Teen Time Travel Novels 2-Book Bundle: Danger in Time and Christmas Wishes
Teen Time Travel Novels 2-Book Bundle contains two complete young adult time travel novels by bestselling author R. Barri Flowers, including Danger in Time and Christmas Wishes.
Danger in Time: A Young Adult Time Travel Mystery
Rachel Crane was just six when her older sister, Brooke, died in a car accident ten years ago at the age of sixteen. Rachel often wishes that Brooke was still alive and there for her. That fantasy has to take a back seat to the reality of being sent to stay with her grandmother for the summer, leaving Rachel’s boyfriend behind in Lake Melrose, Oregon.
Just before she’s supposed to leave home, Rachel runs up to the attic–a place she often goes for some down time. A mysterious antique musical clockwatch literally appears at her feet. She picks it up, feels slightly dizzy, and finds herself transported back in time to the day her sister died.
After saving Brooke from her fate, Rachel finds herself back in the future, where it appears the whole thing was merely a dream when she suffered a mild concussion. Then Rachel realizes she really did travel back in time and, as a result, changed her sister’s destiny to something even more ominous. While trying to understand the mysterious clockwatch and its origin, Rachel uses it to go back again to try and save Brooke.
Through the power of the watch, both girls end up in the present as sixteen-year olds, with more changes as a consequence. Rachel, Brooke, and Duncan face danger when the serial killer who tried to kill Brooke ten years ago has targeted her again in the present, along with Rachel. The girls must identify him before he succeeds with his deadly plans, even as they also grapple with any other possibilities the clockwatch may have in store for them in the passages of time.
Christmas Wishes: Laura’s Story (Wizard of Wishes Book 1)
Laura Kettleton, three months shy of turning sixteen, lives in Cranbrook, Oregon. It’s early December and she already has her Christmas wish list written down. These include wishing that Martin Walker would like her as more than a friend, that her best friend Saba Knight had not moved to Alaska, and that her parents were not on the verge of getting a divorce.
She didn’t believe for one second that some silly wishes would change the misery in her life. But when the science teacher, Mr. Packard, calling himself the Wizard of Wishes at the Wish Upon A Star school dance, talks her into making her wishes to a fake star, Laura soon finds that her life has turned upside down when her wishes suddenly come true.
Is she imagining it or really living December over again, only this time in ways she couldn’t begin to comprehend? Would she wake up one day to find her life has returned to normal? Or had this become the new norm with no turning back?
Laura’s time travel fantasy holiday tale will warm hearts and resonate with teenagers as she experiences the power of having one’s wishes come true in the spirit of the Christmas season.
Praise for R. Barri Flowers
“Danger in Time grabbed me from the first chapter…. The plot is a unique twist to time travel, bearing mystical elements…. The gem of this story is the relationship between the sisters; it is powerfully written…. I was so engaged in this story that I hated to put it down.” — Amazon reviewer
“Great mystery and I loved the narration. The narrator really brought the story to life! I will highly recommend this mystery to my friends and family!” — Amazon reviewer on Ghost Girl in Shadow Bay
“This was like ‘Sweet Valley High’ meets ‘True Blood’…. Fans of the ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ series will enjoy this series. Great for young readers!” — Jessica’s Reviews on Count Dracula’s Teenage Daughter
“This book has some serious potential with a really unique idea!… I think my students would really love this book.” — Brittany Elsen, Book Reviewer on Count Dracula’s Teenage Daughter
“I would recommend this book for people who enjoy a good vampire YA book, it’s packed with teenage drama and triangles that will keep you turning the pages.” — Ordinary Girlz Book Reviews on Out for Blood
“A very interesting concept and world that Flowers has written. With the introduction of a few more key players, I see some real potential in the future of the series.” — Hot Off the Shelves on Out for Blood
Danger in Time: Chapter One
Rachel Crane sat in her room ruminating, as she often seemed to do these days. She was only six years old when her sixteen-year-old sister, Brooke, died in a car accident ten years ago to the day, devastating Rachel. Not only had Brooke been the coolest sister in the world, but the one person Rachel could count on to cheer her up whenever she felt down.
Since then life had been anything but satisfying…
Rachel lost her mom to lung cancer two years after Brooke’s death. Catherine Crane had been a heavy smoker since her teen years and it caught up with her. Rachel believed her mother ultimately lost her will to live after losing Brooke, having never been the same afterward.
Three years later, Rachel’s dad got remarried to a woman named Virginia. Rachel was convinced Virginia resented her because she got too much attention from her father. Whereas Rachel believed she didn’t get enough attention from him with Virginia occupying much of his free time.
Rachel could never imagine anyone ever taking her mom’s place, no matter how hard she tried. Not that Virginia had tried all that hard, seemingly content just being her dad’s second wife, with Rachel simply left to tag along.
