Books by Dana Roquet

Into the Future      Out of the Past     Love's Vengeance
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  I ordered your first book and couldn't put it down...really. It was on my doorstep in the evening and I had it read by noon the next day. It was very engaging and I was compelled to move from chapter to chapter with no chance to take a break. I felt I knew the characters and missed them when I was through....I should have just ordered the second book at the same time!

You had a great idea to time travel back and be with the past generations. It is a fantasy of many people...and you followed it through. Thanks for living that dream so we can all experience it through your words!   Marilyn

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Out of the Past

Torie Mills was the first to admit she had issues-big time! She

was a successful romance author, who didn't know the first

thing about romance. Was in a dead end relationship with a

high-powered, emotionally unavailable man and that suited her

 just fine. But when she decided to pack up and move to small

town Iowa to find her roots and build a new life, she found

 much more than she ever dreamed possible.






 

Out of the Past~~A time travel adventure

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Torie Mills is beautiful, successful and a New York Times best-selling historical romance author. Determined to find some solace from her fast paced and demanding life, she decides to move to Mahaska County, Iowa—a mile outside of the tiny town of Fremont and into her great-great-grandparent’s old homestead. Her plan is to restore the property to its 1870 glory days.

She hires handsome, renovation expert Dave Cameron to do the work and together they bring the old Victorian house back to life. When Torie moves in, she discovers that restoring the house has opened a portal into the past. Time traveling each night to the Fremont of old, becomes her wonderful escape and her secret obsession.

When she and Dave become lovers, he gets swept into the travels as well—until they both realize, much too late, that there was evil in the past that would have been better left alone…

 

Into the Future Goodreads giveaway ends 9/15/2013

Just a few more days to enter to win a copy of Into the Future!!

The winners will also receive a paperback copy of book #1 Out of the Past, a $10.00 Amazon gift card and a special sneak-peek of Forevermore, book #3 of the Heritage Time Travel Romance Series. Goodreads link

 

Heritage Time Travel Romance Series

Out of the Past, Book #1
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Torie Mills is beautiful, successful and a New York Times best-selling historical romance author. Determined to find some solace from her fast paced and demanding life, she decides to move to Mahaska County, Iowa—a mile outside of the tiny town of Fremont and into her great great-grandparent’s old homestead. Her plan is to restore the property to its 1870 glory days.  

She hires handsome, renovation expert Dave Cameron to do the work and together they bring the old Victorian house back to life. When Torie moves in, she discovers that restoring the house has opened a portal into the past. Time traveling each night to the Fremont of old, becomes her wonderful escape and her secret obsession.  

When she and Dave become lovers, he gets swept into the travels as well—until they both realize, much too late, that there was evil in the past that would have been better left alone…

Into the Future, Book #2
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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 fairytale ending. 

Fast forward two years. 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 own.

 
While Torie searches desperately for the answers that will fix her fractured family and allow them the happily ever after they deserve, Dave struggles to hold on to 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.

OUT OF THE PAST Day 164 in Hourly Best Sellers TT Romance

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What would fictional characters do when they have a surprise visit by the real Jimmy Thomas? Find out. 

Out of the Past is enjoying day 164 spending time in the Top 100 Hourly Best-sellers lists on Amazon for Time Travel Romance. That is OVER 5 MONTHS!!


Torie Mills was the first to admit she had issues-big time! She was a successful romance author, who didn't know the first thing about romance. Was in a dead end relationship with a high-powered, emotionally unavailable man and that suited her just fine. But when she decided to pack up and move to small town Iowa to find her roots and build a new life, she found much more than she ever dreamed possible.

Out of the Past ~~ What would you do?

Out of the Past~~
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What would you do if you were able to meet all those people from generations ago, who helped to make you who you are today? Not only to meet them, but experience their stories as they live them, first hand. Would you want to? To be able to share in the warmth of their love and laughter but also endure the pain and sorrow, which  often overshadowed the joys. What if you knew how many days they would have to walk the earth, who they would fall in love with, how many children they would have and how many they would bury much too soon. Would you want to go back?

If you already knew how their stories will end, what would you do? Would you  listen a little more closely to what they had to say?  Hold on a little longer to that unexpected warm hug? Drink in the sound of their voices and look a little deeper into their Technicolor eyes, which have always been only flat-gray in your families dusty old photo albums?

For Torie Mills the answer is yes, she will take it all and she will cherish every moment.

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Out of the Past~~little touches of reality

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I wanted to give my story a sense of reality. I live in Iowa and because the book is contemporary and is set in Iowa, I wanted to give shout-outs to many local people and places. Tracey Garvis Graves is just one of many real people referenced who add interesting moments of 'reality' to a fictional story.

