Up-and-coming actress, Trace Rutland, has had nightmares about a tragic past ever since she was a little girl. She struggles with her everyday life, finally seeking help from a hypnotherapist.
While under hypnosis, she inadvertently experiences a past life in Paris, in 1916, during the First World War.
Later, while visiting a wealthy man’s private Mata Hari collection, Trace is drawn to a glittering ring, once worn by the convicted spy.
Trace is enthralled. When she’s alone, she slips the ring on and is swiftly hurled into the past. There, she must face herself as she was in the past, while struggling to change the course of her destiny.
When she meets the handsome Edward Kenyon Bishop, a World War I British flying ace, she falls in love. She is soon swept away into a journey of suspicion and treachery, and must fight for her life.
Can she survive the past? Can she return to the present? Can true love endure for all time?
At that moment, a door on the opposite side of the room swung open and a tall man entered. When he saw Trace, he ventured forward, unsure of what he was seeing. He stopped short. He had a pencil thin mustache, good shoulders and a chiseled handsome face. He wore a brown, knee-length jacket, striped trousers and shiny leather boots. His white shirt was minus the wing collar, giving him a jaunty look. His shiny chestnut hair was combed back smoothly from his forehead, and his sleepy gray/green eyes widened and blinked a couple of times when they found, and then fixed on, Trace, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He gazed at Trace, struck silent by her serene, unquestionable beauty and gorgeous mass of glossy, honey-blonde hair.
Mata Hari’s eyes swung toward Edward. “Edward. Why is everyone up so early, and dressed?”
Edward rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then slapped a hand over his heart for theatrical effect. He spoke in a loud, dramatic voice, as if reciting Shakespeare.
“My God! I believe I’m having palpitations of the heart,” he said, with a very British accent. “Oh, my dear Mata Hari, where did you ever find such a lovely creature? Has she descended from the Gods, from Mount Olympus? Is she perhaps Athena, the goddess of wisdom and military victory, or is she, in fact, Venus incarnate? Pray tell me, dear Mata Hari, where have you found this incomparable, delectable and gorgeous creature?”
“Where have I found her? Don’t be silly, Edward, you found her, and she is yours, although she doesn’t remember where she met you, which I find absolutely fascinating. You must tell me and Vadime the entire story when he wakes up.”
Trace stood as still as a statue, dumbstruck. She inhaled a steadying breath and looked at Edward with pleading eyes. Edward squinted a look at her, his eyes penetrating and actively watchful. There was a slow exchange of hope—Trace hoping for his play-along recognition of her—and Edward, that she would find him as attractive as he found her.
Edward laughed and went to Trace, with a cheery smile. As he drew up to her, his eyes caught hers and he winked, took her by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms for a long, passionate kiss.
Trace caught a whiff of his sandalwood aftershave, as he pressed his lips against hers. A shocking wave of stinging desire electrified her, awakened her, melted her. When he released her, wrapping a long arm around her shoulder, drawing her intimately close, Mata Hari laughed, very pleased.
“Oh yes, I can see you two are lovers. Take her back to bed, Edward, and you two sleep as late as you want.”
Mata Hari approached Trace, with her hand extended. “Please take off the ring and give it to me.”
Trace, still reeling from the wet, warm kiss, couldn’t move.
Looking at the ring and Mata Hari’s waiting hand, Trace was conflicted. The ring had power. No doubt. There was some strange power contained in the ring that had sent her back into time. That was obvious. Or had her fragile mind finally shattered, and she was slipping helplessly into insanity? If she gave up the ring, would she be trapped and helpless? Would she ever be able to regain her sanity and return home?
Mata Hari waited. “Please give me my ring, Trace.”
Haltingly, Trace obeyed, gently sliding the ring from her finger, instantly feeling vulnerable, caught in a chilling web of time.
Mata Hari took the ring, staring at it pensively. “I’ve always felt this ring would bring me luck just when I needed it. I still believe it will save me from all harm, even when all my friends, family, and lovers flee.”
Edward spoke up, keeping his curious eyes on the ring. “It looks like a rare beauty, striking and unusual. Who gave it to you, Mata Hari?”
Mata Hari smiled, sadly. “Captain Maurice Herbaux. He loved me so much, you know. He was a good lover and a rich man. Yes, a good and tender lover, and he looked so handsome in his uniform. He was killed only a week after he gave me this ring—killed in 1915 at the Battle of Neuve-Chapelle. The last time I saw him, he presented it to me, saying, ‘May it always keep you from harm. May it always protect you. Believe in it, chérie.’”
Now in a low mood, Mata Hari turned and strolled toward the same door she had entered from. She looked back over her shoulder with a bland smile. “You two do look like lovers, you know. Go now, and make love. That is what life is all about, you know—especially now with this awful war exploding our hopes and dreams, and killing so many of our good and handsome officers.”
As soon as the door clicked shut, Edward released his arm, clicked his boot heels together, and snapped a crisp salute. “May I present myself. I am Captain Edward Kenyon Bishop, of The Royal Flying Corps No. 11 Squadron, at your service, madam. Should we obey our good hostess, the unrivaled and notorious Mata Hari, and return to my room to make love?”
Praise for Christmas Eve Letter: Time Travel Novel by Elyse Douglas
“The Christmas Eve Letter is a wonderful Christmas novel. The authors weave an intriguing time travel holiday romance tale written in the third person narrative that follows Eve Sharland’s personal journey between the present and the past. The reader is easily drawn into this fast paced time travel holiday romance story as they follow Eve’s journey between the past and the present. The reader can easily envision both the present and the past among the city’s famous landmarks, and easily get drawn into the city’s joyous sights and sounds of the holiday season. You can’t help but relate to Eve and cheer her on as her personal journey brings an unexpected destiny that will change her life forever. I really enjoyed the intertwining of a time travel tale with a holiday romance twist, the historical references were realistic, while the time travel between the present and past kept me intrigued right to the end. Captivating.”-Kathleen, Jersey Girl Book Reviews
“This book was very enjoyable because I do like time travel stories – the possibilities and potential and having to figure out how to fit into the past (or the present depending on which way you are going!).
I thought the author did a good job of recapturing that time period including the fact that women really didn’t have any rights and were chattel. The men were egotistical which contributed to any downfall they experienced. The ending has an interesting twist that changed how I saw a few characters in the book. This is the first book by this author that I have read and I will be seeking out some of her other books.”-Leslie Storey, Storey Book Reviews
“The Christmas Eve Letter is a beautiful, poignant story. It is well written and will have you turning the pages eagerly. Eve is a lovely, smart young woman, especially when she quickly realised that her manners, and the way she talks, needed to alter for her to fit in with her arrival in Victorian New York. All of the characters are well thought out, and believably written, together with the well-constructed scenery, that has you feeling as if you yourself have just stepped into the past.
The story is unique and moving. It will hold you long after you turn the last page. A perfect Christmas tale of love and hope.”-Stacey, Whispering Stories
Elyse Douglas is the pen name for the husband and wife writing team of Elyse Parmentier and Douglas Pennington. Elyse began writing poems and short stories at an early age and graduated with a degree in English Literature. Douglas began writing novels in college, while studying music at the Cincinnati College Conservatory of Music. He traveled the world as a professional pianist for many years. He has also worked as a copywriter and corporate manager.
Some of Elyse Douglas’ novels include: The Christmas Eve Letter (A Time Travel Novel), Christmas for Juliet, The Summer Letters, The Christmas Diary, and The Summer Diary. They live in New York City.
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