Deep Echoes Ebook

As an archaeologist, Caitlin has always been enthralled by the past, but nothing could prepare her for an exciting new discovery in Charleston. An initial exploration of the thrilling new site leads to the discovery of a mysterious river rock with peculiar etchings she’s never seen before. Puzzled, she breaks all the protocols to examine the rock closer.

When she brushes away the dirt, 2017 folds away with it to transport Caitlin to pre-Civil War 1859. Stranded, she faces the terrifying reality of being trapped in the past and the danger she-and those who try to help her-are in. Her only hope is returning home...before it's too late.

Deep Echoes is the beginning of a thrilling journey through time filled with danger, mystery, and heart-pounding suspense that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very last page.

The French chateau rose into view, first with its vibrant blue slate rooftop, then the limestone exterior, a graceful contrast of color breaking
through the vibrant green of the North Carolina forests. A hidden treasure now exposed for world review. Caitlin Benoit's pace slowed, her long legs basking in the rays of the warm southern sun. Other visitors hurried past her, more
concerned with getting inside the house than enjoying the view or understanding the history of a Gilded Age estate. She tousled the thick curls she'd inherited from her father—dark brown like his, highlighted by her mother's gold coloring. Anyone's quick glance would see a woman with a healthy, year-round tan. She'd inherited that from both
parents—a good mix of her mother's European ancestors and her father's African roots. And she was equally proud of
both sides of her heritage as that helped shape and define her passion for research and exploration of the past.

But, she reminded herself, this visit to the Biltmore Estate wasn't work. This was a vacation. A break from exploring the history of the slave trade around the world in all its ugly incarnations. This was a break, and, she thought with a sigh, one much needed.

Caitlin stepped into the heavy foot traffic and followed other tourists to the front of the
chateau. As she edged closer to the house, her phone rang, and Caitlin rolled her eyes. Just an afternoon to herself—it couldn't be that much to ask. Should have left the device in the car.

She pulled the phone from a pocket and glanced at the name; a soft smile played across her lips.

"Hey, Sean. You're lucky I like you."

He chuckled. "I knew that, but why?'

She pressed a finger against one ear to drown out the surrounding voices and laughter. "I'm getting ready to go inside the Biltmore Estate. When the phone rang, I thought about wringing the neck of whoever was interrupting my vacation." Caitlin smiled sweetly at a man who'd turned around with a raised brow. As he returned
his attention to his family, she shook her head. People could be so nosey.

"Biltmore, huh?" Sean asked. "How do you feel about a side trip?"

Caitlin stepped out of line, nodding to the people behind her. "Side trip? Why would I do
that?"

"I found something you might be interested in."

Her stomach did the familiar flip any new discovery brought
with it. Even after ten years of working in the field, new sites still made her blood race. "Oh?"

To make matters worse, she could hear the smile through the phone. Sean knew he had her undivided attention. "A local builder was clearing ground for a new factory, found the remains of what appears to be slave shacks."

The flips erupted into
a full-on explosion. "Has an archaeological team been called in yet?"

"Yeah. You."

She laughed. They'd graduated college at the same time and, along with another friend, Jenny, formed a team quickly respected by the archaeological community. They were friends,
colleagues, and, she liked to think, one of the best teams in the business. They grew together, made mistakes together, polished their skills together, understood how each other worked. Her team. The best there was.

"I like that. Where are you?" Caitlin asked.

"Just north of Charleston. Should be about a four-hour drive from where you are."

She nodded, glanced at the Biltmore Estate with a passing shade of disappointment, then
turned and headed back down the driveway. The vacation didn't have to be canceled, just postponed. "I'm far too
predictable. You knew I'd come running."

"Predictable is not a word I'd use to describe Caitlin Benoit, but in this case, I had a pretty good hunch. But just in case you need further incentive, the shacks aren't all that was found."

"I'm already on my way. You don't have to play dirty."

He laughed. "I found a stone. Looks like Hoodoo symbols are carved into it."

She trotted the rest of the way to the car. A stone with writing meant a gold mine to treasure
seekers. If word got out, she'd never make it on time. "Was it pulled from the site already?"

"No, it's waiting for you."

"Has it been made public yet?"

"You know me better than that, Caitlin. Don't worry. The whole site has been taped off. You have first dibs, so don't kill yourself getting here."

As he finished the sentence, Caitlin's foot was already stomping against the pedal, tires screeching from the parking space as other visitors to Biltmore stared at her
in wonder. "You take all the fun out of everything."

"Someone has to. I'll see you in a couple hours."

"You said it would take about four to get to you."

"Right. And the way you drive, it'll be two."

Language: English

Number of Pages: 60 pages

Estimated Time to Read: 1 hour

Word Count: 14,821 words

Series & All Books in Series: Web of Echoes (Deep Echoes, Northern Echoes, Sunken Echoes, Eastern Echoes, Familiar Echoes, Southern Echoes, Fallen Echoes, Western Echoes)

Formats: ePub & Mobi

Devices: Kindle, Apple, & Android Devices, Nook & Kobo Readers, Computers

Delivery Time & Method: Instant delivery to domestic and international readers via the email address provided at check-out

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