About the Book               
They exist in two different
centuries, but their love defies time
Country clubs and garden parties. The last thing Cassandra
wants is to spend the summer before her senior year marooned in a snooty
Massachusetts shore town. Cass craves drama and adventure, which is hard when
she just feels stuck.
But when a dreamy stranger shows up on her family’s private
beach, claiming that it is his property—and that the year is 1925—Cass is swept
into a mystery a hundred years in the making. As she searches for answers in the
present, Cass discovers a truth that thrusts Lawrence’s life into jeopardy. It
won’t matter which century he is from if he won’t live to see
Desperate to save the boy who’s
come to mean everything to her, Cassandra must find a way to change history…or
risk losing Lawrence forever.

About the Author
Collins grew up on a beach in Hawaii. Sadly, she never met anyone from the past
on those shores, but she did go on to get a degree in History, which is almost
the same. She currently lives in Colorado with her
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Praise for Until We Meet Again
Mystery, romance, time
travel, and danger…this one has it all…Suspenseful, poignant, and romantic: well worth the
read.” —  Kirkus Reviews
“A hazy, romantic
mystery that might appeal to fans
of Nicholas Sparks.” —    School of Library Journal
“Until We Meet Again is tragically beautiful with twists
you won’t see coming.”—Martina Boone, author of Compulsion and the
Heirs of Watson Island trilogy
“A beach house, a mystery, and
time-travel love make Until We Meet Again a romantic, engaging read.”—Deb
Caletti, National Book Award Finalist for Honey, Baby,
Excerpt from UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN  
The beach is empty. In the fading glow of twilight, the waves roll
up to the rocks in sweeping curls of white foam. The sand glistens like wet
steel. The grass bends low in the briny night wind. Always changing, yet always
the same. I imagine the beach has looked like this since the beginning of
Stepping onto the soft terrain, I feel transported to some ancient
evening, eons ago. Long before my uncle claimed this land as his own. Long
before man even dared to taint these shores.
I wish the fleeting vision was true.
My gaze falls to the full moon’s reflection on the water. It’s broken
into shards on the black sea, tossed about with each wave. A small, white shape
catches my eye. It’s in the glare of the reflection, so I nearly miss it.
I step into the wave break. A seabird, dead and limp, is rolling back
and forth in the foam. Her wings are spread open, her white-and-brown-speckled
breast exposed.
I lift the small creature into my palm. What killed her? I
wonder. There’s no sign of injury. Did she drown in the sea? Pinching her
brittle, fragile leg gently between my fingers, I notice a small metal band
snapped around her ankle. The sight of it startles me. Examining it closer, I
catch the faint impression of numbers and letters etched into the band, but
something in me resists reading them. I can’t say why.
What does it matter, anyhow? The poor creature is dead. And she
reminds me that there is no going back. Time howls on, like the wind. And it is
not only weaker creatures like this bird that succumb to it. Even the strongest
man will fall before its crushing forward push.
I set the bird out into the water. As the tide pulls her away, I
accept this truth. Soon the summer will be over. Too soon.
Chapter 1
Date: July 8.
Days at my mom and stepdad’s new summer home: 22
Hours spent at the froufrou country club: 0
Hours spent on the fancy private beach: 0
Hours spent lying on the couch bemoaning my lack of a life: somewhere
in the 100s.
Number of times Mom has told me to make some new friends and stop
moping around: also somewhere in the 100s.
To paraphrase Shakespeare: Oh, for a muse of fire to convey how
utterly and completely bored I am.
Given the circumstances, it should be clear that I have no choice but
to try to sneak into my neighbors’ yard and swim in their pool at 2:00 a.m.
My two accomplices are less than ideal. Travis Howard and Brandon
Marks are local royalty of this ritzy, historic neighborhood slapped on the
coast of Massachusetts’s North Shore. Both have the classic all-American
look—tall, sparkling blue eyes, and a crop of blond hair that’s been gelled to
scientific levels of perfection. But given the circumstances, they’ll have to
Brandon can barely keep pace as we cut along the tailored brush that
adorns the Andersons’ back fence. Maybe because he’s too busy shooting nervous
glances behind us.
“We’re being followed,” he says.
Travis and I exchange a look.
“Chill out, dude,” Travis says.
I sigh. “Seriously. I didn’t pack my smelling salts, so try not to
Travis holds out his fist for a bump.
Brandon is resolute. “At the very least, we’re being watched. You
think these people don’t have security cameras?”
