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    Stopping Time: Kerrigan Chronicles, #1
    Stopping Time: Kerrigan Chronicles, #1
    Stopping Time: Kerrigan Chronicles, #1
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    Stopping Time: Kerrigan Chronicles, #1

    By W.J. May

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    USA Today Bestselling author, W.J. May brings you a continuation of the international bestselling series, The Chronicles of Kerrigan! Come back and enjoy the famous characters, or step into the series right here. You won't be disappointed!

    How can you save the future, when someone's slowly unraveling your past?

    Rae Kerrigan and her friends finally have the lives they've always wanted. Jobs, children, security, no super villains trying to destroy the world—things are about as normal as they can get for a band of superspies. But when someone jumps back into the past and starts messing with their future—everything they've worked so hard to build goes up in smoke.

    To save their future, the Kerrigan gang must travel back into the past. Using her father's tatu, Rae and the others embark upon a wild time-hopping goose chase as they try to track down this latest threat before things are broken beyond repair.

    Will they stop the time traveler before things are too late? Can they manage not to lose themselves in the process? More importantly…

    …how far down the rabbit hole are they willing to go?

    Kerrigan Chronicles

    Stopping Time

    Passage of Time

    Ticking Clock

    READ THE WHOLE SERIES:
    Prequel Series:
    Christmas Before the Magic
    Question the Darkness
    Into the Darkness
    Fight the Darkness
    Alone in the Darkness
    Lost in Darkness

    The Chronicles of Kerrigan Series
    Rae of Hope
    Dark Nebula
    House of Cards
    Royal Tea
    Under Fire
    End in Sight
    Hidden Darkness
    Twisted Together
    Mark of Fate
    Strength & Power
    Last One Standing
    Rae of Light

    The Chronicles of Kerrigan Sequel
    A Matter of Time
    Time Piece
    Second Chance
    Glitch in Time
    Our Time
    Precious Time

    The Chronicles of Kerrigan: Gabriel
    Living in the Past
    Present for Today
    Staring at the Future

    Kerrigan Chronicles

    Stopping Time, A Passage of Time, Ticking Clock

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDark Shadow Publishing
    Release dateAug 20, 2018
    ISBN9781540112507
    Stopping Time: Kerrigan Chronicles, #1
    Author

    W.J. May

    About W.J. May Welcome to USA TODAY BESTSELLING author W.J. May's Page! SIGN UP for W.J. May's Newsletter to find out about new releases, updates, cover reveals and even freebies! http://eepurl.com/97aYf   Website: http://www.wjmaybooks.com Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-WJ-May-FAN-PAGE/141170442608149?ref=hl *Please feel free to connect with me and share your comments. I love connecting with my readers.* W.J. May grew up in the fruit belt of Ontario. Crazy-happy childhood, she always has had a vivid imagination and loads of energy. After her father passed away in 2008, from a six-year battle with cancer (which she still believes he won the fight against), she began to write again. A passion she'd loved for years, but realized life was too short to keep putting it off. She is a writer of Young Adult, Fantasy Fiction and where ever else her little muses take her.

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      Stopping Time - W.J. May

      Have You Read the C.o.K Series?

      The Prequel series is a Sub-Series of the Chronicles of Kerrigan.

      The prequel on how Simon Kerrigan met Beth!!

      Download for FREE:

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      THE CHRONICLES OF KERRIGAN: PREQUEL –

      Christmas Before the Magic

      Question the Darkness

      Into the Darkness

      Fight the Darkness

      Alone in the Darkness

      Lost the Darkness

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      THE CHRONICLES OF KERRIGAN

      Book I - Rae of Hope is FREE!

      Book Trailer:

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gILAwXxx8MU

      Book II - Dark Nebula

      Book Trailer:

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca24STi_bFM

      Book III - House of Cards

      Book IV - Royal Tea

      Book V - Under Fire

      Book VI - End in Sight

      Book VII – Hidden Darkness

      Book VIII – Twisted Together

      Book IX – Mark of Fate

      Book X – Strength & Power

      Book XI – Last One Standing

      Book XII – Rae of Light

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      THE CHRONICLES OF KERRIGAN SEQUEL

      Matter of Time

      Time Piece

      Second Chance

      Glitch in Time

      Our Time

      Precious Time

      The Chronicles of Kerrigan: Gabriel

      Living in the Past

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      Present for Today

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      Staring at the Future

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      Kerrigan Chronicles

      Book 1 – Stopping Time

      Book 2 – A Passage of Time

      Book 3 – Ticking Clock

      Find W.J. May

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      Stopping Time Blurb:

      HOW CAN YOU SAVE THE future, when someone is slowly unraveling your past?

