When Lindsay Whitman, who lives in modern day Washington State, meets Nate Bradley; a veil to another time seems to lift. Lindsay is instantly attracted to Nate, but that attraction is secondary to an intrigue she feels because she has visions of someone else's past nearly every time she sees him.
It isn’t very long before Lindsay realizes there is a connection between herself, Nate, and her visions. She is seeing the life of a person who was once very real, Elaine “Lainey” White.
Elaine is a teenager who lives in Tennessee during WWII, and she has a very tragic tale. She and her childhood love, Sam, have an ill-fated love story. Elaine loved Sam with her whole heart for all of her youth. When WWII breaks out, Sam is instantly compelled to serve his country. Elaine hates having Sam leave to go to war, but she loves him for the person he has to be in order to make that commitment.
Lindsay sees all of these things happen in out-of-sequence flashbacks. In one of the flashbacks she realizes that Sam looks almost exactly like Nate. She tries not to let the visions influence her feelings for Nate, but she isn’t able to completely separate them. In a dream she finds that Elaine looks hauntingly like her. She comes to wonder why she is having the visions and if there is a message for her in them.
After awhile Nate confesses to having visions of Sam and Elaine as well. Lindsay and Nate bond over their unique circumstances, but young love being what it is, Nate and Lindsay eventually face obstacles of their own.
Will they be able to be Elaine and Sam’s second chance or will real life take its toll on both couples?
My name is Jamie Proctor. I am a thirty-three year old Office Manager, wife, mother, self-published author, and veteran of the U.S. Air Force. Currently, I live near Columbia, South Carolina.
I was born in Ancon, Panama because I was a military dependent. I lived there for my first two years, and then we moved to Yakima, Washington. We moved around a lot when I was young, and lived in Virginia Beach, Virginia; Greeneville, Mississippi; and even South Korea. Yakima was always home base, until I was a Junior in high school, and we moved to Kennewick, Washington.
I graduated from high school in Kennewick and I joined the Air Force the following year. I was stationed in northern California at Travis Air Force Base. I worked grave-shift in a cargo warehouse for my first two years. During that time, I met my husband. We were married two weeks before 9/11. A hectic time in our lives started when those towers fell, as it did for many military families.
My husband went overseas soon after, and in the years that followed he was gone more than he was home. During that time, we had two children. Our son, Tristan, was first and then our daughter, Laney, two years later. I got out of the Air Force when Tristan was a year old because we wanted someone to be a constant presence in his life. It was good that I did, because when he was three he was diagnosed with Autism. Parenting a special needs child has been a very challenging and very rewarding job. Today, he is thirteen, and his diagnosis is officially Asperger’s Syndrome. He is in a mainstream classroom, about to start middle school in the Fall. Laney is a typically developing eleven-year-old, and that comes with all of the drama of young girls. During our time as a military family, we lived in California, Washington, and Virginia, although my husband saw much much more of the world.
In November 2012, after twenty years of service, and eleven years of marriage, my husband retired from the Air Force. We decided to move to his hometown of Mountain Grove, Missouri because his mother had just passed away, and we wanted to be there for the rest of the family. We figured out how important it was to have family ties, although, we have made many friends in the military whom we’ve adopted as family.
It was there that I began writing my first novel at the suggestion of my husband. It took me nine months to get it where it is today, and I’m sure I will always be improving it in my head. In the time I was writing we also opened a coffee shop. Mountain Grove is a small town and did not have one. I found myself wishing I could stop for coffee after dropping my kids off at school, but found myself making my own instead. After some market research, we decided to invest in a small coffee business. I had some knowledge because my mom and uncle ran a small coffee kiosk when I was younger. My mom helped us get up and running and we are successful after less than a year.
After making it successful, we decided we needed something more challenging. So, we picked up and moved to South Carolina. Currently, my husband is working in an accounting firm and I am managing an office in the field of security. It is a demanding job, but I wouldn't have it any other way.