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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Out of the Past

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AN AMAZING STORY~~I was looking for a really good book, the kind you just can't put down. This was the one! You can't help but love the characters (with one exception as you'll see). I was moved to tears several times, elated at other times. It was just an awesome book with an interesting storyline, and as I said characters you came to know and care for. I can't wait to start the next book in the series.

GRIPPING. COULDN’T PUT IT DOWN~~A unique mix of time travel and romance. Not what you typically find in this genre. Very well written and enthralling right to the end.

NEW WAY TO TRAVEL…LOVED IT!~~Since reading my first book in the time travel genre I have been an avid fan. This book just reinforced that opinion. It is different from any other book I've read (so far)...and I loved it! In this book rather than the protagonist finding themselves traveling through time by one means or another and remaining there, Torie (protagonist)finds herself warping back and forth between the past and present. Not only that, it is different each time. Loved this idea. Add to this a the dreamy Dave who is helping to restore Torie's home and I was anxiously waiting my "reading" time each evening. I've never read the author before, but I will definitely be reading the next book in this series. I enjoyed the story and her writing. I recommend the book, especially to lovers of the time travel genre, however I feel that almost anyone would enjoy it.

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Out of the Past-Johnnie Baitsell

     I noticed at that moment the young pre-teen boy sitting off to the side behind the counter with his arms folded across his chest, trying not to show his amusement at the situation playing out before him as a smile warred for control of his expressive, homely face. He was the store owner’s son, Johnnie Baitsell and I recognized him easily and had a lump in my throat as I goggled at him in amazement.

    Johnnie Baitsell is buried in the Cedar Township cemetery in Fremont and I’d had the single most exasperating time trying to locate his grave. I knew that he had to be buried there because I’d found his name on the list from the WPA grave registration survey. That survey was conducted in the 1930’s when the government, in an effort to create jobs for citizens during the Great Depression, had hired people to, among other things, walk the cemeteries and record the headstone information for every person buried in Iowa. That information, by the way, has become an invaluable resource for genealogy buffs like me. 

     I had doggedly kept searching the cemetery for Johnnie every time I came to work on my research but always to no avail. Then one day on impulse I squeezed around behind his parents headstone which is on the furthest east edge of the cemetery in the very last row of graves and up against the barbed wire fencing that butts up right against the woods, and low and behold there on the backside of his parent’s headstone was Johnnie’s information, along with that of his half-brother and baby sister who had also been on my list of graves that were MIA.

     Johnnie died when he was fifteen years old, from consumption which is the name for the end stage of tuberculosis, far away from his home in Iowa, down in Texas, where his mother had taken him for the warmer climate in hopes of restoring his health. I have his obituary which describes how he and his mother had decided to come home to Iowa but his doctor had advised and persuaded them to remain in Texas for just one more week. They’d agreed and only four days later Johnnie had died, cradled in his mothers’ arms and he never got to lay his eyes on his home or his family again. His last words as his mother held him close were, “Praise God.” His mother had returned by train a few days later bringing his coffined body home to his eternal rest at Cedar Township Cemetery. His story has always stayed with me because it was so very sad but also because of another strange twist and an amazing story in itself.

     I know that the boy I am looking at right now is Johnnie Baitsell because I have his portrait and it came about in a very peculiar way. There’s a man who lives out in California and at almost the exact same time that I was finally discovering Johnnie’s grave in Iowa, this man had been browsing for collectables at a flea market. At a booth selling old original tintypes, the image of a well-dressed homely boy with slightly too big ears had caught his eye and totally piqued his interest when he’d turned the tintype over and found scrawled across the back the words “Johnnie Baitsell, Mahaska County.” Thinking that he could perhaps do some investigating and discover the story behind it, he’d purchased the tintype and in a short amount of time he’d come upon the online memorial for him and added the portrait.

     The coincidences of me finding Johnnie’s grave and the man finding his photograph in California almost simultaneously more than a century after he’d passed away and now this, seeing him here alive before my very eyes; gave me a rush of goose flesh up my arms and the hair prickled at the nape of my neck. This is a meeting that I will forever treasure and an amazing alignment of the fates.

