Insight into 'Into the Future'

The 2nd book in the time travel adventure of Dave and Torie Mills Cameron is my personal favorite of the series. I've gotten some feed back about the fact there is nothing about the future in the novel. At the time it was written in 2013, most of the story did take place in the future, 2015, 2016, 2017. However, now real life has caught up with the story. The blurb which is on the back of the paperback, isn't on the e-book version and might also cause the confusion. Maybe. Maybe the fault is with me for choosing a wrong title but I stand by my reasons for naming this 2nd book of the series Into the Future.

To me, Into the Future is really Dave's story and the lengths he will go to in order to give Torie and their baby Rose Lynn some sense of normalcy in a world gone absolutely insane all around them while their own life together has been torn to shreds by the fallout from one terrible night. Dave and Torie are both holding on to their sanity by sheer dint of will and when Dave keeps to himself a secret that would surely be the last straw and the end of their marriage and life together.

I think it shows the depth of Dave's strength to live trapped in a personal hell he cannot leave, a hell that will cost him dearly in mental torment as nightly he goes to battle and heroically lives through and witnesses the unimaginable. While at the same time he is putting on the face of a man who has it all together, for the world's and more importantly, for Torie's benefit.  This part two of the story also shows the depth of Dave's humanity, his gentle and caring spirit and his courage. I feel it makes the reader love him even more and he proves he is worthy of adoration. 

As one reviewer put it: "Dave is stunning. With all the travels and the emotions they raise in him, it is impossible to describe just how touching they are."

Back Cover Blurb:

When author Torie Mills moved to tiny Fremont, Iowa, she found the love of her life and the place where she finally felt she belonged. Five generations of Dave Cameron’s family had inhabited the large idyllic Victorian house he and Torie now called home. They settled in, started a family and seemed to be living the perfect fairy-tale ending.

Fast forward two years INTO THE FUTURE. The Cameron family, including little one-year-old Rose, have been chased from their home by the time travels they believed they had left behind. Quiet Mahaska County has become a Mecca for fans of the psychological thriller Where Evil Lived, which Torie wrote concerning the 1959 mass murder of her Mills cousins. It was just meant to be a way to help Dave heal and put it behind him for good. Now it had taken on a life of its

While Torie searches desperately for the  answers that will fix her fractured family and allow them the happily ever after they desire, Dave struggles to hold onto his sanity and keep a secret from her that will test him to the limits of his endurance as he comes to terms with the time travel gift that neither he, Torie nor their child will be able to resist or control.

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Three very different stories...

 Torn, snippet

    

When I come down the darkened hallway from the living room toward my bedroom, I am a little down and ready to call it a night but I pull my phone out of my pocket and can see the pulsing light signaling I have a message and suddenly I am completely revived.

I flip on my bedroom light and Mark yells from behind me, “Brian, I’m making a frozen pizza. You want some,” he asks coming after me to stand at my door.

 “A…yeah,” I say distracted. “I’ll be there in a minute.

 I glance around to see him nodding, but he doesn’t make a move to leave. He just stands at the threshold watching me.  I use my foot to push my door closed on him, but he sticks out a hand, stopping it.  “You didn’t,” he groans. “Tell me you didn’t.”

 “I did,” I answer shortly.

 “You’re asking for trouble,” he predicts but grins at me and is shaking his head.

 “Totally worth it,” I reply with a smile just before I close the door in his face.

I can hear him hooting with laughter and then he starts belting out some unrecognizable tune, (he’s completely tone deaf), as he heads back toward the kitchen. I can hear our roommate Adam come barreling into the front door of the house and it sounds as though he has brought company. At least one female voice echoes down the hallway.

     I open the new message screen, anticipating and it is, it's from her.

     “U2 Brian…”

     I study the seven characters as if by staring at them they will somehow rearrange themselves to mean something more. They don’t and I can’t blame her, not after everything we’ve been through and then seeing me tonight with, of all people, Laurie.

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Claire White of Cedar County Iowa, snippet

June 1861

Cedar County Iowa

    

Nathan LaRue fears that the breakneck pace on the rough road is sorely testing the strength and wind of his chestnut gelding, because it is neither a pace nor a trek that the old plow horse has ever been asked to make before. Nearly dusk now and after half a day of toiling in the fields, old Buck, bless him, was giving him his all. Nate has no choice but to ask it of him, as Lizzie’s very life lay in the balance. He digs his heels into the horse’s sides again and lays the strop of his reins into Buck’s rump.

 “Yah! Get up there!”

 Leaving Lizzie alone in the house for even these few minutes could become her eternity, Nate knows, but if he can’t find help for her, he will lose her for sure. Plain bad luck that Doc Harper happens to be away at West Branch just now helping out with a new group of poor souls, but Doc always tries to be there to give medical care to any of those in need before they continue their escape along the underground railroad, hoping for a chance at freedom up North in Canada. Doc Harper wasn’t expected back for two more days and in the midst of a life and death struggle, Lizzie didn’t have two more days. Her only chance was for him to get to the neighbor's place and Claire White. If any other person could possibly save his young wife and their unborn child, it would be Missus White. He just prays that he will find her at home.

Love's Endurance, the sequel to Love's Vengeance, snippet

Somerset Bermuda 1689

    

       Timothy had his back turned as he tied Sebastian to a hitching post and smiled to himself, hearing the titter of giggles coming from behind him and just inside the house near the front door. It was, no doubt, Lizzie’s constant irritations and little sisters, eleven-year-old Clara, nine-year-old Esther and little five-year-old Ruth, jockeying for a spot to have a better view out of the window.

         “Esther, go tell Lizzie that Tim is here!” Clara ordered.

 “No you go! I want to see Tim!”

He watched the three, positioned at the window that edged the front door and waved at them with an amused smile, causing them to titter with excitement.

The door opened abruptly and all three girls spilled out onto the front porch to meet him and he was immediately hit with a gush of excited questions.

  “Tim, is it true that you are here to speak with father?” Clara exclaimed, hugging his hand to her cheek. “We overheard father talking with Lizzie. You are going to be married? Yes?”

  “Are you going to be our new uncle?” Ruthie piped up, tugging at his coattail with chubby little hands and gazing up at him, all wide-blue eyes and bouncing-brown curls.

   “Not uncle Ruthie, brother in law. He will be our new brother,” Clara corrected her little sister patiently.

   “Should I go find Lizzie?” Esther offered. “She was out in the backyard last I saw her.”

   “No Esther, let's just let Lizzie be, for the time being. Could you announce me to your father though?” he asked, laughing as he disentangled himself from Clara and Ruthie’s grips and then he lifted Ruthie into his arms, “And please girls, let me speak with him alone for a moment, will you? Can you find him and then run along for just a bit? You will be the first I speak with—after Lizzie, of course. Can you do that for me?”

They all entered the house en masse and just within Tim placed Ruth upon her own two feet.  

“Of course Tim,” Clara assured him. “Come along girls, let’s go and call father. Tim you wait in the parlor.” She gestured to the room off the front hall and then with a blur of matching blue gingham and bouncy brown curls, the three scampered off in search of their father.