelief and disappointment clouded his mind. He’d been expecting a mountain lion or a bear or a great hawk. Not some common house cat. He shook his head. The enchantment surrounding the ritual deflated. Shoo. Go away. Leave me to my misery of being caught between the two different worlds of my heritage.

      The cat tilted its head and chirped a few times.

      Trent rubbed his eyes, then studied the animal. Sounded like the cat snickered. I must be losing my mind. The feline meowed and looked over its shoulder. He followed its focus.

      On the other side of the fire, a woman sat on a log. Tears streamed down her face. His gut clenched. Who was the strange-clothed intruder on his family’s property? What harm had befallen her that she should cry?

      He rose, then stepped around the fire. Who are you?

      The woman didn’t move, gave no sign she even heard him.

      Trent repeated his question louder and took another step toward her.

      The cat trotted up to her and rubbed against her leg. She reached down and stroked its fur. The warm, romantic glow of the fire encompassed her, making her pale skin and the gold in her brown hair shine. A quiet

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