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As a consultant analyst for the most technologically...
As a consultant analyst for the most technologically advanced firms
in the country, Danny Ferguson knows he’s seen a lot of crazy stuff, but
nothing comes close to his newest position at the Temporal Research
Institute, the world’s foremost time travel organisation.
The
corrupted piece of code Ferguson found on the TRI’s closed network is a
serious concern for Lysander O’Donohue, the director of the TRI. Unable
to trust his own people—any one of whom might be the source—he’s forced
to put all his trust in Danny to solve the mystery of the corrupt code
and find the identity of the enemy within.
But when an unexpected temporal gate opens, a straightforward code analysis becomes something a lot more complicated.
Time Turns - book four and the penultimate book of the Out of Time series - is now available for pre-order. Pre-ordered copies will be released three days in advance of the release date of September 16th :)
Happy release day to one and all :D I hope you enjoy this, the penultimate book, in the series.
For a release day special, here’s a sneak peek:
“Isn’t that a security risk?” Danny finally said. “Me, I mean.”
“Like I said, you’ve been discreet.”
Danny folded his arms, frowning in thought. “What if I get hammered?”
“What?”
“If I get hammered?” Danny gazed back at him. By the glow of the screens, Lysander could see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. “What if I’m pished and I started spouting off about time travel and the TRI and the traitor?”
Lysander frowned, puzzled. “Are you saying you don’t want to go out?”
Danny pushed himself up off the desk. “I’m saying I might need a chaperone.”
It was Lysander’s turn to stare. “Excuse me?”
“A chaperone. Someone to knock me on the head if I start running my mouth.” One side of his mouth turned up. “And since you’re the only one who knows why I’m here and knows what I know…”
“Me?” Lysander felt blindsided. “You’re joking, right? I mean I’m—it’s—” He shook his head, dazed. “I don’t think you want me chaperoning.”
The smirk widened into a smile. “Why not? It might be fun.”
