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Interview: Alexandra McMurdie
Why did you run from Sean Cassidy?
Sean was after money he thought I had and he believed he had rights to my body. He wanted revenge and I knew he was evil incarnate.
When did you first realize you were not in the 21st century?
There wasn’t a single moment when I knew. Over a period of time where nothing seemed real I came to realize I wasn’t in Oregon anymore. Well, maybe I was in Oregon, but I’d been transported to the wild wild west.
The first time you looked at James Lawrence, how did you feel?
I saw him as a gentle man who had suffered. I didn’t understand the events in life that had shaped him, but I knew darkness had entered his soul yet he was trying to leave it behind.
Did seeing his little girl Jessica change how you felt about James?
Jessica seemed a light amidst all the shadows that had followed her, and as I watched James look at Jessica I was sure I saw the hole in his heart start to become whole.
What did you think of Kim, his housekeeper?
She kept his home together. If Kim had not existed, I thought James would be lost.
How did you feel about Belinda Attaway?
I just felt sorry for her. She wanted James not because she loved him but for what he could give her. Even if I didn’t time travel, James would have never married her.
When you found Sean Cassidy in Jacksonville, how did you feel?
Terrified. I saw him and I knew he had followed me through time. I knew his intentions were bad and I believed at that moment, I needed James, but I didn’t know what to tell him.
Did you want to return to your time?
Of course, I needed to see my mother again and my friends. I felt lost in this world and really didn’t know how to deal with all of the changes and the loss of everything I had taken for granted.
What is a vortex?
The natives called it forbidden ground because strange things they couldn’t explain occurred in the area. Gold Hill, where the vortex in Oregon is located, is a tourist attraction. Most people including me believed it was a hoax. I guess I don’t believe that any longer.
How did you feel when you were turned down for a loan to buy the Jacksonville paper?
Angry. I began to understand the women’s movement and why it began. I wanted to be part of it without changing history. I had found an avenue by writing essays about women’s rights, and now I was more determined to continue on that path at least until I was able to travel back in time.
Title: Straight to Heaven
Author: Christine Young
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Book Heat Level: 4
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Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground and is transported from the twenty-first century to life in the 1800s, a life she is unprepared for.
Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground where up is down and elements of nature are contested. Though a strong independent woman in the twenty-first century’ she is unprepared for life in the 1800s. Her first sight of the formidable James Lawrence makes her heart skip a beat, giving her cause to reconsider her desperate need to find a way home.
Born with a silver spoon, James’ life was torn apart during the War Between the States. Moving west he vows to put the life he once knew in the past. When he discovers a half-frozen woman near Gold Hill, his heart begins to thaw. His love for Alexandra and his need to keep her from a man who has pursued her through time might cost him his life as well as hers.
Jacksonville, Oregon 1868
Midnight…the witching hour, a time to ease one’s conscience and look to the next world for answers. Wild tales of a vortex told by the Native Americans where up was down and large was small, intrigued the valley settlers. One had only to expect the unexpected and it would occur. A ball could roll up hill but not down. No one ventured through the vortex unchanged, simply because the site defied the human mind. Here there were no limits set and no boundaries defined.
Mysterious tales ran rampant among the Native Americans. Fantastical stories portrayed visitors from other ages, other worlds, and even other dimensions passing through time and stopping here for a moment of rest before continuing their journey. Difficult to comprehend, impossible to believe unless one met his fate head on at the appropriate hour. Midnight. When spirits roamed the earth, anything could occur and anyone could vanish.
Midnight…an hour to be wary of, to remain at home and hope it passed by without illusions floating on the stairway, of distinctive flickering in the candlelight, or a hesitant knock on the door from some invisible apparition. No one would wander out at this hour or challenge another, unless faced with no other choice.
Captain James Lawrence had sworn to uphold the law. Tonight, he might have to venture into the unknown; meet any challenge. He might stumble upon an innocent unsuspecting traveler, perhaps encounter a miracle and find a path straight to heaven.
The deserted countryside lay as a freshly painted picture bathed in the moonlight, and the crystal ice that coated the laurel trees shimmered, sending prisms of light toward the heavens. Even February’s freezing rains paused as if paying homage to the hour.
James watched the moisture hover in a mindless drizzle of mist; low lying clouds floated and swirled in gossamer veils near the earth, entwining themselves in the manzanita and laurel, around the blackberry bushes, and the fields of grasses and weeds that dotted the hillside.
“Not tonight. Not again…” He pounded his fist against the railing, hoping he heard wrong.
From the west, James Lawrence could hear the low baying of hounds and the steady beat of horses as he stood on the porch of his home surveying his land. Charles Majors would bring his hounds, six of them, merciless in their intent, and trained to hunt man. They did not give up and he’d never known them to fail.
“Son of a bitch!” he said fiercely, “not tonight!” His fist landed squarely on the wooden beam holding up the roof. He stared into the night, cursing the situation. Duty and honor in the forefront of his mind, he knew he would join the posse.
Soon the men would stand at his porch expecting him to mount and ride with them. They were law-abiding men from town. A couple of them owned stores, some panned for gold. One was the saloon owner and another owned the town newspaper. He owed the community, knew he couldn’t avoid this responsibility. If they would only come without the dogs, the nightmares might stop.
He rubbed his temples and wished the hammering within would vanish, but the pounding hooves grew louder, the hammering worse. His muscles flexed and as a brittle tension radiated through him, he held his breath, purposely waiting.
Staring into the cold night, he reflected on another time. A time during the war when the dogs had hunted him and they had come so perilously close to his heels. Now, on this moonlit night, even his home offered him no protection, no safe retreat. They came to him for his help—for his expertise. James shivered, yet the sensation wasn’t caused by the cold.
He had hoped they wouldn’t call on him again, but now it seemed as if the trail lay fresh and in his direction. He hated the look in a man’s eye when cornered with nowhere to go; loathed the utter despair that accompanied it.
And the fear.
“Poor wretched soul,” he said. “He’ll know what hell feels like before the morning sun rises.”