Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Lost Mata Hari Ring by Elyse Douglas


Do you love a good time travel novel, if so, then you need to read this 368-page novel, The Lost Mata Hari Ring by Elyse Douglas? This novel was published in May of 2018 by Broad back.

About the Authors

This amazing book is written by a wife and husband team, Elyse Parmentier and Douglas Pennington. They live in New York City where they pen their novels.

Plot Summary

Actress, singer and dancer, Trace Rutland, has been plagued by childhood, nightmares about a tragic past. She has trouble functioning in her everyday life which is why she went to see a hypnotherapist. It is there that she reveals her past life as Mata Hari and what happened to her in 1917 during World War I.
Trace goes to visit a wealthy man who has a Mata Hari collection. It is there that she sees the ring and is compelled to put it on. When she slides the ring on, she ends up in the home of Mata Hari on June 28, 1916. There she meets herself from the past. Can she change the past? Or if she does, will it change the future?
It is there in the past that she meets and falls in love with Captain Edward Kenyon Bishop, a pilot for Britain. Dare she tell Edward, who she is? In the midst of war, danger and espionage, love blossoms which ends up them being married. Can she save herself from the past, will she be able to see her daughter and can she return to her world?
Trace doesn't know why she is there but she is compelled to see her daughter, Nonnie from the past. What will happen when she is accused of being a spy and thrown into a women's prison? Who will rescue her? Will she survive in this world? Will love last forever? Read the book to find out.

Other Books Written By the Authors

If you enjoyed this book then try their other novels:
* The Summer Letters
* The Other Side of Summer
* The Christmas Diary
* The Christmas Women
* Christmas for Juliet
* Christmas Ever After
* The Christmas Town, a Time Travel Book
* The Christmas Eve Letter, Book 1, a Time Travel Book
* The Christmas Eve Secret, Book 2, a Time Travel Book

My thoughts

This is the first book that I have read from Elyse Douglas. I am so glad that I read it. This book captivated me from the beginning. It was hard to put it down. It has the elements that I love to read about. Personally, I don't believe in time travel or past lives but finding out how Trace reconciles herself as Mata Hari was intriguing.

Recommendations

I just finished this book and I would definitely recommend this book. I firmly believe that if you love novels that include history, time travel, danger, espionage, historical romance then this is the book for you. This book has a little bit of everything to interest readers.








This is an excerpt from the book:


Sunday was a washed and shining morning.  After breakfast on the patio, Trace and Edward walked in the sunshine across the spreading green grass, looking off into the soft blue distances.  
“Won’t you please come back with me tomorrow, Trace?  Won’t you please stay in Paris?  I’ll take care of you.  I’ll take care of everything.  I’ll give you anything you want.”
“No, Edward.  I’ve decided to stay here.  I don’t know anyone in Paris and I don’t even know you.  We’ve just met.”
“No, we haven’t, Miss Rutland.  You and I have known each other before somewhere.  Sometime.  Perhaps on this earth or perhaps in some kind of a dream.  I don’t know, and I don’t care, but I’m sure of it.”
“And I’m sure that you’re a total romantic.  Anyway, I’m not going to Paris to live in a hotel.”
“But it’s a beautiful hotel, and it will be easier for us to see each other.  Don’t you see?  Vadime and I will be flying near Vittel, not so far from Paris.  It’s a resort area, but there’s an airbase nearby.  I can get away sometimes and meet you in Paris.”
Trace sought to change the subject.  “When did you start flying, Edward?”
He placed his hands on his hips.  “Are you deliberately trying to change the subject, Trace?”
“Yes, Edward, but I still would like to know.”
Resigned, he gave a little shake of his head.  “I received my wings in May of this year.  I joined the 13th Squadron RFC in France, and I flew reconnaissance missions before I was posted to the 11th Squadron, a fighter unit.  There you have it.”
“And what kind of airplane do you fly?”
“Does that really interest you, Trace?  I don’t know any woman who gives a good tinker’s damn about what sort of airplane I fly.”
“Does Miss Pemberton give a tinker’s damn about what airplane you fly?”
“Are you jealous of Miss Pemberton?” Edward asked, a hint of a smile forming.  “I hope you are.  Please say that you are.”
“I’ll bet you’re not quite as forward with Miss Pemberton as you are with me, Captain Edward Bishop.”
“And you would be right.  When I am around you, I have great difficulty keeping my eager hands and my thirsty lips off you, Miss Rutland.  I will tell you truthfully—though you may not believe me—that I have never felt quite so anxious, nervous and bold around any woman, until now.  Until I met you.”
“And when you’re around Miss Pemberton, Captain Bishop?  Do you feel the same about her?”
Edward’s features brightened.  “Then you are jealous of Miss Pemberton,” he concluded with a broad, sunny smile.  “How delightful.  How splendid.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He turned playful, giving her a teasing smile.  “And what question was that?” he said, searching the sky. “Now, let me see.  Oh yes, what air machine do I fly?  That was it, wasn’t it?”
“You know it was.”
He lowered his gaze on her, a humorous glint in his eye.  “Well, if you must know, it’s a Nieuport 1, with a Lewis gun mounted on the upper wing.”
“Oh, well, a Lewis gun.  I’m quite speechless, Captain Bishop, not that I know what a Lewis gun is.”
He became animated, acting out his words. “Now picture this, Trace.  When you attack an enemy airplane, you must have finesse.  You must be tender, yet fully engaged.  Do you understand?  You see, I, personally, get below and behind the thing, and when it feels just right, I fire my Lewis machine gun, which is a .303 caliber weapon, upward, into the enemy’s underside.  It is quite effective.”
Trace felt the rise of sexual heat.  She knew he was being boldly suggestive, but she didn’t mind.  She found it a delicious turn-on.  Trace’s rational mind told her that the last thing she needed—at least for now—was to fall into a hot, sexy affair with Captain Edward Bishop, although her body was crying out for it.  
And then Edward moved in close to her, and she caught her breath.  Was he going to kiss her again?  She hoped so.
Edward looked deeply into Trace’s eyes, the sunlight bright and bold on her face and hair.  He saw a dark-blue rim around her iris, and a blend of pale blue and white rays inside the iris.
He sighed out his words.  “My dear Miss Rutland, you do me in, absolutely.” 
A minute later, he drew back, as if startled.  “Are you betrothed to anyone?  Not married, I know.  But are you betrothed?”
Trace laughed at his formal choice of word.  “Betrothed?”
“Yes?  Are you?  Tell me you’re not.  Please tell me you are not.”
“But you are, Edward… that is, betrothed to Miss Pemberton.”
“Not that again,” he answered, petulantly, throwing up his hands in frustration.  “Why do you keep bringing that woman up?”
“That woman?” Trace said, batting her eyes, mockingly.  “Why Edward, Captain Bishop, may I remind you that you are, after all, betrothed to her.”



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