Another Dawn he was never meant to see….
Thrust into the past moments before his execution, Luke Nolan finds himself living a new life in the 18th century town of Redemption, Colorado. In love with a woman he dare not embrace, he runs from a future he cannot reconcile.
Will love betray his secrets?
Is there hope for the passion he feels for Sofie?
Will she believe in his innocence?
As the clock ticks, Luke discovers they are not alone. Haunted and hunted by the future, will their love survive to see Another Dawn?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Time Travel100 5 star Amazon reviews, a Dorothy Parker Award of Excellence, the Colorado Book Award, a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award, and many others.
Another man rushed into the execution chamber, his face flushed and his breathing labored. Luke couldn't prevent a surge of hope, and he exchanged a questioning glance with the priest. Could this be a last minute reprieve?
“We got a bomb threat and we're evacuating,” the man said.
“Nope,” the warden said.“Those bleeding hearts don't see a thing wrong with blowing us to hell and back, but they cry cruelty at simple justice.”
Compassion filled the priest's eyes, and Luke jerked his gaze away, hating himself for hoping, even for a moment. “Just get it over with,” he muttered, grinding his teeth. He refused to beg for his miserable life.
The doctor stood beside the priest, more tears trickling unheeded down her cheeks. Everyone deserved at least one mourner when they died, and now Luke had two more than he'd expected.
Except for the doctor's murmuring to the priest, an obscene silence fell over the room. The head fry cook pulled a black hood over Luke's face. The mournful wail of sirens sounded in the distance as thunder rumbled to a roar then faded, only to return even louder. Closer. Not thunder, Luke realized. Explosions?
The first searing jolt tore through his body and he screamed. If the current failed to kill him, insanity would. No human could endure such pain.
The chaplain reverted to English and Luke clung to the familiar words above the boom of another explosion. Pandemonium erupted just as the next surge plundered him. This time he didn't scream. Instead, he heard his own desperate voice join the priest's.
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by David Arieta Galván
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