Everyone’s laughing, smiling, and having a great time. Your heroine looks up at the clock. Two minutes until midnight.
She needs to find her date for the midnight kiss. It’s going to be a great one. This is their first New Year’s Eve together and she’s sure he’s the one.
She spots him across the room. He catches her eye and smiles. She begins to make her way toward him. People start counting down.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…he’s just a few feet away. Five, four, three, two…just a few more steps and she’ll be in his arms. Someone backs into her. She stumbles. Your heroine finds herself falling.
A strong hand grabs her and pulls her up. The room starts spinning. Lights swirl, colors fade. Your heroine thinks maybe she smacked her head, or had too much to drink, or both.
When the spinning stops, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place. A strong hand is still on her arm. She looks up to discover that the owner of the hand is…him…oh god, why does it have to be him?
Your heroine has traveled back in time. She’s with someone that she doesn’t want to be with. What happens? Where did she go? Why? And who is she with?