She often thought about Brooke, who had been her best friend. She wished they had been able to have a normal life as sisters for years to come, instead of having it cut short due to tragedy. By most accounts, she looked a lot like Brooke had at sixteen as biracial siblings. Both had long, curly, dark brown hair, a caramel complexion, were slender, and about five-six. The only real difference was Rachel had her mother’s jade eyes, while Brooke had their dad’s sable eyes.
Rachel was sure her boyfriend Duncan would think Brooke was hot had she been alive today. If only. She longed for the chance to have a real sisterly conversation with Brooke to talk about guys, school, and other teen issues. Even now she imagined how much fun it would be if she could somehow magically go back in time and reunite with Brooke now when they were the same age. Yes, it would be weird, but somehow she knew they would find a way to make it work.
So much for wishful thinking. No such thing as time travel, except in Hollywood, novels, and people’s vivid imaginations like hers.
Rachel glanced around the small room in the Lake Melrose, Oregon house she’d grown up in. It had once been Brooke’s room and Rachel remembered the posters of celebrities she’d hung everywhere and the big pink teddy bear Brooke had kept since she was a little girl. Since then many of Brooke’s things had been packed away in the attic, as though waiting for her return, long forgotten by everyone.
Everyone except Rachel, who considered the attic her private hideaway for chill time and keeping her sister’s memory alive.
Rachel grabbed some tees and shorts, stuffing them into the bag atop her bed. She was being forced to spend the summer at her grandmother’s house in Brenport, Washington, some two hundred miles way.
It was not that she didn’t like her Nana—who was always telling her wild and colorful stories about growing up in the Pacific Northwest—but Rachel had no desire to spend her last full summer before graduating from high school away from home. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Virginia had convinced her dad it would be good for Rachel to bond more with her grandmother before time ran out.
Rachel thought it was more likely that Virginia wanted to get rid of her for the summer so she could have her father all to herself. Being susceptible to Virginia’s sneaky influence, he had fallen for it.
I’ll just have to make the best of the situation. At least I’ll be able to text Duncan and my friends whenever I get bored.
Beyond that, Rachel hoped Duncan would be able to get away from his summer job with the family landscaping business to visit her. She doubted the same could be said for Elaine, one of her best friends, since she too had been banished and would spend the summer in Utah with her father, his live-in girlfriend and her three bratty kids.
After filling the bag with probably more clothes than she needed, Rachel pressed down hard and managed to zip it shut, just as she heard a knock on the door.
It opened and Virginia stood there, hand on hip. There was a smug look on her fudge-toned face.
“You about ready, or what?” she asked. “The bus leaves at three o’clock sharp. Wouldn’t want you to miss it.”
Of course, you wouldn’t. That would mess up your plans.
Rachel sneered, but resisted a curt response, figuring she’d only upset her dad. Virginia had won this round. Someday it would be different. She would just have to wait her turn.
“I won’t.” Rachel pulled the bag off the bed, realizing it was heavier than she thought when it hit the floor.
“Give that to me.” Virginia practically pried her hand loose and grabbed the bag. “Go get the lunch I prepared. You can eat it along the way.”
I don’t think so.
Their tastes in food were about as different as night and day. Whenever she could avoid Virginia’s high calorie, fatty meals, Rachel usually did. This was definitely one of those times.
She skirted past Virginia, thrilled to see her stepmother laboring with the bag.
Downstairs, Rachel nearly ran into her father in the hall between the living room and kitchen. He was tall, with a walnut complexion and a bald head that he shaved every day.
Edwin Crane gazed at her amusingly. “I thought we’d have to drag you to Nana’s house kicking and screaming. Now it looks like you can’t get out of here fast enough.”
“So not funny.” She made a face and wondered if there was a glimmer of hope he might reconsider. “Can’t I stay here this summer? Please, Dad?”
“We’ve been over this numerous times, Rachel. Your grandmother is counting on your visit. She’s not getting any younger and, with Brooke gone, you’re all she has left.”
Rachel frowned. His comment made it seem like she was strictly second string or simply better than nothing at all without Brooke around to take the lead.
As though he sensed she might have taken his words the wrong way, Edwin amended them somewhat. “You know you’re Nana’s pride and joy, Rachel. Brooke will always have a special place in her heart as the first born, but you’re her baby!”
“What about you?” Rachel batted her curly lashes. “Or has Nana forgotten you’re her only child?”
Edwin chuckled. “I try to never let her forget, but she has a magical connection with you that I couldn’t even come close to matching.”
“Enough already, I’ll go.” She knew he was laying it on a bit thick to guilt trip her into going to visit Nana happily. Rachel swallowed her resistance.
