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Authors: Barbara Goodwin
No Future Christmas
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
No Future Christmas
ISBN 9781419915956
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Edited by Helen Woodall.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication September 2008
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Love Beyond Time:
No Future Christmas
Barbara Goodwin
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my wonderful springer spaniel,
Clark Kent.
You gave me ten years full of love, happiness and laughter.
You
protected me from all perceived threats, stole food from the kitchen and gently
snored while I wrote this book—not from boredom but from contentment.
Don’t
give Heaven too much trouble.
I miss you.
Acknowledgements
As usual I’d like to acknowledge my loving family for all
their support.
Thank you to Helen Woodall, my editor.
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owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
BlackBerry: Research In Motion Limited Corporation
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Prologue
December 1, 2106
“Come on Douglas, hurry up.” Louise Wentworth rushed through
their one-room office grabbing her precious notes.
She scooped up her hand-held
computer and stuffed it in the pocket of her baggy pants then grabbed back
issues of their rebel “newspaper” and shredded them.
Too much to destroy, she
thought.
I won’t finish in time.
“I’m almost done, honey,” Douglas said as he opened and
closed desk drawers looking for anything they might have missed.
“I think we’ve
got everything.” He slammed the last drawer.
“Done with the shredding?” He
rushed up to her side, glancing between the door and the disks still on the
nearby table.
“Just about.” Louise stuffed a handful of back-issue
one-inch disks of their digital newspaper,
The Real Truth
, into the
shredder.
She still had a tall stack on the table next to her.
Thank goodness
they’d bought the industrial shredder.
It ate everything from paper to tape,
old CD disks and the modern-day micro-chips used for computers.
“Leave a note
for Shauna.
Hide it someplace only she would know.” Louise stuffed a handful of
diskettes into the shredder.
“I thought we might have to make a quick exit so I did it
last week,” Douglas said.
“Hurry up, we’re running out of time.”
The front door to their thirtieth floor office crashed open.
Four Global Guardians rushed inside, their lime green, skin-tight uniforms
glaring in the dim room.
“Stop right there,” one of the Guardians yelled.
“Put
down the disks.”
Louise narrowed her eyes and gave the military police a
withering glance as she murmured to her husband, “Too late.
I love you.”
He gave her one quick nod and stepped in front of her.
She
saw him raise his hands above his head, like the old twenty-first century
movies about cops and robbers.
“Don’t shoot.
We’ll come quietly.”
Louise shoved handfuls of disks into the shredder.
Her
husband’s broad shoulders protected her from the Global Guardians and hid her
actions.
Thank goodness modern shredders were silent.
She had just put the last
bunch into the shredder when she heard a snap.
It sounded like someone popped
their gum.
A silenced shot.
Those hadn’t changed.
She felt Douglas jerk back
and stumble into her.
A cry of pain rent the air.
He knocked her onto the now
empty table and they crashed to the floor.
The Global Guardians raced forward.
“Put your hands where I
can see them,” the leader yelled pointing his weapon at them.
Another one spoke into a tiny speaker woven into his shirt
collar.
“Shots fired.
No Guardian injuries.
Get a medic up here.
Possible
suspect injuries.”
Louise struggled to move Douglas off her and find out the
extent of his injuries.
“Doug, honey.
How bad is it?”
“My shoulder.
Hurts.
I’ll survive.” He rolled to the side,
groaning.
“Why can’t these guys use laser?
Those old bullets are so painful.”
They struggled to their feet, roughly helped by two
Guardians.
Two medics rushed into the room, their bright red uniforms
identifying them as medical personnel.
One took out a small hand-held device
and put it up to the bleeding hole in Douglas Wentworth’s shoulder.
“Here.
This’ll stop the bleeding.” He pressed a button and a blue light washed over
the area.
Douglas inhaled a sharp breath.
“Turn around.” The man placed his
hand on the injured shoulder and pushed Douglas around.
“The bullet didn’t
exit, so it’ll have to be removed when we take him to headquarters.”
“Roger that,” the leader said.
“Let’s get them out of here.”
“Wait a minute,” Louise Wentworth said.
“What are the
charges?
We run a free information service and have the legal papers to prove
it.”
The Global Guardian in charge of the detail sighed loudly.
“Mr.
and Mrs.
Douglas Wentworth, you’re under arrest for publishing false and
inflammatory articles against the Fearsome Foursome.”
“But wait—” Louise said.
“We have the right—”
“Take them away.”
Chapter One
December 21, 2004
The woman glowed a bright tangerine color.
Mike Forrester
saw her through the frosted glass window of the electronics store.
While the
clerk gift-wrapped the BlackBerry Mike had bought for his brother Scott for
Christmas, he strode out to check the apparition.
Early morning sun sparkled off the packed snow.
Stunning
mountain peaks capped in white stood sentinel in the distance, the crowning
glory to Bend, Oregon.
