Hairdresser Jackie Clarke wonders if a bad hair day can actually get any worse after her smooth-talking lover, Blade, makes off with her car, her cash and her dignity. But she isn’t about to remain stranded in a Rocky Mountain cabin with only an outhouse and bears for company, so she heads down the mountain bent on vengeance.
A bad hair day?
Or the adventure of a lifetime…?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Time Travel85 reviews on Amazon, 4.8 stars out of 5 average, available in Kindle, trade paperback and mass market (used). Also available in other digital reader formats.
An odd, crackling sound came from overhead. Jackie looked up at the ceiling, bewildered at first by the bright orange fingers spreading across the cracked surface. Reality punched her and she dropped the script, sending her chair to the floor.
Fire! Crackling became a roar as greedy flames lapped up the old structure.
Jackie dropped to her knees, the heat unbearable. Coughing, she crawled toward the bar, remembering a window along that wall. Her skin stung from the intense heat and her throat burned. Tears streamed down her face as the same prayer echoed through her brain.
God, help me. Please help me.
Blazing timbers collapsed behind her and she screamed. Regaining some control, she felt along the wall for the window she'd seen earlier.... Another crash. Freezing in the wilderness would have been better than burning.
“Where's that frigging window?” Smoke blinded her as she groped the wall, ducking lower to escape the intense heat. She felt something and straightened--a frame, but not the window.
Something large plummeted to the bar, struck her shoulder and slammed her against the wall. Both she and Lolita slid to the floor together. Dizziness gripped her and she held her head as she turned to look at the painting one more time. “This is it,” she whispered. There was no escape.
The inferno bathed the portrait in a red-orange glow, and Lolita's face faded before Jackie's eyes. Barely conscious, Jackie reached toward the portrait.
A mirrored image. Dazed, Jackie touched her likeness just as something seized her. God, help me. Powerful and swift, the force delivered her from the flames. Darkness bathed her in blessed coolness. No longer frightened, Jackie closed her eyes.
And prepared to die.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Chloé Barbot and Alessandra Elisa Paganin
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Claudia Lubrano and Alessandra Elisa Paganin
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