An emotional time-travel tragedy of reincarnation, redemption, and timeless love.
Elena has always known love was dangerous. Every man she's ever loved has died under mysterious circumstances. When her latest partner perishes and haunting dreams begin to surface, Elena discovers the truth: all her lovers have been the same soul—Lucas—reincarnated across centuries and cursed to find her again and again… only to die.
Determined to end the cycle, Elena dives into her past lives—through medieval betrayal, ancient rites, and echoes of forgotten vows—to unravel the truth behind the curse. But time is running out. As Lucas begins to fade once more, she must confront the greatest truth of all: to save him, she must forgive herself.
Perfect for fans of Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time Traveler’s Wife and readers who believe love can outlast even time itself.
Is a new book, but with great reviews from readers
Chapter I - Echoes of Loss
Elena stared blankly at the pale blue walls of her small apartment, the early morning sunlight peeking hesitantly through the thin white curtains like a timid visitor. Everything seemed muted—the incessant sounds of traffic outside blended into a monotonous hum, the distant murmur of neighbors faded to a whisper, and even the soft humming of the refrigerator felt futile, as though it, too, was aware of the heaviness that clung to the air.
She sat quietly at her kitchen table, hands wrapped tightly around a chipped mug of coffee she had brewed hours earlier. It sat neglected before her, the rich aroma had long since dissipated, leaving only a cool residue at the bottom. The steam that once spiraled up like remnants of her hope had vanished, mirroring the warmth that had so recently filled her heart.
Marcus was dead.
The phrase echoed in her mind like a morose chant, as if the mere repetition of it would somehow alter the unforgiving nature of reality. Marcus, with his infectious laughter that easily dispelled her darkest days, and those deep, warm eyes that seemed to see beyond her carefully guarded defenses, was gone. Just as the others before him, his departure had come swiftly and inexplicably—an accident, the authorities had said, offering no solace or explanation that could penetrate the fog of her grief. But deep down, Elena knew better. Her heart carried a burden of secrets so profound that not even those closest to her could fathom their weight.
A single tear slid down her cheek, surprising her with its suddenness. She brushed it away impatiently, scolding herself for allowing raw emotion to slip through the cracks of her carefully constructed walls. Losing Marcus hurt more than she had anticipated, a sharp piercing of the numbness she had cultivated over the years.
