Time Travel Sisters

By Grace Walter

Olivia and Jane, using one of their parent’s many homes as a crash pad after a late night out on the town, follow an odd whirring sound coming from their father’s study. Their father, for whom nothing was unattainable due to his billions, had somehow procured a time machine which the two young women put immediately to use. Suddenly modern day men seem boring when there are cowboys, knights, shapeshifters, vampires, paranormals, werewolves (just to name a few) to teach them a few new tricks in the bedroom...

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Grace Walter
• Release date: Jun 9, 2019

Book preview

1

W ait, are you sure? What if we end up in some cowboy town and never make it back? I ask.

Just push the button already. We read the manual, or whatever you call this dusty old book, Olivia demands, giving me that blazing defiant look that my sister does so well.

My hand hovers over the button and my stomach crawls up into my throat. Here goes nothing, I whisper as my finger slowly applies pressure.

Then... blackness. For a long, long moment I feel like I can’t take a breath, like the air has become dry and dense. Suddenly, whoosh! Here we are, standing on a bright dusty street in 1880.

Ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Look at us! Olivia exclaims.

This dress? Are you serious? Holy shit, look at my boobs. We’re wearing bustles and corsets underneath flowing dresses. Mine is a rose color and Olivia’s is deep blue. Your hair looks amazing! I admire her long brunette locks piled up on her head in loose curls and an amazing bun.

Let’s walk around, Olivia grabs my arm, pulling me up the boardwalk. The haze of dusk hangs in the sky as evening begins to set in. A warm breeze drifts up the street that’s alive with evening activity. The city seems to sing to us like an old cowboy song.

That book was not joking that we would have everything we need, check out your purse! The ragged old journal that I found in our father’s study outlined the