“No clue,” I say brightly.
“Well, that’s reassuring.”
“I try.”
I probably should have come on my own. Trouble is, I need a pair of
hands to boost me over the fence. My little brother, Eddie, couldn’t do it,
since he’s three. And for obvious reasons, I couldn’t ask Mom or Frank. That
left the only other person I knew here: Travis.
He and I met at a garden party. How bourgeois is that? I was so bored
I was ready to claw my eyes out. Then I saw this crazy guy doing a chair dance,
to the utter shock of the local hens, and I decided he might be okay. Travis is
pretty cool. He reminds me a little of my friend Jade back in Ohio. A delightful
troublemaker. Having Travis’s buddy Brandon tagging along, however, has proved
to be an unwelcome change of plans.
It’s late, but humidity still hangs in the air. Not as oppressive as
during the day, but enough to make the hair against my neck damp. Crickets chirp
loudly in the surrounding brush, which makes me uneasy somehow, as if their
incessant noise will draw attention to us. As if they’re crying, “Look! Look!
Look! Look!” to some unseen guard. Brandon’s nerves must be contagious.
Luckily, I spy the edge of the fence before I can dwell on my
uneasiness for too long.
“We made it,” I say.
Gripping the bars, I look for a good spot to grab midway up. Travis
helps me with the inspection.
“Right over here,” he says, motioning. “The ground’s a little higher
on the other side, and those bushes will break your fall.”
“Nice,” I say, impressed. “You have a lot of experience breaking into
private property?”
“Yeah, except we usually go for cash and high-value items. Breaking
in to go swimming should be a nice change of pace.”
I smirk and he gives me a Mr. Teen USA
“All right then,” I say. “Hoist me up.”
Brandon steps in between us. “Are we seriously doing this? You know,
your stepdad’s house has a huge private beach. If you want to swim so badly,
can’t we go there?”
“You’re missing the point, Brandon.”
“You never explained the point.”
“Only a fool asks to understand that which cannot be grasped,” I say,
pretending to quote some ancient philosopher.
Travis blinks. “Dude. That was deep.”
“I know, right?” I turn back to Brandon. “See? He gets it.”
“This is really stupid,” Brandon says, unamused.
I pull out my phone. “So, I guess you don’t want to be in the group
shot then?”
Travis comes to my side and puts his arm around me. “Sweet! Selfie
I hold out my phone, and he and I make an overly enthusiastic
thumbs-up pose.
Brandon folds his arms impatiently across his chest. “Can we get on
with this?”
“Well, look who’s eager to have some fun,” I say, giving him a hearty
slap on the back. “About time you came aboard.”
Brandon shakes his head and holds out his interlocked hands. Travis
stands across from him. Together, they form the perfect ladder. Pushing off of
their shoulders, I reach for the top of the fence. One push and my leg tips over
the edge.
“Got it!” I shout. Perched on the top of the wall, I survey my
target. The pool is lit, even with the Andersons away for the week, and it
gleams an appealing turquoise blue in the dark night. If I had time and my
stuff, I’d paint the scene. For now, however, an immersive, performance-art type
of scenario will have to suffice.
“Let’s do this,” I say, hopping onto the grass below. I land firmly
on my feet and unlatch the side gate.
Brandon remains frozen at the threshold. “Cass…”
“Let me guess. You don’t think this is such a good idea.”
Travis laughs. “Seriously, dude, don’t be such a pansy.”
He starts through the gate when Brandon grabs his arm. “Trav. You
know why we can’t.”
Travis says nothing, but a shadow crosses his expression. I frown.
When Travis doesn’t reply, Brandon exhales. “We could go to
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic—”
“No, seriously. We’re both…kind of on probation.”
He officially has my attention. “Explain.”
Travis shakes his head. “It’s not that big of a deal. Brandon’s
freaking out.”
“Then tell me,” I say.
His eyes shift away from mine. “It was me and Brandon and some of the
guys from the lacrosse team. One night a few weeks ago, we were a little drunk.
It was late. And we sort of…broke into a liquor store.”
Brandon scrambles to explain before I can react. “It wasn’t my idea.
We never would have done it—it was really stupid, okay? Anyway, we got caught,
but Austin’s dad pulled some strings and got us off with a warning.”
I nod slowly. “I see. So, you got Daddums to skirt the law for
“It’s not like that,” Travis says, but I can tell he’s really
Brandon sighs. “I can’t get into trouble. I’ve got a lacrosse
scholarship on the line, and my parents would murder me if I screwed that up.
