Originally published Sept 4, 2012 with Champagne Books.
Paranormal (Time Travel) Romance - Sequel to Dustin Time
Upset over a horrible twist that fate has thrown Katie’s best friend, Dusty is determined to find a way to right this horrible wrong. After years of being afraid to even mention his name, Dusty goes in search of Frank, the one person who helped Katie through her time traveling torment. When he discovers Katie can’t go back in time again, but he can, he takes the chance to do for Courtney what Katie had done for his sister: Save her life.
He quickly finds out that things are not going to be as easy as he thought. Getting Katie to fall for him all over again is a challenge he wasn’t prepared to take on. Having the knowledge of Katie’s time traveling helps somewhat, but Frank’s assistance doesn’t prove as helpful as it was for her. Being sent to altered timelines, as Katie had been, are equally frustrating for him. But finding out Frank’s identity was the most surprising “trip” of all.
Again Dusty pondered what exactly the significance of Frank’s appearance was for Katie. He never seemed to be much other than someone for her to talk to. Dusty wished he was here for him to talk to now. “Who and what were you, you old codger?” he said aloud.
Dusty was speechless at the man that stood before him. “I…uh…what?” he said in a raised tone of great shock.
“You rang. Quit your shouting, too. I’m old, not deaf.”
“You’re…” Dusty was at a loss for words.
“Here. Now what can I help you with?”
“How did you… why… holy sh—”
What’s the matter boy?”
“Am I dreaming?”
“Why? Do I look like I’m the man of your dreams?”
“No…uh… holy crap.”
“Look. You’re the one that showed up looking for me.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually show up.”
“Are you ever a nut job.”
“I think you’re right.” Dusty sat back and took a deep breath. “Uh… can I get you coffee or something?”
“I’m fine. Thanks.”
“This is just too weird. We’ve hardly talked about you since Katie stayed put.”
“Afraid I’d show up again?”
“Something like that I guess.”
“You want me to go?”
“No!” Dusty shot to his feet. “I need to talk to you.”
“Katie’s doing great, isn’t she?”
“And the kids?”
“You know about…” Of course he knows, dumbass. “Um… they’re fine.”
“Your sister Alyson?”
“Then what are you jerkin’ my chain for, boy? What’s your pickle?”