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A Man Out of Time
A Man Out of Time
A Man Out of Time
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A Man Out of Time

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English professor Dale Hoberman is out of his depth as a visiting professor at Oxford. His one comfortable social connection is with a man long dead. In his spare time, he takes on the task of analyzing the possessions of Martin Winthrop, a brilliant physicist who met with a tragic end.  When science and serendipity give Dale a chance to meet Martin, Dale is suddenly comfortable in his own skin, but is his happiness with Martin worth risking the powerful forces of time and physics, or is Martin’s tragic end destined to be?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 1, 2012
ISBN9781613726365
A Man Out of Time
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Elizabeth Coldwell

Elizabeth Coldwell is a multi-published author and editor whose stories have appeared in a number of best-selling anthologies. She has written novels in a variety of different genres, from paranormal to BDSM and contemporary romance. She is the former editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and the proud winner of an International Leather Award. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).

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    A Man Out of Time

    WHEN he saw Winthorp’s broad back retreating around the corner of the street, Dale knew it had worked. He’d come back. Everything seemed just as it had in the moment he’d left: the stillness of that January evening, the church bells ringing somewhere in the distance, and the trail of heavy, decisive footprints left by Winthorp in the freshly fallen snow. Despite himself, Dale shuddered with the emotion of the moment. He knew what he had to do. Losing the man once had broken his heart. He couldn’t begin to imagine how it would feel to lose him for a second time.

    Wrapping his scarf around the lower half of his face to shield him from the freezing night air, Dale set off in Winthorp’s direction, calling his name as he ran, the words were muffled but, he prayed, still audible. He only hoped that he wouldn’t be too late.

    VISITING Fellow of American Literature. No matter how many times he repeated the title to himself, Dale Hoberman didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. To be invited to teach at Oxford University, conducting lectures and tutorials in those hallowed surroundings, mixing with the finest academic minds in England, was a dream beyond his wildest imaginings. Not only that, but to receive such an honor before he’d even reached the age of thirty…. Normally, these positions were reserved for those professors who’d put many years of research into their field. His application must have impressed someone enough to put him ahead of more established candidates. But even now, as he stood at the lodge gate of Corpus Christi College, waiting for the porter to show him to his accommodation, he couldn’t help thinking that, instead, someone would arrive to tell him this had all been a misunderstanding, and the fellowship had been given to someone else.

    Can I help you, sir? The graveled voice at his ear startled him. Dale half turned to see a dapper man somewhere in his late fifties with a thick mustache bristling on his top lip, wearing a neat navy blazer with the college’s crest sewn on the breast pocket. The formality of his dress contrasted with blue eyes, deeply lined with crow’s feet, which smiled in friendly inquiry as he waited for Dale to respond.

    Er, yeah. I’m Dale Hoberman. I’m moving my stuff in today.

    Ah, yes. The American. The porter stepped to one side. Come through into the lodge and we’ll sort you out. I’m Standish, the head porter, by the way. If you have any problems, they come through me.

    Sure. Dale picked up his suitcase and backpack and followed the porter inside. Distilling all the clothing and possessions he’d need for an eight-week term had been next to

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