Time Traveler. Messenger. Beloved. Spy.
Madeline’s a Messenger: time traveling across lifetimes, delivering messages that could change one life or many. When she discovers that her true love, Samuel, is alive in present day but doesn’t remember her from their past, she journeys to a deadly royal conflict in medieval Portugal hoping to rekindle his memory.
A mad king turns her into his spy. Mortal assassins, and dark-souled time travelers seek to kill her. What more could go wrong?
“… I felt I was in the hands of a consummate storyteller and she would take me on a trip filled with adventure, heartbreak and most of all love.” A. Reviewer
“Fans of time travel, romance, court intrigue, and history will enjoy this series. Pick it up now…” Angreadsblogspot.com
“The story is amazing and I cannot wait for the third. Time travel romance at its best.” Free Bird Reviews
“…Mortal Beloved series is ripe for greatness.” Shelly Glowdowski @ The Midwest Book Review
THE ASSASSIN was featured in Glamour UK September, 2015.
“I was a Messenger: I kept the memory of all our encounters, our lives, like a locket that rests on the skin and bones covering my heart. But Samuel was Healer: he didn’t time travel. His kind lived, died, re-incarnated and he didn’t retain memories from his past lives. Every year I landed in required starting our relationship over: from ashes, from scrap.” ~ Madeline
“I hit the books hard for my next history assignment: a twenty-page term paper was due in a few days. I wondered what life would feel like when I could read for fun instead of for school or being a Messenger. I remembered my The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Hunger Games, and Sabriel days and I missed them.
My head started to throb and I grew hot and cold all within the span of several seconds. My stomach felt a little queasy, I broke into a sweat and all the little hairs on my arms stood up. Oh crap, was I having a panic attack about my stupid term paper? My heart raced, but this didn’t feel like my normal anxiety. I rested my head on my books and closed my eyes. The room started spinning, I grew very cold, and all faded to black.
~ ~ ~
I was in a field immersed in a chilly fog so thick I couldn’t even see my feet. I wore a simple peasant top; my hair hung loose and bedraggled down my shoulders. I felt sweaty and swiped the back of my dirty hand across my forehead. Men shouted at each other and I heard the clashes of weapons and gunfire. The wind picked up just enough to ruffle my long sleeves and I smelled metal and dirt, blood and fear. I started shaking.
The top half of a soldier in a strange uniform carrying a rifle materialized through the fog yards in front of me. He eyed me perplexed. “I’ve seen you before. You’re not supposed to be here again,” he said. “In fact, I could swear I saw you get shot!”
“You must be mistaken,” I said. But I looked down and saw a smallish red stain on my chest.
I heard a woman whisper, “Come to me, Madeline. Run. Now.”
And so I ran, chanting, “Sa. Ta. Na. Ma. Sa. Ta. Na. Ma.” I spiraled high into the air as the field below me disappeared from sight and all that remained was the mist.
~ ~ ~
A knock on the door jarred me back to consciousness and I struggled to lift my head off my history book. “Come in,” I said.
Sophie cracked the door open and poked her head inside my room. “This baby growing business is making me tired and I’m calling it a night. How’s the paper coming along?”
“Great,” I said.
“Get some sleep,” she said. “You look wiped.”
“You have no idea.” ~ Madeline
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