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228 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 27, 2014
Yet every taste, every brush of Reegan’s tongue and teeth against Saul’s body felt right. Familiar. As though they were lovers connected by years of exploration and intimacy, not virtual strangers.
Research proves short jaunts are overwhelmingly safe. But the longer a traveler stays, the greater the danger their presence will cause a potential paradox. Their interference radiates and expands at an exponential level. When that happens, when the ripples get too big, the traveler is eliminated.
"Here, danger could come from any direction. It was Walmart, after all."




"You still have Walmart in the future?"
"Are you kidding? You can't kill Walmart. It's like a giant, multi-billion-dollar cockroach."


...Saul shook his head. "Not with me. I won't hurt you."When he met Saul, it was the first time he felt like somebody could actually care for him.
[...]While it could've meant several things, and probably did, Reegan understood it was also Saul's promise to protect him.
The last person to promise that had been his mother, over twenty years ago.
He couldn't get a handle on Reegan McNamara, who appeared so intelligent and competent one moment, only to start talking to Saul's bathroom appliances in the next.

A year ago the mystery would have intrigued him, and he might have found hours of pleasure in deconstructing it to find the answer. Now all he felt was an involuntary flinch and more of that conflicting desire to both push Reegan away and pull him closeEven though Saul is afraid of getting hurt again and, therefore, doesn't want to let anyone close to him again, he just can't stay away from Reegan and his kind and captivating nature.

"What part feels unethical in particular? Me blowing you or you fucking me through this thin, shitty mattress?"
Saul's pupils flared, dilating even more in the low light. "You have way with words."
It shouldn't have been this intoxicating. They were still just learning each other, testing limits. Yet every taste, every brush of Reegan's tongue and teeth against Saul's body felt right. Familiar. As though they were lovers connected by years of exploration and intimacy, not virtual strangers.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re actually a client?” “I’m trying to be, so can you stop it with the fuck-me eyes? They’re very distracting.”