Chapter For SPELL ACROSS TIME by Regan Taylor
A Thursday in August
Stepping out of Max’s Café,
one of their favorite haunts for their standing Thursday
night dinner, brown-haired, brown-eyed Kelly McKenna looked
up at the stars and took in a deep breath. “You know,
Suz, I should have told the guard at work to refuse packages
a long time ago. Do you have any idea how relaxing it has
been not getting dead roses and spiked candy and other crap
every week? It’s like heaven. The past week has been
“I bet,” blond-haired, gray-eyed
Susan Hammond answered, “and no more dreams?”
“Not since the last one, or whatever
that was that happened in the tub. At least not that I remember.”
As Kelly closed her driver’s side
door and reached to open the passenger side for Susan, she
glanced at the windshield and froze.
“Susan, don’t move, don’t
get in the car.” Although the words were spoken quietly,
Susan must have heard the absolute panic in Kelly’s
Kelly herself climbed back out of the car,
her voice trembling. “Susan, listen to me, step away
from the car, keep everyone else away and call the police.”
To say Kelly sounded frantic and near to
going out of her mind would have been an understatement.
Susan looked at her friend and apparently saw the absolute
terror on her face.
“Kel, what’s happening?”
“I think that’s a bomb on my
windshield! Go call the police and I’ll get people
away from here.”
Seeing Susan reach for her cell phone, Kelly stopped her.
“No, not the cell, it could trigger the bomb. Use
a land line and stop anyone else from using their cells.”
As Susan ran back into the restaurant yelling
for the phone, Kelly reflected on what had seemed like just
a stalking had turned into. Just a stalking? Who was she
kidding? Stalkings never were “justs”. They
were serious, emotionally painful invasions of a person’s
life. This went beyond stalking. This was a direct threat
on her life. The notes, emails, and phone calls had been
irritating, childish pranks, but then they had happened
when she was still in high school and just into college.
The dead flowers and tampered candies were obnoxious, but
any of those things could have been easily dealt with. The
doll she received a few weeks ago, a Barbie, with a knife
stuck where it would have had a heart—that was when
things turned to actual death threats. Now he was trying
to kill her. He had shifted from wanting to scare and own
her to wanting to kill her.
If he wasn’t playing for real before,
he was now. If she hadn’t been alert, if it really
was a bomb, she’d be dead now. As she moved around
the parking lot, trying to calmly ask people to stay back
from her car and not use their cell phones, she searched
their faces. Was one of these people the stalker?
The material she had read on stalkers was
that they didn’t really want to kill their prey. They
fed off the terror, always coming just close enough to really
harming them, but never quite completing it. It was about
possession of the person, not killing them that drove them.
And they liked to watch the person’s reaction. But
a bomb? That was taking it a step further than stalking.
* * * *
In the restaurant, Susan quickly reached
for the desk phone and dialed 911. “My name is Susan
Hammond and I am at Max’s and we think there is a
bomb on the hood of my friend’s car.”
Was the dispatcher deaf?
“Yes, a bomb!”
Despite the question, Susan heard the dispatcher’s
fingers fly across the keyboard and her call out, “I
have a bomb threat coming in.”
“It’s not a threat, lady. It’s
a real bomb-looking thing on her car!”
“Okay, calm down, my partner is getting
units rolling. Can you tell me the color and type of car
and where the device is?”
“It’s a red Ford Mustang convertible,
near the entrance of Max’s parking lot. Kelly is trying
to keep everyone else away from the car in case it goes
off. Are you sure you’re coming?”
“Yes, they were rolling immediately
after your call came in; it’s just that when you have
an emergency, a minute can seem like an hour. Is anyone
else near your friend?”
“Yes, no, well they weren’t
before I came inside. She told me not to use my cell phone
and I told the guy that was near us not to use his but to
keep everyone else away and not use theirs. Was that right?”
“Yes, you did right. Susan…I
have a unit pulling on scene, can you go out and meet him?
“Yes, I’m on my way. Oh, yeah,
my friend? Well she’s being followed, stalked and
this weird guy has been sending her bizarre things like
dead plants. Detective Campbell knows all about it. Can
you call her?”
“Yes. She might want to know.”
Susan rushed up to Kelly, a small crowd
standing near her. Susan scanned their faces looking for
who could have done this. All she saw was curious bystanders,
people looking for some excitement, something to regale
their friends with over gatherings the next few weeks.
“Kelly, the police are coming; they
just pulled into the parking lot. Come on, let’s go
talk to them.”
Grabbing her arm, Susan dragged her over
to the arriving police cars.
“Officer! Officer!” Susan called
out and waved while heading towards the officer.
“Are you Susan?”
“Yes, and this is Kelly, it’s
her car and this is who this guy has been stalking.”
* * * *
The frantic stance and non-stop chatter
Officer Giovaneski heard from Susan contrasted sharply with
her friend Kelly who stood staring like a deer looking into
“Where’s the car?”
Pointing out the red Mustang, an obviously paralyzed Susan
hovered just behind the officer.
