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Welcome to 1985...

Cyril Stone

One minute it's 1985, the next I'm waking up at the top of the Empire State Building thirty-seven years in the future. Everything I worked toward is gone. I'm lost in a time that's not mine. Kate and Arthur are the only ones who can help me. But when I find their daughter bent over the hood of a '74 Dodge Swinger, I'm a goner.

Jessica Maxwell

My father always told me this car would kill me, but I never expected it to be parked when it did. Some strange guy shows up in my garage and scares the crap out of me. The handsome interloper looks lost, and lord knows I'm a magnet for lost causes. But when my dad gives this stranger my garage, I'd rather chew my arm off than let him steal my dream away from me.

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