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Tapestry by Ariana Overton (Time Travel Thriller)

Tapestry by Ariana Overton (Time Travel Thriller)
 
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There's not a person alive who doesn't wish for the opportunity to go back into their past and change the way things ended up. In Tapestry the dream comes true.

Katherine Hurston, obsessed with changing the past so her married lover will be free, agrees to participate in a revolutionary time travel project. It uses a combination of biofeedback into the human brain, the use of psychotropic drugs and psychic ability to open the doorway to the past, an untried experimental program that could prove fatal. None of this stops her from trying.

Matt Martin, the scientist in charge and a close friend to Kat's best friends, Chuck and Callie Barnes, has his own reasons for wanting the project to succeed, as do Chuck and Callie.

Matt's brother had just found the lost scrolls of Egypt, containing the secrets to eliminating major diseases. He was murdered for that find and his murder was never solved. Matt wants to find out who killed his brother. Chuck and Callie want Matt and Kat to come together and Callie's psychic ability tells her that her future lies in the project's success.

Unknown to all, the power behind the funding of the program has his own agenda too; one that could kill them all. Murder, greed, lies and mystery surround Kat as she travels back in time into places and events that threaten to consume her soul and her life. Tapestry takes you on a journey through the realms of the mind to find adventure, intrigue, lies and truth.

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Chapter One

Unseasonably icy rain pelted the windowpanes of the big bay window of the cottage. Katherine Hurston lay snuggled warmly against Steve's sweat-dampened side. The glow from the television lit the darkened room with shifting patterns of shadow and light. Neither of the lovers noticed nor cared.

His warm hand caressed her arm as he spoke, his voice as soft and smooth as the velvety material under Kat's body. "You know, someday we'll look back on this and wonder how we managed to be so comfortable and content just spending days in this cottage. No restaurants, no clubs and no other people to distract us. Do you miss it? I mean, going out, seeing plays in the city or going to parties?"

She smiled up at the masculine cleft in his chin that never failed to produce a flood of passion within her. "No, I don't. I'm tired of pandering to people in order to make a corporate sale for a computer network that will be obsolete within a year. I got tired of all the commercial politics years ago. The only real peace I've felt in years is when I'm here with you." Kat reached up and gently ran her finger over his lips. "Truth is, I could gladly stay here like this for the rest of my life. I could stay here, alone with you, for the rest of my life. I don't want to live without you. I won't live without you."

She lifted her lips and ran them over his chin then eased back, nuzzling his neck as she went. His strong fingers ran up her arm, over her collarbone and then traced a warm pattern down between her full breasts. Kat sighed with contentment. "My life is yours, Steve. I could stay here forever." She returned the caress, lightly sweeping her fingertips over the dense blonde hair matting his naked chest.

"I could too, love, but..." he sighed, his fingers gently teasing her taut, erect nipple.

"I know, you have your practice and you can't let all those criminals down." She laughed up into his serious face.

She sat up and took his hand gently in hers, lightly rubbing it while she spoke. "Steve, I've never felt this way about anybody before." She swallowed and continued, "I know it sounds corny but I'm in love for the first time in my life. I'm forty-eight years old and I've never been married for a good reason. All the men I've met are nothing compared to you." She lightly kissed the knuckles of his hand then held it tight against her cheek. "You're handsome." She caressed his face. "You're one of the most intelligent men I've ever met." She tapped his forehead and grinned. "You're loving and generous." She ran her fingers over his chest. "And, you're the sexiest man I've ever had the good fortune to be seduced by." She playfully ran her hands over his stiffening penis. A deep, throaty chuckle accompanied his groan of pleasure when she grasped him and gently began to rhythmically stroke the hard shaft.

"We are good together." He ran his shaking fingers over her cheek, cupped the back of her head and gently pulled her toward him, his free hand seeking the warmth of her breast again.

Kat leaned toward him and lightly ran her tongue over the curve of his ear. He shuddered with pleasure and began to thrust his hips in rhythm with her hand. Kat whispered, "Why don't we live together, my love? Move in with me. It will be so good..."

Like quicksilver, his face darkened with anger, giving his clear blue eyes the look of hard gems. He grasped her shoulders and thrust her away. "How many times do I have to tell you I can't live here yet? Why won't you be patient? I thought you said you'd wait forever."

The sarcasm in his voice lashed her heart into ribbons. The old argument between them still had the power to wound her. Kat's response was immediate. Her back stiffened as she pulled her peach silk robe together. She grabbed the tortoiseshell hair combs off the coffee table and used them to anchor her long, red hair onto the top of her head. "We bought this cottage three months ago so we could be together but you still insist on keeping your apartment in the city. Why?" Her voice dripped hurt and anger.

She watched in trepidation as he ran his hands through his thick blonde hair in agitation. He shook his head slowly from side to side and said, "I told you, honey. I have to be close to my office. I'm a lawyer and I never know when something's going to come up." When she made no remark, he continued, his voice tired and tinged with irritation. "Aw, come on, Kat, you know how it is...I know you're stuck here because of your work but I'm here almost every weekend, aren't I? You know I'd like nothing better than to live here with you but it has to wait. That's all." He leaned over and slid his hand into her robe. His fingers on her bare breast took her breath away. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, "Be patient and when I can, I'll move out here and start a small country practice. Okay?"

