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    Three Years Lost: Johnny Smythe, #2
    Three Years Lost: Johnny Smythe, #2
    Three Years Lost: Johnny Smythe, #2
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    Three Years Lost: Johnny Smythe, #2

    By Megan Fatheree

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    Elle's world collapsed when Johnny left her in Venice, 1740. Her trust shattered when he didn't return until 1743. Old friends and new alike are thrown into crisis after Johnny's resurgence.

     

    Now that Elle has built a new life for herself, will it be easy to forgive? When she finds herself in the middle of disaster, will she be able to trust Johnny to save her...

     

    Again?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMegan Fatheree
    Release dateFeb 5, 2022
    ISBN9798201742430
    Three Years Lost: Johnny Smythe, #2
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    Megan Fatheree

    Megan wants to live in a world where reading makes you skinny, shoes and shiny things are affordable, and chivalrous romance is the norm. Illinois is her home and adventure is her kryptonite. Homeschool allowed her to find adventure through books, and she loved those books so much she knew she had to write them. Ever since that day, she has been honing the craft and finding her voice. Join her on her journey through this crazy life of a writer.

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      Book preview

      Three Years Lost - Megan Fatheree

      Dedication

      To Auntie: Happy Birthday and I hope you truly enjoy this sequel. Hope the suspense wasn't too much with the last ending. I love you bunches and bunches!

      0:1

      Forgot to turn on the parking brake. Wait here. Johnny jogged back to the machine and slid through the still-open door.

      The whirring didn't stop, it only got louder. She studied the city of Venice and imagined its new-born beauty. It would be amazing to see it while it was still new.

      The whirring reached a crescendo, and she turned to look. It faded, slowly at first, then faster. Elle lunged for it, but her hand passed through the matter that was only half there. The noise died away. Everything was gone. The Converger. Johnny.

      She was alone.

      A scream ripped from her throat.

      Elle woke, the same scream barreling through the corners of the room, and dropped her head forward into her open palms. She couldn't believe he had lied to her. Refused to believe he had dumped her here and run off on his own. It had been a mistake to ask him about his alleged criminal history.

      She checked the light sky outside the window and flung the blankets off her legs. She would never get back to sleep after that. She never could.

      She settled the chain around her neck after she got dressed, as always. Ran her finger over the ridges and indentations that marked the pendant's circular perimeter. She shook her head to clear the pessimistic thoughts and found her way down the enormous staircase to the kitchen.

      "Buongiorno," The cook greeted her with a smile.

      Elle stopped to think. "Oh. Um. Buongiorno." She settled in at the table and picked at the food the cook set before her. Nothing sounded good, but she couldn't disappoint her new found friend.

      Her trip outside the city would have to wait.

      - - -

      Johnny pulled another dial on The Converger's console and leaned both his arms—and his full weight—against the side of the counter. "Please, please just do as I ask. This is becoming tiresome."

      A light flickered and something dinged.

      It was worth one more go, so he pulled the lever once more. The Converger purred, then shut down again.

      I am very cross with you. Johnny pointed a finger at nothing in particular and groaned. Now, we've been at this for longer than I'd like, and I would like you to do as I ask.

      He took his time resetting the ignition. His hand-held scanner beeped and the red light flashed. He ignored it. A blue light at the top of the console did the same thing. He recognized it as the voice interface alert.

      No, I do not want to speak with you. Get me back to Elle.

      A drawer to his left slid open, and he kicked it closed. All he wanted was to return to Venice, circa 1740. It should not have been difficult. The Converger should have done his bidding the first time, instead of waiting this long.

      He yanked on the lever again, and this time the engines purred and lifted their voices.

      Yes! he celebrated. He dropped a kiss to the console. Thank you.

      The door hissed as it opened, allowing ocean-scented air to fill the Converger's open space. He raced to the door and immediately stopped.

      The girl staring back at him looked like Elle, in the face, but everything else was all wrong. Her eyes were sad. Her hair was longer. Her clothes were Venetian. No, no, no. This was very wrong.

      - - -

      Elle couldn't believe her eyes. Or ears. Or anything else. Just when she was starting to get over it. Just when the nightmares were less frequent and she was settling into Venetian life, he had to go and show up again. It was so like him.

      No, she started, unwilling to admit that she wasn't hallucinating. This cannot be happening.

      Elle? Johnny pulled a face that was both comical and frustrating. He stepped out onto the grass and studied her intently. How could you have possibly changed so much in such a short time?

      That was it. This was real. She was going to kill him. A short time? You call this a short time?

      Yes. He furrowed his brow. Though I suppose it would have felt longer for you, sitting out here on your own. And shopping, apparently.

      How could you just leave me like that? How could you go away and leave me with nothing to support myself with? Nothing to use as currency. No place to go. How could you? She flailed her arms wildly.

      Johnny scratched his head. Aren't you being a little melodramatic? I wasn't gone more than two hours.

      "Two hours? No, no, no. Try three years, you idiot!" She couldn't believe his insolence. Of all the crazy random happenstances, why did he have to drop into her life and mess everything up?

      No, it was two hours. I kept count. I worried. I knew you would go bonkers if I stayed away too long. The Converger took two hours to do as I asked.

      It's seventeen-forty-three. You left me here, on this spot, exactly three years ago. I still have nightmares.

      Johnny shrugged and shook his head. Doesn't matter. He reached for her hand.

      Elle withdrew it and shook her head back at him. It does matter. I haven't seen my mom in three years. Haven't even been able to get a letter to her via history.

      You tried that? You rewrote history?

      No, of course not. It was a poorly timed joke. Point is, I don't know if I can trust you to not leave me again. She blinked. Tears were not what she needed. Tears meant she cared, and she didn't. She didn't care about him, or about the fact that he had left her high and dry.

      Johnny slid his hand around hers and didn't let go. You don't have to travel with me. I'll take you home.

      Thank you, Elle whispered. Much more and she would really cry. No one wanted that. She allowed Johnny to lead her into the Converger and shut the door behind them.

      He rubbed his hands together and pecked at a few buttons on the console. Alright. Twenty-fourteen, here we come. He pulled a lever.

      Nothing happened.

      He pulled it again. Still nothing.

      What's going on? Elle lifted her skirt to traverse the steps to the platform. She stopped alongside Johnny. And do not tell me it broke down again, because you have no idea how long I have longed to wear sweatpants.

      No, no, no. She hasn't 'broke down'. She just refuses to move.

      A drawer slid open, and a simultaneous ding brought it to their attention. Johnny pushed it closed. He returned to the dials and buttons. Pulled the lever again.

      The same drawer slid open, and the dinging increased to five in a row.

      Elle rubbed her forehead in frustration. She had missed technology, but at the same time it was getting on her nerves. Would you just look in the drawer so we can move on?

      Johnny sighed and slid it the rest of the way open. He retrieved a thick book from inside and dropped it onto a blank space on the console. He opened it and ran a finger along a line of fine print.

      He slammed it shut.

      So, Elle, where have you been staying these past hours?

      Years, she corrected.

      Johnny waved a hand and dropped the book back into the drawer. It's all relative. Who took you in?

      Why does it matter? Elle folded her arms and raised her eyebrows. He was

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