Traffic was light.
Most people weren’t up yet on this
crisp Tuesday morning.
Mike covered his eyes with his hand to block out the
glare and shivered in the twenty degree weather.
He came up behind the woman and touched her arm to get her
attention.
Hot, spicy desire raced through his body and he nearly groaned.
She turned and everything happened so fast.
Mike gasped at the lovely face staring back at him.
Standing
almost eye to eye with him, Mike stared into sharp, intelligent blue eyes as
they widened in alarm.
Her arm began to slip as she tried to step away.
Mike
tightened his fingers around her wrist.
He wasn’t letting this one get away.
A
burning desire still coursed through him as he watched her speak into a small,
black device.
It looked like nothing he’d ever seen before.
It had no buttons
and was half the size of the palm of her hand.
A faint, high-pitched buzzing
sounded like a million muted bees and the tangerine glow changed to bright
gold.
The world began to spin and shake.
Mike had never had a
woman affect him like this before.
He clutched the woman around her small waist
thinking they were having a rare earthquake and held on to her for dear life.
A
soaring, spinning sensation filled him.
He closed his eyes to keep from getting
sick as nausea rose in his stomach.
The last thing he remembered was the gentle
touch of the woman stroking his face, his mouth and the deep cleft in his chin.
* * * * *
The first thing he realized was the high-pitched buzzing had
disappeared.
The world had stopped spinning and colors came back to him.
Well,
gray, gloomy colors he thought as he looked around.
He gaped at the changes.
Where was he?
Tall skyscrapers
filled the horizon.
His snow-capped mountains had disappeared.
Thin strips of
blue sky were all that could be seen between the columns of buildings
stretching to the heavens.
Something huge flew by and Mike ducked.
The wind
from its passing knocked him into the brown brick wall of the building he stood
next to.
“What the heck was that?” he muttered.
Another one flashed by but this
time it flew down the center of the space between the buildings.
Mike stared at
the flying automobile, amazed, frightened and intrigued.
He turned to ask the woman where he was and saw her
disappear around the corner.
“Damn.” He sprinted after her barely keeping her
in sight.
Flying cars whizzed by and millions of motor scooter-type vehicles
hovered down the narrow street.
Mike saw the woman turn into a building and
rushed to keep her in sight.
The sound of his regulated breaths caught his
attention.
Not because he was out of breath or tired—he wasn’t—but because he
heard them.
Startled, Mike realized that the flying cars and mini scooters were
silent.
Too busy to consider that oddity he pushed through the automatic door
just as the woman stepped up to an elevator.
“Morning, Ms.
Wentworth,” a security guard standing at a
podium by the elevator said.
“Morning, Sam.
How are you this fine morning?”
“Doing well, doing well.
Working on anything interesting?”
The woman laughed and Mike felt something skitter along his
spine.
His stomach clenched as a slight roaring filled his ears.
Something
shifted inside him.
He attributed it to the strange surroundings.
“You know I
can’t tell you that, Sam.
You try that every day.” She pressed the button to
call the elevator.
Mike rushed up to her.
“Wait just a minute.
Who are you and
where am I?” He felt a sudden righteous anger course through him.
“You walked
away!
You were leaving me.
What happened out there?
What’s going on?”
Mike saw people turn to stare at them.
The elevator doors
opened with a silent swish and a stream of people rushed out.
The woman reached
for his wrist and with a strong grip hauled him inside.
Mike momentarily forgot
his anger as the feel of her hand on him caused tension to tighten his muscles.
The doors closed on a whisper and the elevator shot to the top.
“Whoa.” Mike
fell back against a wall and waited for his stomach to settle.
His ears popped
and he actually burped from the rapid change in pressure.
“That happens to most people the first time they ride a
supersonic elevator.
You’ll get used to it in time.”
The elevator stopped with a soft bounce and the doors
opened.
The woman grabbed Mike’s arm again and pulled him past an empty
reception desk, down a narrow hallway and into a clear, plexiglass-type
enclosed office.
She swept her arm across the seat of a chair throwing books,
papers and strange devices on the floor and said, “Have a seat.”
Mike’s heart still raced and he felt lightheaded.
His
stomach lurched and for the first time in his life he felt like he might pass
out.
He fell into the chair, put his head in his hands and leaned into his
knees hoping to get some blood to rush back inside his numb brain.
That’s
assuming he had a brain left after that elevator ride.
“Your nausea and dizziness will pass in a few minutes.
Want
some water?”
All he could do was nod but he felt the woman get up and go
behind him.
He heard a swish and a clank and soon she handed him a glass of
water.
Without looking up he gulped the liquid then almost spat it out.
“What’s
this?” He glanced up, feeling a little better.
“Water.”
“This isn’t like any water I’ve ever tasted.
What’s in it?”
“I couldn’t tell you.
