Speakeasy: A Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas
Publisher: Broadback (April 5, 2022)
Category: Time Travel, Historical Fiction Romance
Tour Dates May 3-June 30
ISBN: Coming Soon
Available in Print and ebook,
At that instant, Roxie was jarred from her thoughts when the front door burst open and Nash Corbin stood there, glaring at her, his hat cocked right, feet apart, eyes hard. Hadn’t Jeff locked the front door?
“Look, you!” he growled, pointing a warning finger at her. “I have to get to the basement. See? And don’t you try to stop me, or so help me, I’ll break your neck.”
Roxie jumped to her feet, glancing about. No one was around, and Nash was much too big for her to try to stop him, and she was too terrified to run. Nausea twisted her gut. Before she could form a plan, he lunged ahead, quick-stepping it across the room. Afraid of an attack, Roxie leaned back, pressing herself against the bar as he blew past her, hurrying toward the closed basement door on the left, just past the bar.
In an instant, he’d yanked it open and vanished inside. Roxie’s heart bounced about in her chest, her temples throbbing. What should she do?
She pushed away from the bar and headed for the open basement door. A bright yellow light flooded the eight concrete stairs that led to shadows below. Roxie’s throat tightened, and fear made her sweat. With careful steps, she began her descent, and when she was halfway down, she wondered why she hadn’t called for Jeff. At the bottom, she steadied herself and then kept going, seeing a long, narrow brick hallway with boxes stacked against the right wall, making the passage even narrower.
In a low, frightened voice, she called out. “Roy… Roy, are you down here?”
No response. That was odd. He said he’d be in the office, in the rear. She called out again, louder. Again, no response.
Roxie was petrified that Nash Corbin would leap out of the shadows and attack her. Still, she pressed on, noticing a door to her left, slightly ajar. Inhaling a sharp breath, she approached it, reached for the doorknob, and nudged the door open. There was darkness and silence, as if she’d entered a cave. She paused to let her eyes adjust and let her pulse settle. The room threw out a foul smell of dust and dampness, and Roxie hesitated. Why was she doing this? Because something seemed to nudge her on.
Roxie was about to return to the stairs and call for Jeff when she saw a flickering blue light inside the room. Drawn by curiosity, she stepped gingerly into the room, her peering eyes searching through the fog of cobwebs, every sense on high alert, her body a coiled spring, ready to bolt for the door if anything jumped out.
Movement to Roxie’s left startled her, and she pivoted to focus on the back wall. Her heart jumped. There he was, Nash Corbin, standing at the back wall, near what appeared to be a four-foot doorway, illumined by a strange, pulsing, blue light.
His gaze fastened onto her, and in the glowing light, there was a malicious joy in his eyes. “Okay, dollface, now Nash Corbin goes back to where he came from, and ain’t nobody gonna stop me.”
In astonishment, Roxie watched him pivot, stoop, and leap through the pulsating blue doorway and vanish. Roxie stumbled back, her eyes glued to the lighted doorway that sparkled and beckoned.
Too curious to stop herself, Roxie crept forward, easing around stacked boxes and old trunks. What in the hell was going on? Only a few feet away from the blue doorway, she lifted her arm and reached out toward the light. A jolt of electricity rippled through her body, and the hair on her arm and on the back of her neck stood up.
Terrified, she was about to turn and run, when sudden movement to her right froze her on the spot. The shadow of a cat darted out from behind a box and sprang after a fleeing mouse that raced across Roxie’s shoes.
Roxie shrieked, danced out of the way and, without realizing it, she twisted her body toward the gyrating blue doorway. The gravitational pull of the swirling mass caught her, and a hollow scream got stuck in her throat as a surging force sucked her into the doorway of pulsing light.