We’re all about Time Travel!

Next month, we’re releasing The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum by David McLain. More on that here.

But, if you haven’t picked up one of Sharon Ledwith’s Last Timekeepers books yet, this is your last chance to pick them up while they are still ON SALE this October. You have until Monday to head to our store, select which Timekeeper tale you want and punch in the promo code: FEATURE at check out to get $3.oo OFF. What are you waiting for? Go! http://www.mirror-world-publishing.myshopify.com 

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To help you decide, here’s an excerpt from our newest release, The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret, book 2 in The Last Timekeepers Time Travel Series by Sharon Ledwith.

Laughter from across the field infiltrated his thoughts. Jordan glanced up to see a group of boys tossing a football back and forth. On the scoreboard above a new set of bleachers sat a turkey vulture, perusing the green. It spread its wings, stretching them to welcome the sun, and then took off into the sky toward the line of tall trees. Jordan turned his attention back to the acorn. It’s still hard to believe time travel is even possible. He plucked up the acorn and stood. He let it roll around on his palm. “Guess you can’t imagine being a mighty oak a hundred years from now, can you?”

Jordan grunted. He was wasting too much time with trivial thoughts. He tossed the acorn aside, set his jaw, and then squatted between the white lines on the green track. A large, light blue stone on the end of a copper-colored necklace around Jordan’s neck rolled out from under his T-shirt and clipped him under his chin, reminding him once again of his responsibilities as a Timekeeper.  His necklace was the same as those worn by the rest of the Timekeepers. Lilith called them Babel necklaces. They allowed the wearer to communicate in any language and also conveniently let Lilith summon the Timekeepers to the Arch of Atlantis when she needed them for a mission.

Jordan stuffed his Babel back underneath his shirt. He looked forward and cleared his mind. Immediately, Coach clicked on in his head. You have what it takes inside of you to remove any barriers that will confront you.

Jordan nodded. The voice he had dubbed Coach had always been a part of him, and there for him, ever since he could remember. In a way, Coach was his form of discipline, personal trainer and mentor wrapped into one. It was probably also the reason he was so awesome at sports. Jordan  listened and focused before making his play.

“Got it, Coach,” Jordan said aloud. Then he did a mental count. Ready, set—

“Who ya talking to, Jockstrap?”

Jordan stumbled. He shook his head and looked up. Amanda Sault was standing on the sideline, close to the bleachers, her brown eyes staring at him. He’d been tagged ‘Jockstrap’ by Amanda ever since their first Timekeeper mission.

He sighed heavily and waved her off. “No one. I was just giving myself a pep talk.”

“If you say so—” Amanda stifled a giggle “—Coach.”

Jordan’s ears burned. He stood, brushed his blue track pants off, and pulled down his white T-shirt printed with White Pines’ wolf logo. “What are you doing here?”

“I was taking a shortcut through the field,” she replied, shrugging. “Is that a crime?”

Jordan opened his mouth, but was abruptly cut off by Amanda squealing, “OMG! What a beautiful acorn!” She picked it up. “I’ve never seen one this big before.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “It’s an acorn. Get over yourself.”

Amanda scowled. “Don’t you ever notice the beauty nature has to offer?”

He shrugged. “Only when I’m running, sliding, or tackling across it.”

“My grandmother taught me a lot about the signs and symbols of nature over the summer when I was staying with her at the reservation and this”—she held up the acorn— “is a sign of great self-potential.”

“Then you keep it.” Jordan smirked. “You’re gonna need all the help you can get with your grades this year.”

Amanda’s eyes widened. Her long, chestnut hair was pulled back into a single braid as usual, but there was something different about her. Jordan couldn’t immediately figure it out. She wore faded jeans and a pink T-shirt underneath a jean jacket with deep pockets and her blue nylon knapsack was slung over one shoulder. Her Babel necklace was partially visible around her neck, but like his, the rest of it remained hidden. A pair of brand-name running shoes—white with pink laces—caught his eye. That’s it! Jordan nodded. It’s gotta be the new shoes.

Amanda stuffed the acorn in her pocket, then advanced on Jordan. She poked him in the stomach. “What’s your problem, Jockstrap? Three weeks into school and barely a ‘hi’ comes out of your mouth when we see each other in the hallways or in class. Have you forgotten that we’re Timekeepers together?”

How could I forget? Jordan snorted. “My world doesn’t revolve around you or the others,” he replied, rubbing his belly. “Besides, I’ve been too busy playing—” He stopped. Now Jordan knew what was different about Amanda. “Are…are you wearing make-up?”

Amanda’s bronze skin deepened to a reddish hue. “Um, yeah. So?”

Jordan laughed. “Who is he?”

Amanda frowned. “Who is who?”

“The guy you’re wearing make-up for,” Jordan replied. “Oh wait, is it that geek in English class? Or, I know, the dork in math class, the one who keeps helping you out.”

Amanda shoved him. “I’m wearing it for me! It was a gift from Treena for my birthday. You know, the other day, when Melody invited you over for cake?”

Jordan’s jaw dropped. “That was for your birthday? Oh, um, sorry Amanda, but I…I had football practice. I couldn’t ditch that.”

“And I thought you were a team player,” she said, stepping back. “It’s all about you, Jordan. That’s your life motto. That’s who your world revolves around. You could have shown your face after football practice.”

“Whoa, that’s not fair,” he replied, raking his fingers through his tawny hair. “I have obligations. I have responsibilities. You don’t get it.”

Thanks for reading! If you want to keep going, pick up this book in our store, or wherever you buy books, like Amazon.com 

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