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What the funds are for:
History Man – 22nd Century time traveler is the follow-up thriller to Michael K. Tucker’s Peaceful Endings: The NOPOSAM Project in what will be a continued series for protagonists Dr. Marilynn Harwell of Coventry General Hospital and her Husband Doug.

History Man is the exciting thriller of trapped time traveler Sunni Day from the 22nd century, who travels in search of historical events to record for students of the future. However, when he is discovered and caught by the SIA, a covert branch of the US government and found out by a notorious group of Germans who are both bent on altering history, it’s up to trauma specialist Dr. Marilynn Harwell Talbot and her husband Doug to rescue him and get him back to his time. But no one is ready for the shocking ending to this edgy thriller in which Sunni reveals startling information that will leave the Talbots and everyone else on this planet wondering about their origin and very existence.

Successful accumulation of funds will aid in the editing process - and then publication through Outskirts Press my independent self – publisher for the purpose of printing and distributing History Man - and for copies to be sent to contributors, professional reviewers and avid readers as well as for advertising and promotional vehicles such as PR releases and bookmarks. It will also help to make it available on Kindle, Nook, Barnes & Noble and Amazon as well as help to defray various other publishing charges and fees.

Please help heroes Marilynn Harwell Talbot and her husband Doug get Sunni Day back to his own time – Just think of the ramifications if history is altered.
There are various unique opportunities for pledgers to take advantage of, such as having your name included as a minor character in History Man. I thank you in advance for your support.

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http://outskirtspress.com/webpage.php?ISBN=9781432727390

Excerpt:

Marilynn, Lavigne, Brown and the two soldiers went back to interrogation room three.
“What’s with the two heavies?” said Marilynn pointing at the two armed men. "Am I a threat to you too?”
“Don’t take it personally, Doc. Standard procedure in matters of national security; it’s for all of our protection.”
Marilynn folded her arms and slumped back in the comfortable leather chair. “Riggghhhhttttttt.”
Clearly agitated Lavigne spoke first. “I don’t know what the hell you were trying to prove with that stunt. I’m willing to let it slide though, if you came up with something.”
“Look, I needed to earn his trust. And I wasn’t going to get it with him feeling as if he was a prisoner and knowing full well that you were in here watching and scrutinizing everything he said. You brought me here because you thought I was the best. So let me do what I do best.”
Lavigne pulled a chair up next to hers and spoke softly. “You are the specialist here and we need to trust your instincts. So, did you find out anything?”
“The same as you I’m afraid. He really has no idea who he is or where he’s from.”
Brown however, got down into her face. “You expect us to believe that?”
Marilynn pushed his head away. “You need a breath mint!”
Brown was infuriated. “Don’t screw with us or….”
Marilynn jumped to her feet, “Or what? Are you forgetting I’m a guest here? I’m not one of the bad guys you can intimidate and I’m certainly not of your henchmen you can boss around. I’m a taxpaying citizen who by the way helps pay your salaries and I want to go home, now!”
Lavigne rubbed his forehead and temples. “I’m sorry Doctor. You are correct of course. We’re all a little tired and stressed right now. Please have patience with us. We mean no harm. Our thoughts and concerns are always for the safety of the country. We realize that you would not withhold information. Your reputation is impeccable. Will you accept our apology?”
Marilynn paced the room until her clenched hands unfolded and her facial muscles relaxed then sat back down in the chair with her legs crossed. When she’d sufficiently gotten her thoughts sorted she pointed at Lavigne then Brown. “This is your last chance. Don’t blow it!”
Lavigne looked to the heavens and mouthed thank you. “So, Doctor. What do you think? Can you help him get his mind back?”
“It’s not that simple. There isn’t a switch on the side of his head that can be flipped to normal setting. It could take months of therapy. Plus, I don’t know enough about this case. I need to speak with him some more to fully understand the scope of it.”
“Can you at least put a time frame?”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? Look, these cases can take as little as days or as long as the remainder of a patient’s lifetime. And you never know how or when it’ll happen or what could trigger a return. Heck, the simplest event like seeing a familiar picture could jog a memory.”
Brown sounded miserable. “So, where do we go from here?”