Ferried

A Time Travel Historical Romance

I fled the surprise public proposal of my nightmares. I needed to regain control — instead, I fell into a river and woke up in 1864.

Getting back to 2016. To Wesley. Nothing could get in my way. Not even an unwavering Scottish-American soldier. Daniel. If I didn't get back, the side fated to win the war would string me up for treason. Because of course the identity I'd borrowed happened to belong to a criminal.

Never back down. Trust no one. Build your own liferaft. Like my grandmother used to say, "Dinna let yerself be ferried, Faith." That was my armor in 2016. But in war-torn 1864, it was my cage. Here, an assertive woman was a threat. My raft was sinking, and Daniel refused to let me sink alone. Fiercely loyal. Protective — irritatingly so. I didn't need his protection.

It shouldn't have felt this good.

I thought this was a random time slip. Instead, I discovered it might be something deeper in my bloodline. Something enchanted. What started as a simple goal of getting home had turned into a choice. 2016 or 1864. Wesley or Daniel. But with the threat of the noose tightening, my choice could no longer be boiled down to even that. I had to choose between saving myself and fighting for the people who had become my home.

Coming 2026-2027