Erin Lockhart Meyer’s sudden passage backward in time to World War II France forces her to use her music to protect members of the Resistance from the attention of a German officer. A concert pianist and composer, now she’s performing for her life. But what she thought was already an impenetrable maze of confusion becomes even more mystifying when she helps a wounded British pilot evade capture. Arick. Arick Ambrose. She recognizes him; knows his name. But she knows him from her own life and time. How could he be here as well? Does he remember her? Erin’s attraction to Arick could prove deadly as the German officer demands more and more from Erin. Will she learn how to return to her own time? If she does return, will she ever find Arick again? For Erin, time is running out.

EXCERPT

A breeze lifted the dark curtain covering the open window, bringing with it the scent of sweet mint. Squinting against the sudden flare of bright sunlight, Erin took a step closer to the bed. Arick still slept. He'd nudged the thin woolen blanket down to his waist at some point in the night, baring the wide strips of bandages they'd used to strap his arm tightly across his chest. Complexion pale, his chest rose and fell steadily.

As though dreaming troubled dreams, Arick scowled. Moving his legs beneath the thin blanket, his unbound hand plucked fretfully at the bandages crossing his chest. He sighed, turned his face into the sweet breeze, and his eyes opened.

Escaping like a wraith beneath the curtain through the open window, the strum of a guitar flitted through the room, followed by the persistent jangle of a tambourine. Erin shivered. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, matching the rhythm of the music. Shouts of laughter. The stamping of feet. Twirling around a yellow-gold campfire. Dust filtering down onto her uplifted face and naked arms.

Arick's scowl deepened. He gasped and half-rolled toward her. Hope filled the hollow ache in Erin's heart, driving away the phantoms. He recognized her! She could see it in his eyes! He would say her name!

"I remember you," Arick whispered. He swallowed heavily, trying to clear his throat, but started to cough, and the coughing chased away the hint of recognition. His frown of confusion twisted into a grimace of pain.