      Rae Kerrigan and her friends finally have the lives they’ve always wanted. Jobs, children, security, no super villains trying to destroy the world—things are about as normal as they can get for a band of superspies. But when someone jumps back into the past and starts messing with their future, everything they’ve worked so hard to build goes up in smoke.

      To save their future, the Kerrigan gang must travel back into the past. Using her father’s tatù, Rae and the others embark upon a wild, time-hopping goose chase as they try to track down this latest threat before things are broken beyond repair.

      Will they stop the time traveler before it’s too late? Can they manage not to lose themselves in the process? More importantly...

      ...how far down the rabbit hole are they willing to go?

      Contents

      Have You Read the C.o.K Series?

      Kerrigan Chronicles

      Find W.J. May

      Stopping Time Blurb:

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      A Passage of Time

      Find W.J. May

      The Chronicles of Kerrigan

      EXCERPT from W.J. May’s New Series!

      Chapter 1 – Eternal Excerpt

      More books by W.J. May

      TUDOR COMPARISON:

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      Chapter 1

      P ut that down—hands where I can see them.

      Rae Kerrigan froze where she stood, breath catching in her chest. It wasn’t often that people were able to surprise her, especially within the walls of her own home, but you could never be too careful. There was a metallic click, the unmistakable sound of a safety coming off a gun.

      Hands, the voice said again, louder this time. Show me your hands.

      It was somewhere between a tenor and a baritone. Silky-smooth, but with a rough edge that told her it was no empty threat. He was standing at a strategic angle behind her, precisely beyond the reach of the mirror. Her eyes scanned the glassy reflection but came up blank.

      The gun flashed in the light, and she realized abruptly that she was out of time.

      In an act of survival, she lifted her hands automatically into the air. But just as quickly a part of her rebelled, slowly reaching one towards her vanity. Listen, I’m just going to—

      Don’t test me.

      Her fingers froze, then continued their glacial journey. Out of the corner of her eye she spied what she was looking for. A tiny silver tube.

      Please, just think about this. She spoke in what she hoped was her most rational-sounding voice. You don’t want to do something you’ll regret...

      The gun clicked again and the voice lowered to a deadly, simmering calm. You have until the count of three.

      Rae’s hand froze in the air, hovering just a few inches above the polished surface of the wood. Just let me—

      One...

      I promise you, if I could just—

      Two...

      The hair rose on the back of her neck. It was now or never.

      In an act of reckless desperation, she snatched up the tiny metal cylinder and whirled around, holding on for dear life, prepared to face whatever might come.

      I just need some gloss!

      The room froze dead still as she lifted her eyes, clutching the lipstick and staring at the man in front of her with wide, entreating eyes. For a minute, they just stood there. Then he fired a bullet into the wall behind her, shattering a ceramic mug that stood in the way.

      GABRIEL! she cried in dismay, rushing forward to survey the damage. What the hell are you doing, firing a gun in my house? Are you crazy?!

      Probably. He alone hadn’t flinched at the explosive shards of plaster. He simply shrugged an unapologetic shoulder, speaking in a flat deadpan. I warned you.

      Rae’s eyes narrowed as she held up what was left of the broken mug—a dilapidated handle and the splintered remains of what had read, World’s best...with a bullet hole cancelling out the rest.

      This was Devon’s, she said wryly, though she suspected he already knew that.

      Funny you should mention Devon. The gun went back into the holster and her favorite assassin strode forward, into the failing light. It caught the gold in his hair and illuminated his vibrant green eyes, making him look like an angry Renaissance portrait come to life. Because I sent him in here five minutes ago to get you into the bloody car. Where is he? Tied up in the closet?

      Rae bit her lip guiltily. In truth, she didn’t know where Devon was. He’d tried to rush her out the door for about thirty seconds, before realizing it was a lost cause. Then his phone had beeped with an incoming text and he’d vanished into thin air. Where he was now, who could say?

      You know, she edged discreetly towards the mirror, it isn’t at all unlikely about the closet. Why don’t you check in there, and I’ll just finish—

      Rae Alexis Kerrigan!

      There was a pause.

      ...that’s not my middle name.

