Glimpse of Never-Ending Love is the story of Catharine, the girl who switched places and identities with Kacy, the heroine in my first book, Glimpse of Eternity.

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Here's a quote from Eden Robins, best selling author of "All Our Tomorrows."

"I like the intimate feel of this story. The heartfelt attraction between Catharine and Tyler is perfect".

Born in 1837, Catharine is brought forward in time so Kacy can return to the past and the man she has loved for eternity. Having left the past to get away from her step-papa, Catharine is now pursued by a man at work who refuses to believe she isn't interested in him. Fourteen months after her arrival in the twenty-first century, Catharine turns to Tyler, Jennifer's cousin, who has now gone back in time, in my second story, Glimpse of Forever.

Although Catharine is drawn to Tyler and believes she has known and loved him in prior lives, she fears intimacy because of a childhood incident she has blocked from her mind. Ty has the same conviction about knowing each other in previous lives and tries to convince Catharine to marry him.

Will their never-ending love find fulfillment?

Cherie Lee, Associate Editor for Sun Life Magazine says:

"In Book III of her " Glimpse Of" Series, Evanell penned a wonderful and delightful tale to show us Catharine and Tyler's romance. Fairy Fey and guardian angel Rey add touches of magic. Extra spice for this paranormal story comes from time travel and a villain. From beginning to end, this tale entertains.

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CHAPTER ONE

Catharine clutched the telephone with both hands. Her stomach knotted sickeningly as Dillon McKenzie, a pompous, troublesome co-worker growled, "I'll be there in a few minutes. I won't be put off any longer. Tonight I intend to sleep with you, whether you're willing or not. And if you don't open the door, I'll find a way to break in."

The tiny hairs on the back of Catharine's neck stood on end, piercing her tender skin like sharp pinpricks. She slammed the phone down, grabbed her navy backpack, and dashed out of the small Denver house she had lived in since coming to the twenty-first century. Grateful she still had her coat on, she tore down the snowy sidewalk as though the devil himself pursued her.

She didn't have many friends and could only think of one place to go. To Tyler's apartment. Tyler was Jennifer's cousin, and Jennifer had said Tyler would help if Catharine ever needed help. And tonight she definitely felt needy.

With her heart pounding as loud as the overhead thunder, she raced against the fierce February wind, hoping she wouldn't fall, praying Dillon wouldn't find her and force her into his car.

At the corner of Humboldt and Evans, she stopped to catch her breath. Bitter bile marched up her throat. She jammed her gloved hand against her mouth and willed the awful taste back down. She had left England because her step-papa had threatened to have his way with her. What was wrong with men? Why couldn't they take no for an answer?

Shaken by those memories and terrified of Dillon's threat, Catharine shivered in the cold, doing her level best not to slip and fall on the treacherous unshoveled footpath as she continued to the bus stop.

While she waited for the bus, she sucked in huge gulps of cold, exhaust-fumed air. In spite of the snow-packed roads, traffic whizzed by. Thankfully she didn't see Dillon's black sporty car among them. His threats made her skin crawl, but being out alone at night frightened her too.

The bus finally arrived. Relieved, Catharine scurried off the curb. Pain shot up her right leg as she twisted her foot. All that running and she hadn't fallen. Now, like a ninny, she'd crimped her ankle. She nearly buckled, but someone behind grabbed her arm.

"No," she wailed, trying to jerk free, but failing and slamming her shin against the bus step.

"I only want to help you board the bus," said a stocky elderly man, who reminded Catharine of Rey, the guardian angel who had brought her to the United States two years ago. "You might have sprained your ankle."

"Thank you," she mumbled, choking back the sudden urge to cry.

With her leg throbbing painfully, Catharine climbed the steps and displayed her monthly bus pass. After the driver nodded, Catharine limped to a seat and plopped down. Heaving a silent sigh, she set her backpack down and bent over to inspect her ankle. Not only did it hurt like holy heck, her shin burned as though the bones had caught fire.

The bus turned a corner. She braced herself against the wheels sliding on the icy road. When that didn't happen, she unclenched her hands and tried to relax.

To reach Tyler's apartment near Cheeseman Park, she needed a transfer. With a grimace, she collected her backpack, limped back up the aisle and forced herself to talk to the bus driver. It took a lot of courage, though. She hated speaking to strange men.

Three quarters of an hour later Catharine reached Tyler's apartment building and mimicked what she had seen Jennifer do; waited for a lady to insert her security card, then followed her inside to the twin elevators at the far end of the lobby.

On Tyler's floor, Catharine slipped her two-inch high heels off. With her feet flat, some of the pain in her ankle eased. The new maroon hall carpet smelled pleasant, and the plush tufted yarn caressed her feet as she stuffed her shoes in her backpack and hobbled to Tyler's door.

Then her nerve faltered. What if he wasn't home? Or if he were, he might not be alone. Perhaps she should have called. But she didn't have a cell phone. Truth be told, until this very moment, she hadn't ever felt a need for one.

Despite being worried about Tyler's reaction, Catharine summoned her courage. Her heart pounded madly as she rang the doorbell. Although she felt foolish and embarrassed, her throbbing foot hurt too much to retrace her steps. Besides that, she didn't have anyone else to turn to.

The door opened. She glanced up. Tyler, as tall dark and handsome as any man she had ever seen, smiled down at her from his six feet height. Tongue-tied, she tried to speak, to explain why she had come. But words failed her. All she could do was stare.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his gray-green eyes filling with concern.

Catharine knew she should say something, but the words she'd silently rehearsed vanished. Had she made a mistake by coming here? Presumed too much? Jennifer had assured her she needn't fear Tyler. He would never harm her. Why then was her heart pounding at a terrible speed?

No matter how many deep breaths Catharine took, her heart continued to thump. Most men made her heart race, but always in fear. Yet with Tyler it raced for an entirely different reason. No other man had ever made her feel this way--wary, excited and frightened all at the same time. Why did he wield such power?

She drew in another deep breath. The expression on Tyler's handsome face was one of welcome. She unclenched her fists. Tyler's looks weren't his only asset. In a peculiar way she felt as though she'd always known him and would miss him if he ceased to be a part of her life. Still, she had kept him at arm's length, so they didn't know each other very well.

Finally, after a silence that lasted an embarrassingly long time, she managed to blurt, "I'm afraid."

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