by M. S. Parker
I was trying to find out what happened to the man I’d fallen in love with. And this article here, the one I’d just printed out, had been the final nail.
The one that had all but devastated me.
Glenn Jackson: The Fall of a Hollywood Star
His career, and his life, had spiraled out of control in 1962.
The day I disappeared, the day I returned—it was as if his life fell apart.
“Glenn…”
I’d sent my uncle a text before I left the library.
He’d tried to contact me several times and guilt had me responding before I left, even though I was achingly tired—and just plain aching, sore through to my very soul.
It had happened.
I wasn’t just crazy.
I didn’t understand, though.
Why had I gone back at all?
Unless it really had been to save Florence. But why go back to save one person, only to destroy the life of another? Not to mention breaking my own heart.
The drive to Uncle Daniel’s house wasn’t long enough to find any answers, even though he lived almost twenty minutes outside the city—and it was a big city. Even at night, LA bustled, so it took almost an hour to finally get to his place—but those minutes did nothing to provide insight into what was going on.
Of course, I felt like I could travel to the North Pole and back and still not have any answers.
The lights of my uncle’s driveway had never been more welcome, and I thought about just sneaking inside, slipping into the pretty room he had designed for me, sinking into the tub and just zoning out. I wanted to forget for a little while.
Maybe if I did, maybe if I could, things would be clearer.
I didn’t know.
I wouldn’t find out either, not right away.
The moment I walked in, Uncle Daniel appeared in the doorway and I was caught up in a bone-crushing hug. “You had me worried, Maya. Have you spent this entire day at the library?”
It wasn’t doubt I heard in his voice, not really.
Just the words of somebody who’d been worried.
He didn’t even wait for an answer—just drew back and studied me, a deep frown creasing his handsome face. He angled my face one way, then the other before he sighed heavily. “You are losing weight. Do you know that? You’ve only been here a few weeks and you’ve probably lost ten pounds. I promised your dad I’d take care of you. You’re going to go back looking like a waif!”
“No, I’m not.” Pushing up onto my toes, I kissed his cheek. “I’m fine, Uncle Daniel. Just tired. I want to go up and take a bath, get some rest.”
“Oh, no,” he said, stopping me before I turned away. Shrewd eyes captured me. “When was the last time you ate?”
As though he’d said the magic words, my stomach yowled in demand.
Sheepishly, I shrugged. “I had a sandwich a while ago.”
“Define a while.” He gestured for me to follow. He was a man used to giving commands. I wasn’t precisely used to following them, but he was right—I did need to eat.
Ten minutes later, we sat down over the pasta he’d kept warm while waiting for me to get home. It was good, and I ate more than I needed to, considering I was going to bed, but also, I hadn’t eaten hardly anything the past few days. I defended the second helping by telling myself I needed the carbs.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Uncle Daniel said, cutting himself off in the middle of a story he’d been telling me. I couldn’t have answered a single question about what he’d been telling me, but the drone of his voice was comforting. He pushed himself back from the table, reaching for a parcel, and I felt my gut go cold at the sight of it. I barely managed to smooth out my features before he turned back to me.
“This was delivered earlier.” He laughed softly. “Is this some new monthly crate or something? It looks old—very old. The delivery service wanted to apologize for the tardiness of the delivery. He said there was an issue—if you wanted to call the office, they could explain.”
“Okay.” My voice came out a mere whisper, and I had to clear my throat and try again after he gave me an odd look. “I’ll have to open it and see what it is. Might be from a friend.”
I gave a weak smile as I took it from him, running my hands over the thick, waxy paper.
My own handwriting stared back up at me.
Pretending a lack of interest, I put it down and reached for my spoon. “So…you were saying?”
Uncle Daniel studied me a moment, then went back to his seat and picked up his glass of wine. As he continued to talk, I nodded and smiled, even managed to ask a question or two. But I was focused on the parcel.
Focused on the letter I knew that was away tucked inside a book, protected by time and damage.
Why had it arrived here now?
Why hadn’t I received it in time to keep from making the stupid mistakes that had sent me back to begin with?
Don’t miss Chasing Temptation, The Glenn Jackson Saga Book 2, coming in September.
Other Time Travel romances by MS Parker
Fire & Honor (The Lightwood Affair Book 1)
Fear & Honor (The Lightwood Affair Book 2)
Love & Honor (The Lightwood Affair Book 3)
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The Billionaire’s Muse
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Take Me, Sir
Make Me Yours
The Billionaire’s Sub
The Billionaire’s Mistress
Con Man Box Set
HERO Box Set
A Legal Affair Box Set
The Client
Indecent Encounter
Dom X Box Set
Unlawful Attraction Box Set
Chasing Perfection Box Set
Blindfold Box Set
Club Prive Box Set
The Pleasure Series Box Set
Exotic Desires Box Set
Pure Lust Box Set
Casual Encounter Box Set
Sinful Desires Box Set
Twisted Affair Box Set
Serving HIM Box Set
About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of over fifty spicy romance series and novels.
Living part-time in Las Vegas, part-time on Maui, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor and author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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Acknowledgments
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