The last thing,
forty-five year old, American History teacher, Bethany Ann Anderson
expected while on her dream, Spring Break vacation, was to find
herself smashed flat as a pancake beneath a huge slab of stone…
dead. But that’s exactly what happened. And since it had, she
expected to go onward toward the happily-ever-after, afterlife she so
Fate had other
ideas, however. It wasn’t Bethany’s time. She’d stepped in
front of someone else and taken a turn that hadn’t been hers to
take. And after the mess she’d just caused him, if she expected to
go toward the light anytime soon, she was going to have to help him
right a long ago wrong first.
It had been the
only other mistake Tobias Moirae, third generation event manipulator,
or better known as Fate, had ever been involved with, and just like
Beth’s situation, that one hadn’t really been his fault either.
Twenty year old
Lady Elspeth Frasier wasn’t supposed to die on the eve of her
wedding to twenty-five year old Laird Quinton MacLeod, but she had.
She was supposed to give him the heir history demanded of her. But
Elspeth wasn’t the sweet, little convent raised lady everyone
thought she was, and if she hadn’t been paying more attention to
her step mother’s soup, which she’d had poisoned, she might have
been able to retain her balance when Quinton Macleod clumsily caused
the accident that cost her, her life. But she hadn’t been paying
attention to her own business, and she’d died. And if Fate didn’t
intervene, Quint would go on and spend the remainder of his days
feeling guilty. He’d never again marry, and never produce the heir
So Beth finds herself in the body of seventeenth century, twenty
year old, Elspeth, and that's when the sparks begin to fly.