“You’ll thank me someday when your grandmother, bless her heart, is dead and buried.”
“But till then, I’d rather not.” Rachel sneered, resigned to her fate.
He grinned. “Fair enough.”
They both looked up and saw Virginia struggling with the bag.
Rachel snickered. “I think she needs your help, Dad.”
Edwin’s brow furrowed. “Let me get that, Virginia, darling—”
Rachel went into the kitchen. Ignoring the lunch Virginia had packed, she strode across the hardwood floor to the refrigerator. She grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and took a giant gulp.
Before Rachel hit the road, there was something important she needed to do. Water bottle in hand, she ran past her dad and stepmom toward the stairs.
“Why are you going back up there?” Virginia asked.
“I forgot something,” Rachel lied. “I’ll be right back.”
She ignored her protests and continued up the stairs. On the second floor, Rachel raced down the hall and opened the door to a utility room. Inside, she yanked at the rope hanging from the ceiling till stairs came down that led to the attic.
She climbed up them.
The attic, which had only been partially finished, was dusty and cluttered. Rachel had created several little paths to the eyelid windows overlooking the lawn and street below. She stood at one window, remembering when she used to do the same with Brooke. They would tell ghost stories or pretend they were in another time and place.
Rachel looked in one corner of the attic at the boxes piled atop one another marked as Brooke’s clothes, shoes, toys, and other miscellaneous items. She had gone through them numerous times, touching things that had once belonged to her big sister. Rachel even wore some of Brooke’s clothes that were fashionable again today and fit her perfectly.
Oh, Brooke, I wish we were going to Nana’s house together like we used to. Better yet, I wish I didn’t have to go at all this year. If you were here, we could just hang out together at home, the mall, or wherever.
Rachel wanted to cry at the thought, but checked herself. Some people might think she had gone a little loco being too sentimental over her long dead sister.
Maybe I do need to let go after ten years of grieving. Brooke would want that. Wouldn’t she?
Rachel was positive Brooke was watching over her from heaven, wanting to see at least one of them make it past sixteen years of age and experience all the things that came with growing old.
“Well, guess I’d better get going,” Rachel spoke aloud to Brooke, as though she were in the room. “Dad and Virginia are probably having a fit right about now, not wanting me to miss that bus to Nana’s house. Guess I’ll see you when I get back!”
Just then, Rachel heard what sounded like something falling on the floor. At first she thought it might only be the creaking sounds that sometimes invaded the house like an angry spirit. Then she wondered if it might be a mouse. Yuck. The thought of being nibbled on by one of those creatures freaked her out. She looked behind her, expecting to see the little critter scurrying by.
Instead, Rachel saw what looked like an antique gold pocket watch attached to a chain lying by her shoes. Glancing up, as if expecting to see a ghost who had dropped the watch, she saw only the support beams. They gave no clue of where the watch had come from.
This is so weird.
Rachel put her bottled water on the windowsill and reached down to pick up the watch. Opening the case, she noted it had an unusual sixty second clock that was prominent and ticking, with an inset of the time in roman numerals near the top and a date at the bottom. Her eyes widened when she realized the current month and day were correct, but not the year. It read: June 26, 2001.
That was the day Brooke died. Rachel’s heart skipped a beat. She wondered if the watch belonged to her sister, though she had never seen it before. But why would the date have stopped working and not the other functions?
She saw a button on the watch and pushed it to see what would happen. Old-fashioned music began to play. Rachel put the chain around her neck as though compelled to.
The music somehow had a surreal effect on her. Lost in the tune, she started to sway with the music all but forgetting that her dad and Virginia were waiting to drive her to the bus station. And that Nana was expecting her.
She felt herself grow slightly dizzy. Unsure what was happening or why, Rachel staggered, sure she would fall over at any moment and hit her head.
But, just as quickly, the feeling disappeared and she was herself again. Rachel looked at the clockwatch and saw it had stopped ticking and the poker hand now stood still. The eerily pleasing music had also come to a screeching halt.
She found that odd, just as she did everything about the antique watch.
What just happened?
Glancing around, Rachel saw something even more puzzling. The attic was not nearly as cluttered as it had been only moments before. How was that possible? It was almost as if she was in a different place and time. But, of course, that was ridiculous.
She looked out the window. Even the sunny day had been replaced with a cloudy one. As she tried to make sense of it all, Rachel heard someone climbing the attic steps. For some reason she held her breath, still clutching the strange watch in her hand.
Instead of seeing her father or Virginia standing there with annoyance, Rachel gulped as she watched an attractive, slender girl around her age with thick, long brown hair step into the attic. She was dressed in a tee and jeans and looked strangely familiar.
Without fully comprehending the implausibility of it all, Rachel realized the resemblance was to that of her long dead sister, Brooke…