Johnnie’s father motioned to him now, and he jumped nimbly down from the stool he’d been perched upon and came around the counter.

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Into the Future-excerpt

   Into the Future, Book #2 

in the time travel adventure of Torie and Dave

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    March 1883

      As the bedroom door silently gave and opened further, I saw that there was a boy standing at the large window, looking out into the backyard. He turned with a start as I tapped lightly on the door and entered. I looked into his eyes, expecting that I was going to need to pull out what little knowledge I had of Ivy’s future husband Joshua McFall. At the very least we were probably classmates at Fremont high school currently. Or we might already be flirting with romantic ideas of each other.

     I wasn’t getting a sense internally from Ivy of what she was feeling for this handsome young boy at this point in her life. I did know that about six years from now, she would become his wife and she would be passionately in love with him. I knew that he would be a wonderful husband and new father and he would die tragically and all alone out in the middle of a corn field, after just two short years of married bliss. His body would be found suspended on the strands of barbed wire and the gun which had accidentally discharged as he climbed over the fence, would be found lying nearby.

     I smiled at him now and planned to begin with offering him my condolences for the loss of his grandfather. I knew that at the very least, he would expect that much familiarity at this point in time. Instead he lowered his eyes avoiding mine and turned to briefly look at the top of a chest of drawers against the far wall as if in search of something before turning abruptly for the door.

     “I’m sorry I was just looking for…” his voice trailed off and he didn’t even attempt to finish the thin excuse as he started around me, heading out. Typical, I thought, he always did suck at trying to fit in. I grabbed him by the lapel of his suit coat and pushed the door closed and then slammed him against the wall. 

     “Are you kidding me? Dave?” I hissed.

     “Torie?” Dave squeaked as his young teenaged voice cracked.

     “Oh my God! Dave. Jesus! If you're here then that means that Rose Lynn is in our house in Fremont all by herself! How long have you been here?” I demanded as I clutched at his shirt front and shook him.

     “I’ve been here since early morning. Way before the funeral services at the Methodist church in town. We all came from there to the cemetery.”

     “Oh, Dave! That means that Rose Lynn has been alone for hours!” I shrieked.

     “Torie! Calm down. Be quiet!” he ordered.

     “Oh god! Oh my god! My poor little baby!” I felt like I was going to puke. I bent over and held my stomach as I dry heaved.

     “Torie, you need to calm down,” he said as he leaned over and put an arm around my shoulders, trying to soothe me. I used my whole body to push him away from me forcefully and he stumbled back against the wall.

     “Goddamn it, Torie! I am not your enemy! You think I did this on purpose or have any more control over this shit than you do?” he snarled, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up straight. He turned me to pin me against the wall as he shook me gently. “Please calm down, honey!”

     “Dave, our eighteen-month-old baby is all alone in our house more than a hundred years in the future. She has likely been alone for hours and hours already and who knows how much longer we will be stuck here,” I cried.

     He pulled me into his arms and against his chest. He wouldn’t let me push him away this time. He just held me as I beat against his chest with my closed fists and he let me, until I had gotten all my hysteria out and I finally put my arms around his shoulders, hugging him desperately, burying my face in his throat.

    “Torie,” he said. “We need to be calm and try to think of some way to end this,” he whispered gently into my ear. He cradled the back of my head with his hand as he held me tight.

     “There is no way out,” I croaked against his throat. “We’re trapped here.”

     There was a hesitant rap at the door and we both stopped breathing and held perfectly still, hoping whoever was there would move on. The door creaked open and then Mahala peeked around the edge of the door to find us, in what probably looked to be a passionate embrace, as we were plastered against the wall.

     “Ivy? I thought I heard you. Are you okay? It sounded like you were upset…”

     She averted her eyes, obviously giving us a moment to retreat from each other. I quickly pushed free of Dave and then wiped my eyes on my dress sleeve. I looked into Joshua’s pained, confused eyes.

     “I'm sorry for the loss of your grandfather, Joshua,” I whispered softly. As always, like before when we warped together, trying to provide him with the information he needed to attempt to at least try and fit in.

      I grasped Mahala’s hand, quickly leaving the room without a backward glance.