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Steamside Chronicles

Author(s): Ciar Cullen

Emily Fenwick, formerly with the NYPD, is now the reluctant defender of 1890 New York. Unfortunately for Emily, who hates "the creepy stuff", she ignored her inner voice, went to a carnival in Central Park, and entered a Victorian tent in hopes a psychic would have some encouraging news about her woefully boring love life. The guarantee she received of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger comes with a huge catch - he lives in an alternate dimension of the past.

Jack Pettigrew leads a quirky band of lost souls in a battle to save New York circa 1890. Nightmares have come alive and threaten to terrorize a fragile era. Jack leads the punks, who have been sucked back in time through a vortex. Each has a fleeting memory of their own deathor near deathand must determine for themselves why they have been chosen for this mission. Is Steamside their Purgatory? Could an Egyptian obelisk in Central Park be the cause of the time rift, or is Emily herself to blame for the goblins, zombies, and other nightmarish scenes plaguing them?

If the Punks want to return to 2010, they must ensure theres going to be an 1891. If they conclude theyre really ghosts, then it might be time to party like its 1999.

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Since the night I traveled to 1890, Ive tried not to obsess over where I might have turned left instead of right, or not opened a door that was meant to stay closed. Perhaps if I were a Sex-in-the-City kinda girl, things would be different. I cant imagine ever chatting about shoes or my romantic escapades over mojitos. I dont think Ive even had an escapadeaside from being thrown back in time. I dont drink mojitos, whatever they are.

Its not that I never had a boyfriend or alcohol, but the guys I met and beer were alikeyou knew what you were getting into and that the effects wouldnt last long. You were best to combine the two. You could blame the sex on the booze and make pretend you didnt care about the guy. A loathsome existence, I know. My theory was that a female cops odds of meeting a straight, attractive nonfelon in New York were about as good as a large meteor dropping into the Hudson.

I went to Central Park on a hot August Saturday night fantasizing about a Tom Hanks Youve Got Mail type guy strolling with his dognot that I ever thought Tom Hanks was hot. Yeah, thats just how it worked out. I met a guy all right, and hes way hotter than Tom Hanks.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-936394-09-8
Genre: Time Travel
Date Published: 08/06/2010
Publisher: Decadent Publishing

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