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UntimelyBook & Author Details:

Untimely by J & L Wells
(An Untimely Romance #1)
Publication date: January 4th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel


“An Untimely Romance is a beautiful breakout novel where love is found in the hidden corners of time. A must read for fans of time travel romance!” ~ The Kindle Book Review

ABOUT AN UNTIMELY ROMANCE: Heather Richardson is a seventeen-year-old British girl whose life quickly becomes an emotional roller coaster when she meets Ruben Brown, a twenty-year-old man who works for her father at Freesdon Manor. As much as Heather wants to love Ruben, the cracks in their relationship begin to show as her eighteenth birthday draws nigh. In a surprising turn of events Heather is confronted by Frank, an intriguing man from a past that dates back to the nineteenth century. His untimely presence changes everything. When she’s thrown back in time by an unrelenting force, Heather realizes that her life is not what it appears to be. Her future has already been written, and it seems she cannot escape her fate, a fate determined by a love lost long ago. In her struggle to find herself, Heather must chose her destiny amidst a dangerous love triangle, vengeful lovers, and passions controlled by the hands of time.

Untimely is book 1 in a New romance series that you are going to love!


Apart from a florescent security light, which worked on a timer system, Freesdon Manor lay in a cloak of darkness. Heather was still shaking from the cold as she locked her car. She decided that due to the lateness of hour she’d take the main entrance on the off chance that either of her parents were still awake and might overhear her. She felt totally at odds with herself and the evening’s events, as contradictory thoughts of Ruben were re-enacted over and over in her mind. The last thing she felt like dealing with at the moment was an inquisition, and she decided she’d spend the remainder of the night in one of the manor’s refurbs. All the rooms to be viewed by the public had undergone extensive historical makeovers to the highest specifications, and almost all now stood in their oldie-worldy attire, like time had thrown them back a couple of centuries.

She hurried up the steps, opened the front door and stepped into the darkened hallway. She felt around with her hands for the small mahogany table situated to her left, where her dad always left a box of Swan Vesta matches for emergencies. The manor was lit by candlelight, either chandeliers or free-standing candelabras. Heather’s eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness and she located one of the lights. She struck a match, carefully lit three of its four candles and watched them dance in unison. With heavy legs and an addled mind, she dragged her tired body up the nearest of the two grand staircases, carrying the candles to light her way.

Upon reaching the top step and walking onto the landing, a shard of light manifested itself; it was orb-like in appearance and grew ever-more intense. She watched in horror, frozen in her tracks. A deathly chill hung in the air and she threw her arms around herself; a cold, awkward shiver penetrated through to her spine. As the orb grew nearer, it circled her in sweeping motions, as if to intimidate her. Then it paused, before opening out like an exotic fan. Then the orb began its descent, masking the staircase with its iridescent glow, proceeding to light up the hallway before continuing through an open arched doorway.

Ghostly sounds bounced from wall to wall, echoing through the lower floor of Freesdon Manor. Sweet music flowed as though fingers were running across the ivory keys of a piano. Muffled voices and vague laughter took to the air, and Heather witnessed darkened silhouettes as they moved in time to the music; they danced in pairs to a fading melody, their ghostly forms brushing the floor eerily. Then there was a momentary pause as the light withdrew and began its sinister retreat back up the stairwell. A multitude of apparitions faded away before her eyes and once again the lower floor was in total darkness.

Unable to move and almost too scared to breathe, Heather stood rigid, in a cold sweat. The light was holding its own inhabitants within, their forms taking on the blurred image of two figures walking towards her hand in hand. She felt an unbearable coldness; it was like nothing she had ever witnessed, almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience. The figures didn’t pause, or veer to one side or another, but travelled through her body as if she wasn’t there.

“Mum, help me!” she screamed, reaching out towards the banister to steady herself, her eyes darting in utter disbelief.

What were they? Where have they gone? she thought to herself.


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About the author

JLLaura Wells is a swimming teacher, with a love of books, animals and, of course, Jane Austen. Once a national swimmer, she now runs three swim schools of her own. She enjoys spending her spare time with her family and two mad Shiba Inus. She lives in Staffordshire, England.

Judy Wells works at a school; in her spare time she enjoys writing poetry and novels, and spending time with her animals. She also lives in Staffordshire, England.

Laura and Judy are a mother and daughter duo; with Judy’s love of poetry and writing and Laura’s ideas, they work extremely well together. Time-travel and historical romance novels are their passion, and they hope that after you have read their books, you will feel the same.
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  1. Terrific excerpt! I love the cover and title! And I think it’s so great that the authors are mother and daughter! Thank you for sharing!

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