      The gun was back. This time, Gabriel was aiming a little higher.

      Pick up your purse, step away from the mirror, and get into the car. Do it now, or so help me I’ll make a bloody Jackson Pollock all over these walls.

      She considered her options for a moment, eyes drifting wistfully towards the mirror, then decided not to test him. Gabriel’s nerves had been strung a bit thin as of late, and he was an artist with that handgun. Not to mention she and Devon had just repainted the walls.

      Geez, what’s the hurry? She smoothed down her dress and picked up a sparkling clutch as if she’d been intending to do it all along. It’s like you’re dating one of the ballerinas...

      When Gabriel had returned two years ago from his blood-spattered vision quest on the other side of the world, he had not been alone. In a move that had stunned the gang to the core, he had brought a young woman back with him to London. A neurotic, tech-savvy ballerina who’d unlocked his memories and stolen his heart. Probably at the same time. Or, knowing Gabriel, he’d stolen her, had his memories unlocked, then given the poor girl her heart back and his along with it.

      Together, they’d turned the streets of New York City upside down before returning to a life of relative domesticity in England. ‘Relative’ domesticity, what with Gabriel’s long-awaited return to the Privy Council and Natasha accepting a position with the Royal School of Ballet.

      It was a Brooklyn fairytale—that’s what Molly called it. Devon argued a true fairytale might not have left such a body count in the heart of the industrial district, but Rae thought it was rather fitting. That if the notorious Gabriel Alden was ever to fall in love it would almost kill him to do it.

      Do you get it? she prompted with a suggestive grin, trying hard to mimic that infuriating charm Gabriel was so famous for. One of the ballerinas?

      He didn’t blink. That’s hilarious. Who knew you were so funny? He kicked open the bedroom door and shoved her towards it. Hard. Certainly not me. And I’ve known you for a long time now.

      Needless to say, those were the last words either of them said inside the house.

      The sun was just starting to dip beneath the London skyline as Gabriel and Rae hurried down the front path to the expensive car idling alongside the curb. He looked almost painfully unattainable in a fitted tuxedo, and no fewer than three different cars drifted into the wrong lane when Rae Kerrigan stepped out onto the street.

      The dress she had selected was simple, but exquisite. An elegant cascade of crystal-dusted amethyst silk that hugged her curves before spilling to the ground. Her gentle curls were swept half-up, tumbling down the center of her back while leaving her shoulders bare, and a single diamond glittered in the hollow of her throat. An anniversary gift from her devoted husband.

      The old Gabriel would have stared. The old Gabriel would have made some toe-curling joke that left her so flustered she’d spend the better part of the night just trying to calm down.

      The new Gabriel shoved her unceremoniously into the backseat, keeping a worried eye on traffic at the same time.

      Seriously, hon—you’ve got to relax. She offered a comforting smile that he was too distracted to see. We’re going to make it there in plenty of time.

      He nodded quickly, slipping into the front passenger seat, having no idea what it was she actually said. One hand drummed nervously against the side of his leg while the other drifted up to loosen the collar of his shirt, fingers tugging distractedly at the starched fabric.

      Right, he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. Plenty of time.

      For a second, it looked like it had worked. At the very least, he was no longer wielding firearms purchased on the black market. Then he glanced at his watch and leaned his whole body on the horn, not seeing the tall man already pulling open the driver’s door.

      Gabriel—relax. Devon climbed inside, sliding the key into the ignition in the same fluid motion. He, too, was wearing a tuxedo that fit him like a glove, and he gave his wife a little wink in the rearview mirror, dark hair spilling into his bright, twinkling eyes. You’re acting as if you’re dating one of the ballerinas...

      Gabriel’s eyes closed ever so briefly, as if he was in pain. It’s like you all went to the same dumb spy school, and came back just to torture me...

      Not all of us could be so lucky to have been raised in a cave, Devon replied cheerfully. He was in a surprisingly good mood, considering he was being forced to spend the evening watching a recreation of Swan Lake. Everyone buckled in?

      A muscle twitched in the back of Gabriel’s jaw and he raised the gun again, only to drop it immediately, using his tatù to literally melt it into the interior of the car.

      ...what’s this?

      Rae followed his gaze, then leaned forward in surprise when her own daughter scrambled onto the seat beside her. Aria? She shot Devon a questioning look. What are you doing here? I thought Daddy already dropped you off at Grandma and Grandpa’s.