As Officer Giovaneski approached the car,
he did see what appeared to be a bomb. Stepping back, he
contacted his dispatch and requested the bomb squad be called
out. As he turned to set a deeper perimeter around the car
and check for other devices, he heard the sound of a click
and a brief second later the car exploded. Officers and
witnesses turned and ran for cover as hot debris rained
down on the parking lot. The smell of burning metal and
gas permeated the air. Sirens came alive in the background
as fire moved up their response.
* * * *
A cacophony of screams, mingled with an
array of “shit did you see that?” filled the
parking lot. Amid the confusion and chaos, no one saw the
black car drive slowly by the street beside the parking
lot, the lone figure looking out at Kelly as she stood transfixed
by the burning carnage that had been her car. Kelly, Kelly,
I keep telling you, you can run, but you cannot hide. I
will always find you because I love you. Come to me, Kelly,
come to me now, this could be your final chance. Turn to
me now or you may not survive the next.
For SPELL ACROSS TIME by Regan Taylor
I found all the characters are interesting
and different. And, as far as I was concerned every one
of them had a motive to be cruelly taunting Kelly, even
those that had a minor role in her life. I kept changing
my opinion of the bad guy/girl constantly through the book.
But then, I am suspicious by nature, so I enjoyed pinning
the threats on each of them. There are heroes and villains
all mixed up in this reincarnation saga.
I always like a book that gets me interested
in the first couple of sentences. The prologue was excellent.
I also like and believe in the concept that you can be drawn
to someone so strongly that you will go against logic to
follow your heart.
If you believe in soul mates, witches, reincarnation
and karma then Spell Across Time: The Pentacle will appeal.
4 ribbons from Chrissy
Regan Taylor has an extraordinary gift for suspense. Generally
a good judge of character, I could barely keep track of all
the times my loyalties and suspicions between characters flip-flopped.
I found myself thoroughly ensconced in the plot, lost in the
question of Kelly’s true love, lost in trying to figure
out who each of the players in the present day represent in
the “other life” flashbacks, and constantly backtracking
to prior pages to verify mention of the Pentacle.
Regan Taylor’s SPELL ACROSS TIME will
have you foaming at the mouth trying to figure out who’s
who in this wonderfully intriguing love story, not to mention
warming your heart at the idea that true love will always
find a way, even across eons of time. SPELL ACROSS TIME
is a read you cannot pass up, and will no doubt haunt you
SPELL ACROSS TIME: The Pentacle is a complicated
tale that could have been a jumbled mess, but instead is
a well-written, excellent read. Regan Taylor is a master
story-weaver and doesn't let any of the threads tangle.
She keeps characters and events on track with ease. Kelly
and Ryan throw caution to the winds when they give in to
the attraction that pulls at both of them. Danger abounds
and Kelly has to survive, something that becomes difficult
when she is no longer sure whom to trust. Almost unbearable
suspense keeps the reader turning pages. I recommend SPELL
ACROSS TIME: The Pentacle.
Romance Reviews Today
Regan Taylor has given her readers the gift
of an excellent time travel romance. Throughout time everyone
has longed for their soul mate, however, few of us get the
chance to actually fall in love with our soul mate. Kelly
does have the opportunity over and over, but through a horrible
mistake in her past she may have unintentionally put an
end to the dream of a life with her soul mate. Ms. Taylor's
expertly weaving in clues and paths bring the reader to
a perfect beginning for Kelly and a happy ending for the
I applaud Ms. Taylor for a story so well
done. Kelly, Susan, Adrian, and Ryan are all very strong
characters; each is a dynamic support to the story. The
suspense and emotional strain of the story kept me turning
pages, rushing to the end then wishing it wasn't ending.
The mixture of magic and mysticism added a glistening bow
as it tied it all together. I anxiously await Ms. Taylor's
next book! Jan Crow from Paranormal Romance Reviews
Spell Across Time: The Pentacle blends just
the right seasoning of witches, karma and just a touch of
reincarnation with the characters, to keep the readers interest
and the pages turning. Kelly, Susan and the other characters
are appealing and diverse in their own special way. Kelly
is a courageous woman, no matter what all is tossed her
way. She still shows vulnerability when being stalked but
I found her to be a fighter as she engages in the battle
to find the stalker. Ms. Taylor’s ingenuous plot and
riveting reincarnation, and the drama that unfolds, had
this reader on the edge of her seat. At times, I felt like
I had the person nailed that was after Kelly then some twist
in the story would occur throwing me off in this fulfilling
Reviewed by: Linda L. of Fallen Angels
Spell Across Time is a fast moving story
in which nothing is as it seems so you’ll be wracking
your brain trying to predict what’s going to happen
next! This intricately woven tale will take you back in
history to explore past lives and the power of witchcraft
and black magic that’ll have your heart pounding and
your mind racing! 4 lips from Kerin of two lips.
Who is out to kill her? And why?
Regan Taylor's Spell Across Time is an edge-of-your-seat
romantic suspense. The characters are all well-developed
and the paranormal elements kept me spellbound until the
very end. If you love an excellent mystery and an even greater
romance, you will love Spell Across Time. I look forward
to reading more from this highly talented author. By Linda
Morelli at My Shelf.