As Gabriel rifled through a cabinet for the cream, Delaney slid off the table and walked straight over to the diplomas hanging in frames on the wall.  As she scanned them, her gaze landed on one, which showed he’d attained his medical degree from the University of Chicago Medical School in May of…1884?  Her jaw dropped open.

He turned.  “What is it, Miss Marshall?  You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”  He sidled up to her and searched her face.

Delaney reached down and pinched herself on the leg, causing a red welt to immediately rise on her flesh.  Her heart began to hammer.  She tried, but failed, to keep from stammering when she explained.  “I…I thought I was dreaming this whole thing, or we were on a movie set and…I kept thinking I was going to wake up sooner or later.”

“What whole thing?” the doctor asked, tilting his head.

“You.  The town.  Washington Street.  Those horses.  The bridge.  Everything!”  Delaney’s frightened gaze darted around the room.  “That diploma on the wall shows you received your medical degree in 1884, Dr. Whitman.  That can’t be correct.  Please tell me that diploma is printed wrong, and it should read 1994, or 2004.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at her.  “Perhaps I should check your head.  Did you hit in on the ground when I knocked you down?”

“No!  No!” she cried, batting him away.  She scooped up the newspaper that was lying open on top of his desk, but didn’t bother to read the headline.  Looking straight at the date in the corner of the Phoenix Herald, she read aloud, “June 7, 1888.”  A shiver ran down her spine, and her stomach knotted.  Expelling shallow breaths, she bent over and placed her hands on her knees, feeling faint.

Gabriel raced to the desk, rummaged through a drawer, and pulled out a brown paper sack.  He placed the bag over Delaney’s mouth.  “Breathe.”  She took several deep breaths.  When the danger of fainting had passed, he took her face in his hands and gently demanded, “Now, tell me.  What is this all about?”

She fastened her gaze on him and said, “I don’t know how it happened, but I think I’ve traveled back in time.”

"Delaney's Crossing proved a truly inspired tale of love that held me captivated from page one. I found myself swept into the past with Delaney,sharing her confusion, outrage, her sense of humor, and even falling for her western doctor love. Pick up this book if you want to laugh, cry, and read something you simply cannot put down."  - Melissa Blue, Author of Angel and the Unforgiven

This book was a page-turner that I just couldn’t put down. Coverstone created her charming cast to uphold a great plot. The ending was nothing like I expected. Stacey Coverstone has once again made her name in the world of writing. - Brenda, The Romance Studio

A pleasant romance with likeable characters that explores what we value in life and the importance of finding our calling.
- Carol, Love Western Romances