Wide Awake Asleep
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‘Past events can be changed but one
must be careful of how one does it because it’ll impact on the rest of one’s
life.’—Dáire Quin, Modify your Destiny if you Must, 2003
No one saw Julie’s car leave the road, no one saw her crash into the watery ditch, no one saw the gnarled tree branch pierce through the window screen and impale her to her seat.
No one heard her screams.
Yet, this was the beginning of Julie’s life.
Julie Compton, is a forty-something woman, striving for success in a male dominated business world. She thinks she’s made it. She thinks she has it all. Trouble is, her destiny has been travelling in the wrong direction and Julie is now forced to relive her life by occupying people’s bodies from her past in a time-travel, paranormal adventure.
For readers who enjoyed books like 'The Time Traveler's Wife' and 'The Lovely Bones'.
No one saw Julie’s car leave the road, no one saw her crash into the watery ditch, no one saw the gnarled tree branch pierce through the window screen and impale her to her seat.
No one heard her screams.
Yet, this was the beginning of Julie’s life.
Julie Compton, is a forty-something woman, striving for success in a male dominated business world. She thinks she’s made it. She thinks she has it all. Trouble is, her destiny has been travelling in the wrong direction and Julie is now forced to relive her life by occupying people’s bodies from her past in a time-travel, paranormal adventure.
For readers who enjoyed books like 'The Time Traveler's Wife' and 'The Lovely Bones'.
Excerpt
from WIDE AWAKE ASLEEP – a paranormal, time travel romance.
Disorientated,
I looked around at my surroundings. I had the strange feeling that I wasn’t
here at all. I thought I heard a voice, and I cocked my head, but it was
carried away on a gust of wind. The feeling of hands touching my body subsided
and I was left in this paradox universe where I was me inside someone else’s
body.
I
looked down at myself and the first thing I saw was a plaid skirt, and thick
tights, which sagged at the knees and ankles.
My
heart began to beat in horror. No, no. Please, God, no.
My
hands touched the stained cardigan over my large droopy breasts. Up further to
my face…
My
hands recoiled.
I
felt a moustache!
I
gasped in horror. I was ‘Auntie’ Iris Grimshaw!
It
was bad enough being goofy Sarah Marshall, but now I had a moustache! And a
bloody monobrow!
Iris began to walk, and I felt a sharp
pain in my hip. I slowed, but the pain persisted. It shot down my left leg
every time my foot touched the ground. No wonder the old sod was grouchy.
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