When It All Goes Still by Allison Mullinax
Time Traveler Romance
Fiery Seas Everlasting
May 15, 2018
Traveler is arrogant, rebellious, and the most skillful Observation Agent within the division. His refusal to follow the agency rules finally catches up to him and a girl witnesses him time-travel.
Johanna Martin is a witty adventurous runner recovering from the tragic loss of her parents. Confused by the dark-faced stranger and what he was doing at the local state park, she is unable to ignore the effects it has had on her.
With his life and reputation at risk, Traveler must choose… Johanna or his life?
WHEN IT ALL GOES STILL by Allison Mullinax
Excerpt from CHAPTER 6:
What in the world is MB thinking? She meets this stranger for all of five minutes, and she’s ready to throw me at him like meat to the wolves. The shower rain momentarily drowns out the sound in my ears as I wash away the Alabama heat.
I step out of the shower, toweling off, and smother my skin with my favorite grapefruit lotion. The smell reminds me of the trip to Florida we took when I was thirteen years old. We drove for miles through the state of Alabama to the Florida panhandle, stopping along the way at road-side shops and farmer’s markets. One of my favorite pictures of my mother was taken on that trip. I can still see her standing underneath the branches of a grapefruit tree, laughing candidly at my dad holding the camera. The wind manipulating her dark curly hair, and her eyes full of happiness.
I swaddle my body in a terrycloth robe and run a comb through my hair. I decide that a cool glass of Pinot Grigio wouldn’t kill anyone, but maybe it will kill the ringing in my ears. I’m already anticipating the cool wood under my bare feet as I hit the stair landing.
It isn’t the humming in my head, but the loud rapping on the front door that startles me. My foot slips, and it sends me sliding down the steps on my stomach like a five-year-old on a slip n’ slide. I scream out in pain as the last step catches me directly in my side. Rolling onto my back, I’m unable to take a deep breath from the throbbing.
“Hey. Johanna?” I hear someone calling from the other side of the front door. I’m lying flat on my back on the floor, staring at the wooden door, absolutely certain that it was Traveler’s voice on the other side. “Are you okay?” he shouts, his voice sounds panicked.
I want to say something back, but I can’t breathe. I want to tell him to just go away. I don’t understand why he is here, or how he found here to begin with.
“I’m opening the door,” he yells as a warning. I’m completely frozen. Mary-Beth is going to be so mad at herself when she finds me murdered on the original oak floors of this house. Serves her right! I try to call out to him to say, “No,” but all that leaves my lips is a rush of whispery air and a whimper. Perfect.
I see the front door cautiously being opened, his black boot pressing into the doorframe, and then the caramel skin around his green eyes creasing as he sees me on the floor.
“Oh Fuck. Are you all right?” His deep voice reverberates in my chest as he comes closer. I’m wheezing for air, so I can’t get any words to formulate.
“What happened? Are you alone?” He’s asking me questions and looking around, but just like in the store, I can’t think straight with the buzzing. He’s kneeling beside me, his face directly over mine.
He places a hand underneath my neck, causing my wet hair to sizzle, and then he lazily lifts me to a sitting position on the bottom step. Is my hair burning? “Slow breaths. I asked you what happened?” His hand is still wrapped around the back of my neck. I look at his face, and then the humming is gone. The room is quiet and still, as though an invisible vacuum has sucked the sound waves away.
North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.