Trav’s the same.”
I’m not sure which is more irritating, the sham justice system in
these ritzy areas or the fact that there’s actually a legitimate reason to cut
our little excursion short.
I fold my arms. “So after all this, we’re leaving?”
“I never said that,” Travis says, defensive.
Brandon glares. “Don’t be an idiot, Trav. It’s not worth it.”
I can tell by the look Brandon gives Travis that he actually means
not worth it. Irritation flares up in me.
“Well, I haven’t come all this way to wuss out now. You boys and your
lacrosse scholarships are free to go back home.”
“Fine,” Brandon says. “I’m out of here.”
He storms off without a glance back. Travis lingers, but I can tell
he’s seen the error of his ways and wants to go as well.
“Go ahead and leave,” I say. “I’m over the fence. I don’t need you
Travis sighs. “Brandon’s right. We should probably get out of
I plant my fists on my waist. “Nope. I’m going to swim.”
“Seriously, go. I can take it from here.”
“I’m not leaving you alone at two in the morning. It isn’t safe.”
I laugh. “How very gallant, Travis.”
“I’m serious. It isn’t safe.”
With only a smile, I turn and head for the pool. He calls my name in
a sharp whisper, but I ignore him.
Little garden lights illuminate the path and surround the flagstone
patio. The pool shimmers. You’ve got to hand it to the Andersons. They have a
nice place here.
I circle the pool thoughtfully, then dip one toe in the water. “Ideal
No simple entrance into the pool will do. It’s got to be diving board
or nothing. With determination, I march to the elaborate diving area and grip
the ladder.
Travis calls my name again. I glance over my shoulder with a sigh.
He’s in the shadows by the shrubs.
“You’re crazy,” he whisper-yells.
“Guilty as charged, Travis, my dear.” I blow him a kiss and climb the
diving-board ladder. My nerve ends tingle as I approach the long plank. It’s a
stupid little thing, but I feel more alive now than I have all summer.
“Okay. Here goes nothing. One…two…”
The porch lights snap on with the fury of midday sun. It startles me
so much that I throw my arms up to block it and almost fall backward into the
“All right, kids,” a man’s voice booms. “Fun’s over.”
Who knew an uber rich gated community would have twenty-four-hour
guards on staff? Oh wait. I knew. I just didn’t care.
A big man in a bouncer-type jacket strides in at the side of the
deck, right near where I entered. To my left, Travis flattens against the house.
Trapped. If he runs, the guard will notice for sure.
The beam of a high-powered flashlight blasts in my face.
“Get down from there.”
I shoot a look to the gently rippling pool water, then to Travis,
then back to the guard. He’s clearly not in the mood to screw around.
Something about this situation feels so symbolic of this whole
summer. There I was, about to plunge into that film internship in New York. Or
go to  Paris with Jade. Or maybe the acting camp. I hadn’t really decided.
Either way, I was ready to start living and get out of Nowhereville, Ohio. And
what happens?
Mom and Frank get the crazy idea to rent a beach house in
Massachusetts. And because Frank can work remotely with his finance job, they
don’t rent it for a week like a normal family. They rent it for the entire
summer. And of course, they insist on dragging me and Eddie down with them. To
sit on my butt all day and to go to garden luncheons.
“Where are the two guys I saw you with?” the guard calls out.
Cameras. Of course there are cameras. The beam of the flashlight cuts
from me to scan the yard. Travis’s whole body tenses, and a  wash of guilt
passes over me. As much as I initially wrote him off as a rich jock, I actually
kind of like the guy. He’s been cool and willing to play along with my
ridiculous little shenanigans. I can’t let him suffer serious, long-lasting
Meeting Travis’s eyes, I mouth the word “go” and then wave to the
security guard with both arms. “It’s just me, big guy. Me and my lonesome.”
The flashlight snaps up to me. My pulse races. What I’m doing, I’m
not exactly sure. But the recklessness feels good.
“I thought I saw someone else,” the guard says.
He starts to pull the light away to search the yard. I have to act
quickly. Drawing in a breath, I pull my sundress over my head and toss it on the
patio. For a single, humiliating moment, the guard’s flashlight illuminates my
red bra and underwear for all the world to see. Travis better be halfway home by
The guard’s voice is calm but laden with warning. “Miss…”
“Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!”
Drawing in a breath, I give one good bounce on the diving board, leap
into the air, form the perfect swan position, and plunge into the water.

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