Temporal Reverie

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Gabriella Bradley

ISBN : 978-1-4874-4370-2

Page :298

Word Count :82000

Publication Date :2025-11-14

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Category : , Historical Romance , Paranormal Romance , Paranormal

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Product Code: 978-1-4874-4370-2

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A neuroscientist from 2298 is thrust into WWII, where love and war collide, while a physicist in the future struggles to bring her home.

In 2298, neuroscientist Dr. Danica Reynolds is on the verge of unlocking the secrets of consciousness, until a glitch in her experimental device sends her spiraling back to 1943, into the heart of war-torn Netherlands. Disguised as a nurse, Danica must survive the chaos of World War II while forging powerful bonds with those around her, including a gifted artist who captures her heart.

Back in the future, physicist Dr. Jonathan Turner is desperate to uncover what happened to Danica. As he unravels the mysteries of her time-warping device, he begins to suspect her mind holds the key to time itself.

“What’s happening to me?” she gasped, her vision beginning to blur. The equations from her dreams flashed again, suddenly making perfect, terrible sense. “The field is…it’s creating a temporal…”

“Yes,” Elsa confirmed, sounding pleased. “The neural-temporal interface is achieving synchronization.”

“That’s not what this project is!” Danica protested, her indignation momentarily overriding her fear. “We’re enhancing neural pathways, not creating temporal…”

A surge of pain cut off her words, driving her off the chair to her knees. The electrodes at her temples burned like brands, but she could no longer raise her arms to try and remove them. Around her, reality itself seemed to be fracturing, with equipment appearing to occupy multiple positions simultaneously, afterimages trailing behind every movement.

“I apologize for the discomfort, Dr. Reynolds,” Elsa said, her tone almost gentle now. “But Dr. Bentley’s parameters were quite specific.”

“Bentley?” Danica whispered, shock cutting through the pain. “Arthur had nothing to do with this project. He’s in quantum neurology, not enhancement…”

The pieces clicked together in her fading consciousness, the dreams, the equations, the impossible resonance patterns. They weren’t dreams at all. They were memories. Memories of something that hadn’t happened yet.

“Oh my God,” she muttered and took a deep breath, as understanding dawned. “It’s not neural enhancement. It’s time displacement.”

The light in the lab intensified, building from painful brightness to something beyond description—a white so absolute it seemed to exist in more dimensions than the human eye could process. Danica’s final coherent thought was a mixture of scientific awe and personal terror as her consciousness began to unravel.

This isn’t supposed to happen. Not yet.

Her body went limp, and she sprawled on the floor, the electrodes still humming with power as reality twisted around her. For a single, impossible moment, she existed everywhere and nowhere, stretched across time like a thread pulled too tight.

As darkness claimed her, she felt herself drifting somewhere, and the last thing she heard was the sound of Elsa’s voice, calmly announcing…

“Transfer complete.”