Two tales. The same characters. Elizabeth Bennet awakens in her home of Longbourn, in Hertfordshire, England, in the early 1800s. She is the second of five daughters to Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. But as time passes, she begins to remember another life—a previous existence as a Scottish American living in the British Colony of Pennsylvania during the growing resistance against British rule.

What begin as fleeting thoughts soon become vivid memories, leaving Elizabeth in a state of confusion. Everything changes when she meets a young woman who is experiencing the very same phenomenon. Unlike Elizabeth, however, this mysterious stranger knows the truth behind their shared memories and finally reveals who Elizabeth Bennet truly is.

Even more astonishing, the woman is a beloved character from Louisa May Alcott's Little Women.

Here comes a time travel tale, that is the likes of which you have never seen!

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Release Date: August 28, 2026
Genre: Historical Romance

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Excerpt

Chapter 1: Whispers

1810

“Treason!” I cried, waking up, with such a force that I felt my head spin as the room fell in and out of focus.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head, to bring my world into one image, and soon, my vision was set to right.

Sighing out, I rubbed my face to wipe away the sleepiness, when I heard a creaking sound to my left.

Startled, I turned to see my youngest sister, Lydia, standing at my wardrobe, with the door open.

In her eyes was amusement with a hint of false guilt as I found her caught in the act of rummaging through my clothes.

“Oh.” Lydia laughed, covering her mouth, knowing she was caught in the middle of her own joke, “Sorry, Lizzy, did I wake you?”

“I...” I began, but faith, I was not entirely certain. Had Lydia woken me, or was it the strange dream that I felt I had arisen from?

Like it is when you walk into water and grab at things along the current, but for it to slide between your fingers, I felt the images dance across the back of my thoughts and were slowly leaving me.

I recalled having been talking to Charlotte Lucas about something provocative to my inner peace, and her domestic felicity. Even more, I recalled her being much lovelier in my dreams than she was known as being.

The word ‘treason’ had continued to run along my thoughts, but I could not tell why so. After all, what did I have to be treasonous of? Rubbish! I had never been traitorous on a day in my life. After all, what was there to betray?

At last, I turned back to Lydia, then I looked past her, at the sun that was just beginning to creep above the horizon, showing that it was just at dawn.

And now I remembered what Lydia was there for? Ah, the little minx!

“Whether you woke me or not, it does not matter,” I proclaimed, rashly throwing the blankets from off me and jumping out of the bed. “And if you are heavy-footed, I had best thank you. Lydia, stop stealing my stockings. It stopped being a joke since the second time—in fact, it stopped being a joke after the first time.”

“I cannot help it,” Lydia said, laughing, “the look on your face when you saw me filling your stockings with jelly was priceless.”

“I am sure that it was. Go and haunt Kitty; she can tolerate your antics longer than I can suffer them.”

I pushed her to the door and just as I managed to shove her into the hallway, she turned to me, her face distorted from wonder.

“Why did you wake up shouting treason?” she asked.

And just like that, the air around me felt close and cold. I felt a strange, but also familiar sensation of euphoria envelop me as I began to remember that there was something that I was evidently forgetting.

Oh well, it would come in time.

“I had a nightmare,” I explained weakly, “and I suppose that is all there is to it.”

I heard stomping feet, and then Kitty emerged from her bedroom, yanking the door open. In her face was anger at its reddest! She raised up a sock, that was stained with ink.

“You dipped my sock in ink!” she hissed, “Lydia, you cow!”

“I’m not the cow,” Lydia declared, walking away from me, “you are.”

“How can I be the cow,” Kitty declared, “when you obviously look it?”

“I do not look like it. You do!”

“Girls!” Our mother cried from her door as she was about to yank it open.

Not in the mood to face our mother just yet, I closed the door and overheard her through the wood.

“Girls, stop yelling so early in the morning!” she cried. “Kitty, you will tear my nerves to shreds.”

“It’s not my fault!” Kitty cried. “It’s Lydia’s fault. Look what she did to my sock. It’s ruined.”

Not wishing to get anywhere near the middle of that argument, I rubbed my eyes as I went to the window and pulled back the curtain further.

Looking out, I saw my home county of Hertfordshire, sweeping out before me.

The woods, hills and roads rested before my eyes, and it was the most familiar sight in the world.

I was born and raised here.

And naturally so, which is why I wondered why I felt such a strange sense of it also feeling so foreign.

Oh well! We all feel displaced from time to time, as I thought it best to tell myself. This feeling of unease will pass.

Instead, I looked to the sky as the sun was finally rising higher, illuminating everything.

The sun!

And as it was with its powers of bringing light where light was not there before, I began to remember something.

Something that felt as if it had been snatched from me...

 

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