Even the music choices are shout-outs to some of my favorite artists and their music. The song references of Out of the Past were important to me and are not random. I wanted those song references to help set the scenes.

World famous cover model Jimmy Thomas (the model on the cover of both of my books) graciously agreed to be in the book.

Dreamcatchers Equine Rescue outside Colorado Springs also allowed the characters to inhabit their REAL ranch and mixing the real people with fictional characters was a blast. Mixing the real, with Torie and her fictional party of characters, will continue in the rest of the series.

Out of the Past~~one of Torie's Travels

Out of the Past~~one of Torie's Travels

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Torie travels to 1891 and inhabits the body of her great-grandaunt Mahala Wyman

                                            

 Dr. Jacob Krout and family

 

      

     The times in Grandma Rose’s house were always special. I was just blown away, walking through the rooms, preparing and having meals with the family, evenings sitting outside in warm weather and all the family talking about their days as well as news from town. Watching it all unfold as they carved out their place in Fremont during a century and a half of living.

     But then one warp—the fun ended, and it got a little too real. I had no mirror, but by looking at the young, un-marred skin of my hands and the dark-brown locks that hung over my chest, I knew. I was my great-grandaunt Mahala Wyman who shared a headstone with Judson and Rose. She died at twenty-one of heart failure, known as dropsy back then.

     I warped in, arriving in the back bedroom, facing the barn. I was in bed, and my pillows propped me up so I could see out the window. It was the same window that I had a photograph of with the barn and draft team. That was my other clue. I knew from other times there, that this was Mahala’s bedroom.

     This was also very unsettling. This was what my mom had died of six years ago. I knew now part of what my mom had endured. I felt ill. I could feel the illness in my body. I was weak and dizzy. I was in a long-sleeved cotton nightgown with blue blossoms and I was bedridden. Although I was covered only with a light sheet, my legs felt heavy and immovable, as if a heavy comforter or something was over them. The air was cool. I could hear birds singing outside. A light breeze ruffled the curtains at the window.

      I seemed to observe all this in a split second because then I became aware of the weight, as a person sat down beside me and I looked over to see a man dressed in a black suit. He put a stethoscope in his ears, unbuttoned my gown and placed the disc over my chest, listening to my heart. He was Dr. Jacob Krout. He had been the doctor in Fremont for more than forty-three years. He looked young, and was probably in his early thirties. I had seen several photographs of him which people had added to his online memorial. He was buried in Cedar with his family. His wife Mary Alice was a Dinsmore.

      He quietly listened to my heart as I studied his kind face.

      “Take a deep breath Mahala,” he requested. “And another. Good.” He smiled kindly at me and buttoned my gown. “I will be making the rounds to see your sister Ivy when I leave here. She and Joshua are sure looking forward to that little one. I don’t think I have ever seen a couple more anxious for a child.”

      The doctor looked from me, to some point at my left and I became aware that someone was holding my hand. My great-great-grandma Rose was sitting beside me, in a chair.

      “We are all looking forward to that new grand baby,” Rose said, patting my hand. “I think Mahala more than anyone. How is your family, Dr. Krout? Mary Alice and little Erma,”

      “Everyone is just fine. Erma will be going on ten years next month.”

      The doctor looked back to me and smiled. “I will stop again tomorrow.” He assured, rising and taking his stethoscope from his neck to place it into his medical bag on the floor beside him.

      “I’ll see you out, Doctor,” Rose offered.

      “I can see myself out, Rose.” He patted her shoulder and walked to the door. “Until tomorrow,”

      Rose turned her attention back to me as the bedroom door closed softy and I noticed she had a bible open in her lap. She began reading to me from some chapter. I have no idea what chapter it was. The good book wasn’t one of those on my book shelf. I hadn’t cracked a bible since I was confirmed at thirteen years old. Rose finished the passage and then lifted my hand and kissed the back gently.

      “Mahala, you are the light of my life, sweetheart. I want you to know that. I love you so much. We will read and pray every day until you are well. I have faith in God. You need to have faith and believe.”

     “I will, Mother. Mother, what day is it?”

     “Friday, April 10.”

     “What year?”

     She looked at me as though fearing I was having a fit or something. She touched my forehead gently, searching for fever. I was almost certain I knew the year because the doctor mentioned Ivy being anxious to deliver Katie, but I just wanted it confirmed.

     “Eighteen ninety-one, sweet,”

     Mahala Wyman died on April 11, 1891