Tamara Stone - TIme After Time

I rest my forehead against hers. I can’t hold back my smile.

“What made you change your mind?” she asks.

I give her the only answer I have. “You. In a bunch of different ways.”

We kiss again, and this one feels a lot more familiar. I picture her room upstairs, looking like it’s supposed to, and I can’t wait to be alone with her there.

When Anna pulls away, she hardly leaves any distance between us. “It’s freezing out here,” she says, brushing her lips against mine. “Come inside.” Another small kiss. “Besides, you have presents to open.”

Presents. Plural. I only brought her one thing. “Presents?” I ask.

She kisses my cheek. “I got you something. My parents got you a couple things too.” I pull back a bit more. Her parents? It didn’t even occur to me to buy them gifts. “Don’t worry,” she says, reading my mind. “They don’t expect you to get them anything.”

Anna moves toward the front door and I trail behind her, but when she opens it and steps inside, I stop cold.

She turns around and stares at me. God, she looks happy and relieved and beautiful and perfect as she stands there, waiting for me to follow her. I must have a stupid grin on my face or something because she suddenly smiles at me. “What?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Nothing. I was just thinking about the first time I came over here.” We’d both cut school. I’d stood on her porch in this exact spot, and Anna stood inside in that exact same one. When she opened the door I’d been expecting her to be afraid of me after I’d inadvertently shown her what I could do, but instead, she was all giddy and curious, eager to hear how I performed the magic that might have saved her life the night before.

But there was something else in her expression that day. She wanted to know me—really know me—and I stood frozen in place, realizing that I wanted her to be the person I told all my secrets to.

I knew it wouldn’t be simple. That if I walked through that front door and into her world, both of our lives would be changed forever. Still, she seemed worth the risk. Now I know that she is.

So just like I did that day, I take a deep breath and step inside. Anna closes the door behind me.

I’m not supposed to be here.

But I am.

This book wouldn’t have been possible without the unconditional love and support of my husband, Mike. He made sure I didn’t forget to eat, knocked that super-daddy thing clear out of the park, and still found time to read this story and give me feedback. He’s the love of my life and stuck with me forever; We even have a padlock on Pont des Arts to prove it.

I absolutely love writing, but it occasionally takes me away from my greatest love: my kids. I’m grateful to Aidan and Lauren for allowing me to be both a writer and a mom, and for understanding that it’s difficult to excel at both at the exact same time. My world revolves around these two incredible human beings and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Boy, has my family turned into a bunch of vocal fans! I don’t even know where to start thanking them for all their words of support and encouragement. To the many, many members of the Ireland, Cline/Reinwald, and Stone families: Thank you with all my heart. You’ve made the last year such fun.

My friends have simply blown me away with their kind words and constant support for this new endeavor of mine. Special thanks to Jennifer Fall who inspired me with her story about the love locks.

When I wrote Time Between Us , I got to reflect back on my days living in Evanston, Illinois. Writing Time After Time took me back even earlier, to living in San Francisco post-college, when six amazing women magically appeared in my life. You’re sprinkled throughout these pages, Sonia Painter, Renée Austin, Shanna Draheim, Marie Bahl, Kristin Wahl, and Lynette Figueras Spievak. We were meant to be friends. San Francisco is our city. And yes, we are the funniest people we know.

A year ago, I was clueless about the book blogger community, but now I get it. These passionate readers make our worlds go ’round, and I am incredibly grateful for all they do to spread the word about books—not just my books, all books. Still, to those of you who consistently shout from the rooftops about my stories, I’m humbled. Thank you. I’m equally grateful to the wonderful booksellers at my local indies, Books, Inc.; A Great Good Place for Books; Book Passage; Barnes & Noble, Walnut Creek; and Orinda Books for all their support.

So many people in my life have expertise I require for my stories and don’t actually possess. Huge thanks to Mark Holmstrom for continuing the rock climbing lessons, and to Dr. Martin Moran and Dr. Mike Temkin for helping me understand yet another medical condition I knew nothing about.

My agent, Caryn Wiseman, not only represents my work with passion, she patiently brainstorms with me, reads draft after draft, and keeps the encouragement coming when I need it most. Thank you, Caryn.

I’m always grateful for my brilliant editor, Lisa Yoskowitz. I’m not sure other authors get to laugh their way through revisions, but I do. Thank you for loving these characters, for caring so much about every single word, and most of all, for just being Lisa-y.

It’s such an honor to be part of the Disney-Hyperion family. Huge thanks to the entire team, and special thanks to Stephanie Lurie and Suzanne Murphy for believing in these two books from the very beginning, to Whitney Manger for creating another gorgeous cover, and to my wonderful publicist Jamie Baker.