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SUSAN SLOATE
AWARD-WINNING, BESTSELLING AUTHOR/PUBLISHER

SUSAN SLOATE AWARD-WINNING, BESTSELLING AUTHOR/PUBLISHERSUSAN SLOATE AWARD-WINNING, BESTSELLING AUTHOR/PUBLISHERSUSAN SLOATE AWARD-WINNING, BESTSELLING AUTHOR/PUBLISHER

Where were you the day Kennedy was saved?

FORWARD TO CAMELOT

By Susan Sloate & Kevin Finn | Historical Time-Travel Thriller

RETURN TO A VANISHED WORLD in this new edition of the beloved time-travel thriller.


October 2000


Soap-opera actress Cady Cuyler knows she isn’t brave or adventurous—that’s Sheila, the EMT she plays on TV. But after a profound tragedy disrupts her life, Cady is offered an incredible opportunity: to go back in time and recover the Bible used to swear in Lyndon Johnson as president on November 22, 1963--just hours after President Kennedy was assassinated. It was lost on that day and its value as an historic artifact would be literally beyond price.


To succeed, she must enter the Dallas of the past, a city teeming with dark secrets, danger, and the man who plans to kill the president when he visits. For the first time in her life, Cady can live an adventure more daring than anything Sheila ever faced—and maybe rewrite her own destiny.


But in changing the past, one wrong move could seal the fate of a nation—and cost Cady her life. As she races against time, she must finally risk it all: her safety, her family, and the chance to become the heroine of her own story.


Time can be altered. Lives can be altered.


History can be altered...

Kindle: $6.99

Paperback: $17.99

What Readers Are Saying

"This is a fantastic book. I could not put it down for long; the story moves at a great pace and really keeps the readers' interest... The whole story fascinated me. I have thought of some of the situations approached in Forward to Camelot and it was so interesting to see the way the authors played them out."


                                                            — Justnora, Amazon Reviewer

"What a great premise! Authors Finn and Sloate take us on a time-warping trip that changes the outcome of a tragedy and history. 

The book does an excellent job of setting the stage and hooking the reader into the journey. From there, we engage into double-crossing and a crew of characters who do not behave as we might expect. Well done!"


                                                             — Kim Townsel, Amazon Reviewer 

"...The style of the novel is fast paced thriller, well researched, with strong political themes and a plausible plot driven by known facts. The prose is direct and doesn't hang about to describe the colour of the flowers in the Rose Garden. It is refreshing to read a book driven by a female character who is not simply out and about looking for love..."


                                                         — Ron Taylor, Amazon Reviewer 

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"Forward to Camelot grabbed my attention from the first page and never let go. Forward to Camelot was a fast-paced read that kept me hanging on for more with each turn of the page...Forward to Camelot was a very interesting story. I have been fascinated with John F. Kennedy for many years..."


                                                             — Nancy Allen, Amazon Reviewer 



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Excerpt

    Then came the moment they had all waited for. Hundreds of heads leaned forward

in anticipation.

     Air Force One touched down lightly and taxied to the reception area. Airport

personnel rolled portable steps to the passenger doors, set high in the side of the plane,

and the door swung open. Aides and Secret Servicemen deplaned swiftly.

     There was a pause. Nothing happened.

     Then there was a stir at the door, and a flash of pink, and a roar went up from the

waiting crowd.

     The First Lady, in her lovely pink suit, short white gloves and pink pillbox hat, stood at

the open door, and smiled automatically toward the fence, where the crowd had exploded

into cheers and waves. Behind her, the President, in his elegant dark suit, striped shirt

and figured blue tie, smiled and waved. The glare and heat of the Dallas sunlight was

overpowering, but they looked cool, poised and genuinely pleased to be there.

     Talk about star power.

     They moved graciously through the official reception line—where Mrs. Kennedy

smilingly accepted an armful of blood-red roses—then made their way, as I knew they

would, toward the waiting crowds behind the fence.

     It was eerie to be living through this moment now, just as it was happening, the

dashing young President and his beautiful wife in her unblemished suit, with the matching

pillbox hat set lightly back on her dark hair just a few feet away. The crowd roared

and waved, cameras clicking endlessly. A tall, lean Secret Service agent shadowed the

President.

     Working his way through the crowd, Lee followed the President’s movements,

pulling me along behind him. “Stay close!” he insisted.

     The President’s driver eased the convertible toward the fence, to be ready when the

President finally decided to leave his admirers. Kennedy was coming to the end of the

fence. There wouldn’t be another chance. Lee was leaning toward Mrs. Kennedy, who

was moving slowly along the fence.

     I reached out for the Secret Serviceman next to the President. “Secret Service!” I

yelled.

     Involuntarily, the man’s eyes flicked to me. He could see I had nothing suspicious in

my hands. “Don’t let him get in the car!” I shouted, trying desperately to be heard above

the roar of the crowd. “Don’t let him—”

     The Secret Serviceman, unable to hear me and uninterested, was moving away, his

eyes trained on the President once again. I reached out and grabbed frantically at his

sleeve and managed to yank him back.

     I had to tell him. He could stop it, but only if he knew.

     He hadn’t expected anyone to grab him. I had pulled him off-balance, my strength

increased by my terror.

     He fell back a step from the President, then two, then three, as the President,

not noticing, moved toward his wife and the admirers at the other end of the fence.

Meanwhile, I was transfixed by what was happening down there; I didn’t say anything

more to the Secret Service agent because I couldn’t stop staring in that direction.

     Lee had a fixed smile on his face and was calling out to Mrs. Kennedy, pushing

through the crowd to the top of the fence. For a moment, he hung precariously there, then

leaped lightly down, to land right in front of the First Lady.

     With a little laugh of surprise, she jerked back instinctively.

     Lee removed his cap with one hand. I thought it was a gesture of exaggerated

courtesy. So did Mrs. Kennedy: she started to smile and reach out a hand to him.

     When his hand came down from his head, it was holding a revolver. He pointed it

straight at her head.

     The President saw it, and his eyes widened in horror.

     The Secret Serviceman behind him couldn’t see it; his view was blocked by the

President, and I had unwittingly distracted him by trying to get his attention.

     The President, only a few feet from his wife, was at her side before anyone else

could move.

     “Put down the gun, Lee,” he said calmly. Even in this moment of maximum pressure,

he recognized Lee and remembered his name.

     “Get in the car,” Lee retorted. “Now, Mr. President—or your wife gets it.”


       Co-Author Kevin Finn

                         Co-Author Kevin Finn


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