Monday, October 28, 2019

Tour Package: A Soldier's Poem - Ava Douglan



Title: A Soldier's Poem
Series: A Novel Time Tale Book 1
Author: Ava Douglan
Genre: Adult Paranormal/Time Travel Romance
Release Date: October 28, 2019


Blurb:
He’s devoted to days of old. But when a soldier from the past comes to life, will she capture his heart?

History professor Jack Ellison Wiles longs to make his mark on academia. But when his late uncle leaves him a book shop with “hidden treasure” inside, he’s stuck hunting it down before he can sell the store. Rummaging through piles of knickknacks, he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden appearance of a fiery woman aiming a Civil War musket.

Benetta Tolland hid in uniform to locate her brother, and discovers a new kinship among her fellow Union soldiers. But when she finds herself surrounded by books and facing an oddly dressed stranger, she demands he take her back to the battlefield. It’s only after Benetta sees the transformed frontline that she believes she’s traveled through time.

However, she insists on returning to her war to prevent stanzas of needless death. As Jack realizes the enchanting soldier is a figment of rhyme, he knows her poem ends with her death on the battlefield. Driven to uncover if Benetta is more than just ink on paper come to life, his firsthand research hits a snag when the couple begins to fall for each other.

Will Jack and Benetta find a way to make love stronger than fiction?

The Soldier’s Poem is a standalone story in the captivating A Novel Time Tale magical fantasy series. If you like time-travel romance, sizzling chemistry, and complex courtships, then you’ll adore Ava Douglan’s heartwarming tale.

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Excerpt #1 (short):

Benetta found the new patterns and colors in her kaleidoscope exhilarating and terrifying, by turns. Exhilarating was the footwear and clothes of all textures and dyes—the softest and brightest she’d ever seen. The coffee as strong as the army’s rot-gut but with the added luxury of chocolate and sugary whips. The speed with which Jack maneuvered something he called a Jeep and how every other Jeep on the road seemed to know what to do at junctions, all without speaking. Terrifying was losing herself in the day, forgetting who she was. Forgetting that her primary mission was awaiting orders, pushing Early’s troops away from the capital and watching over her fellow soldiers, not shooing away someone who called herself a sales associate so she wouldn’t witness Benetta unwrapping the medical bandages she had tied around her breasts. Mercifully, the old woman hadn’t stayed away long. The underthings of Jack’s world were scant and strappy and quite like baffling armor with pretty flowered patterns.
By the time Jack and Benetta returned to the book store, she was ravenous. As before, with little space to spread out, Jack prepared a picnic on the staircase landing. The portable food came in tiny white boxes and cups, each with a fragrance more delicious than the last—sticky rice and beef strips with a spicy sauce called crying tiger that made her eyes water, eggs and soft noodles as long as her arm, and—her favorite—a salty broth with pork and leaves and spices.
“I’m not sure spicy food was the best move,” Jack said. “You’re probably used to hardtack and boiled potatoes.”
“If I should ever go back, this will still be my favorite.” She caught herself, allowing her fears to slip out. Living a life on her terms was why she had joined the war. Living a life in Jack’s world was a little like being on a runaway railcar to a foreign land. Exciting for a time, but, nevertheless, a life lived not on her terms.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Benetta shook her head. “Somewhere in this bookshop there are three hundred pages about me, yet I know next to nothing about you.”
Jack shrugged and wrestled a stubborn noodle into his mouth. “Not much to tell.”
“Professors in your day are common?”
“Not really.”
“Then, as I suspected, you are extraordinary.”

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