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The River of No Return by Bee Ridgway

In 1812, in the midst of battle and on the brink of death, young Lord Nicholas Falcott unexpectedly jumps forward two hundred years in time, saving his life. He is taken in by a mysterious yet powerful organisation, The Guild, who set him up with the means for a new life and the strict rule that he can never return to his time. With no other choice, Nick makes a new life for himself in America, where he is seemingly happy for ten years.

Meanwhile, back in 1815, a girl from his childhood, Julia Percy, finds her own life dramatically changing with the death of her grandfather, the Earl of Darchester, and the secrets of a power he has left behind; the ability to manipulate time.

Both Nick and Julia are hiding secrets centuries apart, but when Nick is summoned by The Guild for a special mission to return to the past, their complicated lives will be thrown together in ways they couldn’t imagine.

Time travelling novels have been quite popular of late. From my own previous reads, I loved The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger and more recently the time travelling murder mystery The Beauty of Murder by A.K. Benedict.

This book is a beautiful blend of 19th Century history, genteel adventure and love story. It is romantic without being soppy and incredibly well researched. I liked how both the lead characters were smart and headstrong in their own ways and the setting suited this exciting yet moving tale. If you are sceptical about time travel in literature, then try this novel out; a stunning book both inside and out.

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