It’s probably all chemicals that are
supposed to help us grow tall and strong, have no diseases and I’m sure there’s
something in there to clean the kitchen sink too.”
Mike couldn’t help it, he laughed.
“Well, that certainly
explains everything.” He realized that the funny-tasting water had helped and
glanced at the young woman in front of him.
Electric blue eyes stared back.
“Who are you?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” she said.
“Let me explain
something to you.
You might not have so many questions when I’m finished.” She
sat behind a desk made out of some clear material and steepled her fingers.
“This is the year 2110.”
“What?” Mike would have jumped up if he felt his legs would
support him.
The woman held up her hand.
“The date is December 21, 2110.
You are in New York City.
This building is owned by one of the four
corporations that run the world.
It’s called, Circle Planet Com, or CPC.
Stands
for Circle the Planet Communications.
I work for them in a division that’s not
well known to the public.
My division is called Travel Com.
I develop time
travel devices.”
“What?” he repeated.
“You’re eloquent.
Must be what twenty-first century men are
like.
I always wondered.” She gave him a curious look and smiled at him as she
leaned back in her chair.
Mike’s heart hammered in his chest.
Her smile twisted his
insides, soothing and confusing him at the same time.
He stood up, wondering if
she’d just insulted him with the most stunning smile he’d ever seen.
Her lower
lip stood out, more plump than the upper one.
Mike craved to taste that lip but
dragged his mind back to what the woman was saying.
“Now just wait a minute.
You’re telling me I’ve time traveled to the future with you?”
“Yes.”
“That thing,” he waved at the device still in her hand, “is
a time machine?”
“Yes.”
“And you developed it.”
The woman sighed.
“Yes.
You have to believe it, just look
around.
Has your stomach settled yet?
A first ride in a supersonic elevator is
unnerving.”
Mike paced the small clear plastic cubicle.
He raked his
hand through his hair.
His stomach did feel better.
“Okay.
I admit, things
aren’t the same.
The air even feels different.” He stepped back to the chair
and sank into it.
“What’s going on here?”
“My name is Shauna Wentworth.
I work for Circle Planet Com
as the head of their secret time travel program,” Shauna repeated.
“We’re
developing time travel on a limited basis.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to travel
to different time periods, see old or futuristic cultures and come back, all
without screwing up life as we know it.”
“Right.
Travel to different times for vacation.
Sure.” Mike
would have thought the woman crazy if he weren’t standing in her office in a
high-rise building in New York City watching flying automobiles whiz by at the
level of the office he stood in.
“It’s more than that but it’s complicated.
Are you ready to
go back to the twenty-first century?”
“What?
I can go back now?”
“Of course.
It wouldn’t do for you to stay too long anyway.
You could be hurt or even killed.”
“Why?”
“Mr.—”
“Oh, I’m sorry.
Mike Forrester.” He reached out to shake her
hand and felt a sizzle race up his arm.
This sensation rivaled the one Mike had
felt when he’d touched her earlier.
The hairs on his arm stood straight up.
Still holding Shauna Wentworth’s hand he stared into beautiful startled blue
eyes.
Her mouth had fallen open showing the tips of perfect white teeth and
pink, full lips.
He stared as she wet her lips, leaving them shiny with liquid
from her tongue.
Mike’s body instantly hardened and a groan slipped out.
Shauna pulled her hand away, stepped back behind her desk.
“You need to go back.
Now.”
Mike walked around the desk and stopped very close to
Shauna.
He knew he was invading her personal space but needed to see her
reaction.
Her eyes dilated and she licked her lips again.
Her eyes darted from
his eyes to his mouth and back to his eyes again.
That was all Mike needed to
see.
He dipped his head and kissed her.
The minute their lips touched an electric current sizzled
along his body.
He felt a flash of heat sear him and pulled her closer.
His
tongue pushed into Shauna’s mouth and tangled with hers.
Never in his life had
he wanted a woman so badly, so fast.
Never had he needed someone so intensely,
so desperately.
Mike kissed Shauna and knew what a first kiss was meant to be.
He knew somewhere in the far reaches of his mind that this woman could be
important to him.
He knew.
Shauna’s body had stiffened at the first touch of his kiss
but melted with softness when his tongue touched hers.
He heard her groan, felt
her nipples harden under her blouse.
He reached out to touch the stiff peaks
when the door to the cubicle crashed open.
“Ms.
Wentworth!
What are you doing?” a female voice
screeched.
Mike and Shauna jumped apart and Mike felt as if he’d been
torn in two.
He stared at the woman who’d interrupted them, then realized she
could easily see them through the clear material of the walls.
“I’m sorry, Maxine.
Did anyone else walk by and see us?” Shauna’s
voice sounded shaky to Mike’s ears.
“No.
Who is this man?
Is he a Global Guardian?” The rounded
middle-aged woman stepped back, fear clearly written on her face.
“Global Guardian?” Mike asked.
