Book Description

Can Millie survive what Time Travel Disorder has to throw at her?Millie Richter has always admired her sister, Caitlyn, but now that her own disorder is taking effect, Millie is terrified she’ll follow in Caitlyn’s footsteps and rewrite history. The last thing Millie wants is to become a stranger in her own life, so she’s determined to do whatever she can to leave the past – and therefore the present – unchanged.But when she finds herself face to face with her father – alive and well in the past – her perspective shifts abruptly. Millie is torn between the desire to prevent her father’s untimely death and the fear of rewriting her existence.Then, back in the present, Zach (the gorgeous guy who lives a few floors up in her unit block) finally notices her and asks her out on a date. A psychology student, Zach is thoughtful, caring and a little damaged. Their connection is instant and electrifying, pulling Millie into a whirlwind romance she never saw coming. Now Millie has even more to lose. If she prevents her dad’s death, she’ll risk erasing her relationship with Zach.In this heart-wrenching third installment, Millie must balance love and duty, all while grappling with the profound consequences of her choices.Millie is the third book in The Ripple Effect series and is best read after the first two books.*****************************EXCERPTTwo hours and fifty-five minutes until my date with Zach. The closer it gets, the stronger the butterflies in my tummy become, but it feels good to be nervous about something positive for a change.Shower time.I get undressed and hop into the shower. As I shave my legs, tiny hairs fall into the water, circle the drain, and then disappear. When my hands tingle and my eyesight goes hazy yet again, I sigh and pause the razor so I don’t cut myself, but then the jet noise fills my eyes and my body is pierced by knives.Agony.No, no, no, no, no!I lean forward and spew as my stomach heaves.This can’t be happening.Water is no longer falling on me. As my eyesight clears, I see that the shower tiles have changed from white to terracotta, and in front of me is a spotty shower curtain instead of a glass door. My heart pounds as I stand up slowly and open the curtain. A towel hangs from a rack on the far wall. I grab it and wrap it around myself, then spin around when I hear a sound.A teenage boy stands in the doorway to the bathroom, his mouth hanging open and his eyes bulging. He looks about fourteen. “Um, what the hell?” he says.I clutch the towel to my body and try to figure out what to do. After a long pause, I stammer, “I know this is crazy-weird, but you can’t ask me anything. Please.”His eyes bulge even more. “You’ve got to be kidding.”“I’m not kidding. Please. I’m begging you, no questions. And, um, can I borrow some clothes?” My voice is high pitched with anxiety and embarrassment.For a while, he doesn’t answer, just stares. Then finally, he gives himself a tiny shake. “Sure. Yeah. I guess.”“Is anyone else home with you?” I ask.“Ah, yeah. My mum. She’s in her room.”“Can you please not tell her about me? Or anyone else?”He shakes his head slowly. “Let me get this straight – I find you in my bathroom naked, and you don’t want me to ask any questions or tell anyone about you?”“That’s right. Please.