Leaning into his hand, she murmured, "Okay, I'll try to be understanding, my love. I don't want to pressure you. I'm just afraid that all this is too good to be true. I love you, Steve."

As he pulled the combs from her hair and it tumbled down her back, his lips traced the contour of her ear and neck and he whispered, "I love you too, baby. You'll never lose me, I promise."

He held her tightly to his bare chest, devouring her neck and shoulders until she trembled against him. She shrugged out of the robe and leaned back, naked, onto the couch, his body following hers.

Rising up over her, he looked into her eyes, his blue ones dark with passion, and said, "Kat, you're the only woman for me. Someday I'll prove it to you."

"Prove it to me now," she whispered as he lowered his body to hers and she spread her dampened thighs to welcome him.


Chapter Two

"Katherine Hurston! Since when did I ever steer you wrong?" Callie's tiny form, tensed with indignation, sat upright on Kat's loveseat, her large, expressive eyes glaring daggers

Kat sat across from her in an overstuffed armchair holding a cup of tea. "Callie, I just cannot buy what your reading is saying this time, is all. Steve and I are happy together and we have been for several months now. What more do you want for evidence?" Kat calmly sipped her tea as she watched her best friend handle the tarot cards spread on the coffee table.

"Look, how many times have my psychic readings on you been wrong? I'm telling you Steve is history. My third eye tells me you two won't last much longer and your reading confirms it. I'm sorry, Kat, but it's true." Callie dropped the cards, picked up her tea and adjusted her slim, tanned legs to sit cross-legged on the couch.

Kat put her cup down and propped up her feet on the coffee table sitting between them. "Okay, Cal. I believe you believe it. Is that good enough?" She paused a beat and took a deep breath. "I don't even want to think of life without him. I'd do anything...anything...to hang onto him. If I could do it, I'd go back in time and make sure he never even meets his wife, then I'd be the one married to him now. As it is, that's impossible. But he's told me he plans on leaving her. All I have to do is be patient. I know he loves me." Her eyes pleaded with Callie to recant her prophecy and reassure her that what she claimed wouldn't really come true.

Callie let out an exasperated sigh. "Jeesh, Kat. I don't know what to do with you. You've always been so levelheaded, so stable and now you've turned into a roller coaster of emotions on me. I'll be glad when my old friend gets off the ride and rejoins the real world again." She unraveled her legs and stood. Her white shorts and pale blue tank top made her look like a young co-ed, instead of the mother of three small boys. Kat mentally compared herself in her long wrinkled caftan and uncombed hair and knew she came up wanting.

"I have to go, Kat. The kids are with my mother and she goes crazy if I leave them for more than a couple of hours. Chuck is taking the rest of the day off too. An old friend of his college days is flying in tonight. He'll be here tomorrow and Chuck wants to offer him the use of the guesthouse. And you know Chuck, that means a complete new paint job inside today." Callie's face lit up at the thought of her husband, but just as quickly changed back to one of exasperation. "I'm worried about you, you know. You've been holed up here far too long. You've made Steve your life but he hasn't made you his. All my instincts tell me you're heading for a big fall, Kat. Be careful."

Kat stood too, towering over her friend's cropped hairdo. She smiled down on Callie. "Cal, don't worry. I've seen too much of your psychic ability to call it a fraud. I'll be careful but I think you're wrong this time." She moved around the coffee table and hugged her. "Now, go get your kids. I'm going to get some work done and I have some cooking to do. Steve's coming over tonight."

Callie shrugged, a small frown creasing her normally smooth forehead. "Have it your way. I tried to warn you. Why else would I get up this early and make myself get dressed?" She attempted a smile of her own and moved to the door. "Just keep what I said in mind." She squeezed Kat one last time then flitted out the door.

Kat stood in the doorway and waved at Callie's retreating car. She closed the heavy oak door and turned to stare at her living room. She tried to imagine what it would be like living in the cottage without Steve but couldn't. The overstuffed furniture, new but with an elegant old English feel and look to it, the carved oak desk he'd given her for her birthday, the thick forest green carpet that lent a sense of being in a garden to the little house, full lace curtains on large windows overlooking a small but well-tended rose garden and the whimsical collection of silk plants and porcelain she'd collected over the years; all that made the cottage warm and cozy would seem flat and cold without his presence. Kat shuddered. The tarot cards Callie had lain out for her reading still assaulted her from the oak coffee table. They seemed to taunt her with their mystic message; a message she refused to listen to. She scooped them up and tossed them into the drawer of her desk, relieved to have them out of sight and out of mind. Kat stretched out on the couch and patted her leg, calling her Great Dane. He rose from his favorite spot under her desk and ambled eagerly over to place his muzzle under her waiting hand. She stroked his face and ears, looking deeply into his expressively liquid brown eyes. "Amadeus, she's wrong this time. I just know it." The huge harlequin dog sighed and lowered his massive head onto her lap.

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