      While Devon mumbled something about Grandma and Grandpa being busy fighting drug lords in Peru, Aria simply shook her head with an oblivious five-year-old’s smile.

      What’s cocaine?

      Before either of her stricken parents could answer, Gabriel slammed his hands on the dash.

      "Okay—that’s enough! He twisted around in his seat, glaring murderously at each of them in turn. This is Natasha’s first performance dancing the lead, do you understand? It’s opening night! I promised that I’d see her before it starts, and if we’re late I will personally dismember each and every person here. His eyes narrowed as they fixed on little Aria. Even you."

      She giggled delightedly at his savage expression, tugging on her father’s sleeve. Why can’t I go to the theater with you? I want to be a ballerina like Auntie Natasha.

      He squeezed her foot with a patient smile. Well, sweetie, you’ve already decided to be a doctor, a marine biologist, a poet, a panther, a mercenary, and a vegetarian chef. All that along with successfully graduating kindergarten. I think your schedule’s a bit tight for dancing.

      Well, what if I just—

      She broke off as the car itself shook with a supernatural backlash.

      VÁMANOS!

      Okay, okay, Devon said quickly, catching Gabriel’s strained expression as he hurried to bring the engine to life. It’s all right. Everything’s going to be fine. The daycare’s on the way to the theater. We’ll just swing by, and—

      Wait for me!

      The entire car turned around to see a gorgeous woman racing down the sidewalk. One hand was holding up the hem of her gown, the other pressed protectively against her fiery hair. A short distance behind, a handsome man was struggling to keep pace, clearly baffled by her speed despite her staggering heels.

      WAIT!

      Gabriel slumped lower in his seat. This can’t be happening...

      A second later, the door yanked open and Molly clambered inside. No less than twelve yards of crimson chiffon were soon to follow, and everyone clustered together to make room.

      Thank goodness I got ready so fast, she panted, smoothing down her hair while flashing Rae a beaming smile. Otherwise I might have missed you!

      Not everyone was so thrilled with the timing.

      "Where’s your car? Gabriel asked sharply, shoving his watch in Devon’s face as if to remind him that he had a car of his own. The one you were supposed to take to the theater yourself?"

      Oh, who knows. Molly waved her hand dismissively. Luke tried to explain, but it was honestly too boring to listen. Something about getting hit with lightning too many times to run...

      The others shared a look, but before they could say anything Molly pulled a giant purse out of what looked like thin air and started rummaging about—inadvertently elbowing everyone around her in the process. She emerged a second later with a glittering tiara and pressed it on Aria’s head. "There, she said with satisfaction, now you’re ready for daycare. When the little girl lifted her hands in wonder, her favorite aunt gave her a wink. It’s what all the ballerinas wear..."

      Aria let out a squeal of delight, while Rae rolled her eyes with a smile.

      Molly might have had a son—a son who had thus far resisted her urge to dress him as a five-year-old James Bond—but her best friend had a daughter. A daughter who happened to look like a walking billboard for baby Prada.

      Hang on! she cried as Devon pulled away from the curb. We have to wait for Luke!

      This time, Rae didn’t dare glance over at Gabriel’s face. If she had to guess, she’d say he was stroking a finger along the chrome interior of the car. Considering resurrecting his trusty handgun.

      Fortunately, the door opened just a second later and Luke climbed inside. Unfortunately for Luke, his wife—in a fit of enthusiasm for the royal ballet—had forced him to wear something that would have looked more at home back in the court of a sixteenth-century king.

      Devon glanced back with an automatic greeting, but it froze on his lips. Instead, it was replaced with a rather transparent, Nice... doublet.

      Luke’s handsome face soured as he ran a hand back through his hair, simultaneously ruining the perfectly-styled coif. "Yeah? Well, try saying that... I mean, let’s see you try to... He gave up, bowing his head with a demoralized sigh. ...thanks."

      It was an argument he’d already had and lost many times. Many, many times.

      The entire car graciously fell silent. Even little Aria knew to hold her tongue. After a few seconds they were about to ease into traffic and move past it, but just then, before anyone could say a word, the door opened yet again and a head of dark hair slid inside.

      Hey, guys! I thought you’d be at the theater already. Julian glanced around with a curious smile before his eyes came to rest on Luke. They lingered there for a moment, trying to interpret, flashing up with a look of concern. Were we supposed to come in costume?

      Rae didn’t know what was better. The look on Luke’s face, the

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