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September's Gold - A sweet time-travel romance by Ashlyn Barré

Coming soon to Rosa Romance Publishing!

A note from the Author:
 
I've always loved time travels, and I've been fascinated with the California Gold Rush since I was a child growing up in Northern California.

Luckily, the area I live in now was smack-dab in the middle of all of the action, and we still have so much history available from that era... history that I've physically touched and read. Wow!  The thrill of holding something in your hands that was *handwritten* by someone famous in history... it's indescribable.

In my research for this book, I've learned so much about the history of where I live--history that I can eagerly pass on to my children and incorporate into my books for my readers.

So come along with me on my journey of discovery -- where my hero discovers that history is more than just dusty old books in the library. He finds that history is full of passionate love, misery, decisions that have life-or-death consequences, and real people who will live in your heart forever.

Blurb:

David Chesney believes in ghosts. He's seen them...and they've seen him.

When a beautiful ghost begs him to help save her child, David falls back in time to the California Gold Rush, where a life was worth less than a shiny gold nugget, and tossed away even more rapidly. As he meets the woman who has intrigued him all of his life, in her lifetime, he finds that love is more precious than gold, even when her future is in his past.

Can he change the future to save the woman he's fallen in love with from heartbreak? More importantly... should he?

* Book One of the Golden Time Series *


September's Gold

Sometimes in September
When the leaves are blushing gold
The wind blows softly through the branches
Like the memories of yesterday

By the river in the woods
The water rushes through the rocks
Like yesterday’s wishes tossed away
As seconds ticking on the watch of time

The winds carry their secrets
Away to far off lands
Like the dreams of tomorrow
And the hours of yesterday

The color of love’s sacrifice
Carves into the cliffs of time
Gold and red entwined in the dance
Which time cannot erase

But sometimes, in September
In the river near the trees
The echoed memories of another
Leave a passage to a dream


 
Excerpt

Help me save my daughter. Please—you must be the one. I have lingered within these ruins so long, waiting. Help me save her, she doesn’t deserve to die.

The ghostly woman’s words were forever etched into his memory. The tears in her reddened eyes tracked through what looked like soot on her face, leaving luminescent streaks highlighting her sorrow. Her reddened and burned hand reached out to the boy David had been from across time, continuing into his adulthood and contributing to his obsession with the early history of the area.

He had to find her, time was running out.

He shook his head, wondering why he’d think that when the woman, if she ever existed, had already been dead for over 150 years.

Looking through the microfilm files, frame after frame, had David feeling like his head was about to explode. The closest newspaper to the foothills where he lived was down in Marysville, California. And while there were plenty of articles about Marysville and its neighboring city, not much was said about the people in the Sierra foothills.

The strident ringing of his cell phone earned David a harsh look from the librarian, as he struggled to get it off his belt and answer it.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Chesney, this is Sandra, from the Recorders Office. I think I've found what you were looking for!”

“Really?” David saw the librarian shaking her head, shushing him and pointing towards the door. He signed out of the room and continued his conversation as he was exiting the library.

“That property was owned by a Henry McBride in the early 1850’s. The property has changed hands quite a bit throughout the years, but it doesn’t look as if anyone stayed for long. It’s now owned by the county for back taxes.”

“Thank you very much; I appreciate you taking the time to look it up for me.” David hung up the phone and went back into the library. At the librarian’s glare, he turned his phone off and signed back into the historical section.

He thanked the clerk profusely — but quietly — and then went back to searching the microfilm films with a renewed vigor, specifically in 1853, for a Mr. Henry McBride.

Finally! The name he’d been looking for jumped out at him from a front page article, dated September 15, 1853.

FOOTHILLS MURDERER SOUGHT IN KILLING OF WIFE AND CHILD!

David scanned the article, which told of Henry McBride who lived in the foothills above Marysville with his wife Brandy Lee, and their daughter, Penelope. According to the article, neighbors told the Alcalde they’d heard heated arguments in the home and several gunshots before the fire started. The two bodies left inside were burned beyond recognition, and acquaintances of the family knew that the woman and child had been alone in the house before the fire began.

The newspaper cited a long history of abuse by the husband, coupled with the eyewitness accounts from the neighbors, and asked anyone who knew the whereabouts of Henry McBride to detain him for murder and contact the authorities.

It was her; the lady in the ruins. The faded, grainy wedding picture showed a younger version of the woman who begged him to save her daughter.


He’d found her, finally. After twenty years of doubting both his memory and his sanity, he’d actually found her. David looked at the date of the article again.

September 15th. No wonder Grandpa kept warning him away from those ruins during the fall months. Had she been returning to her old home every September since she died to ask someone to help her? Or had he been specifically chosen?


Brandy Lee McBride. Murdered by her own husband, with her child by her side. No wonder she’d asked for his help. September was coming soon, would she be there again? Could he help now that he knew who she was?

David sighed, his shoulders drooping. She was long past helping, no matter that he now knew what had happened to her.

(end of excerpt)

What are the reviewers saying?

(Some of these reviews are from the previous incarnation of the book named Sometimes in September by Cassidy McKay).


Linda L. from FAR gives it --5 ANGELS!
...a great story on survival, love, and discovery that kept this reader captivated. It was a historical period that I thoroughly loved....With in depth characters and strong emotions, this is one tale that captures the reader from the first page to the last.

Thanks ...for sketching a story so convincingly real it grabs the reader completely.

http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2007/April/LindaL-SometimesInSeptember.htm


Debbie from ck2s Kwips & Kritiques gives it --5 CLOVERS!
...a beautifully written time travel. [The author] demonstrates a real gift at producing an emotionally wrenching and very powerful story... expertly weaves a tale in which the reader is so drawn into the story that it is as if you are there...a sweet tale of love and hope despite all odds.

While there are elements of violence due to the nature of the time period, each aspect is sensitively addressed making this tale appropriate for mature young adult readers as well as adults. Highly recommended!

http://www.ck2skwipsandkritiques.com/sometimesinseptember_debbie.html


Marcy from The Romance Studio gives it -- 4 HEARTS!

... a wonderful job of writing in a well known historical era. Her characters are well-described and they fit well into their historical time. I enjoyed this story a great deal.

http://theromancestudio.com/reviews/reviews/sometimesseptembermckay.htm

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