Dylan Townsend stands on the beach watching commercial jets fall out of the sky like oak leaves twirling in the wind. A wing shears off the one closest to the shore just before it splashes down in the sea. Why was she telling him this outlandish story? What sort of tourist agency would offer people a front row seat to the end of the world? More importantly, why would anyone book such a vacation if there wasn't any way home afterward?
"Why would anyone buy a ticket on the Titanic if they knew it was doomed?"
"Relax Dylan," she assures him. "If you know it's going to sink, you could bring a raft."
As she paces in the sand watching the sky, he realizes that however wild her story may be, he loves her. Maybe Izzy is a time travel tour guide after all. In truth, he is more likely to be harmed by her boyfriend than the imminent apocalypse. What's he going to do about that sticky situation?
"Come on," she orders, pulling on his arm. "We need to see a man about a raft."
Disclaimer: This novel contains no profanity, some violence, an office princess in bondage, cowboy coffee, classic cars, love triangles, domestic violence, birthday cake, Lion Country Safari mishaps, beach volleyball, road rage, a prosthetic shotgun, text messages on gum wrappers, and the strong belief that people are a product of their experiences and not just genetically predisposed to mayhem.
Any resemblance to actual historical events or persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.
