Hayden Lane is a romance writer obsessed with James Tavistock, the hero of her latest novel.  Her fascination with the character and his life drives away her fiancé and slowly she becomes immersed in her unfinished novel to the extent that she believes that Jamie is the only man for her.

On an impulse she visits a mind reading psychic named Nora who unknowingly convinces Hayden that Jamie is not only real, he is her soul mate, and destined to be with her three lives from the present one.

Faced with this dilemma Hayden does what any modern woman, used to getting her own way, would do.  She decides that she is not going to wait three life times, she is going to find him in this one!

But this task is not as easy as it seems.  Hayden does not know what form he has taken, nor does she know where in the world he is.  And most distressing of all they are both cursed to remain apart in this lifetime.

Using the curse as a starting point Hayden decides that she will find a way to break this curse and under regression hypnosis (against the advice of Nora) she travels into the past, and the body of Lady de Grey.

In the body of Catherine she finds herself married to her soul mate, Lord Tavistock, who is about to divorce Catherine in favour of another woman.

During this part of the novel both Catherine and Hayden occupy the same body and Hayden soon realises that Catherine is as much a victim of the curse as she herself is.  Neither of them seem destined to have their soul mate.

Deciding that the only way to get back to the 20th century is to be hypnotised again she goes to an Edwardian mesmerist who sends her back.  Only not to the 20th century, back to the beginning of her lives.

The story of their lives is relayed in Part 2.  A pure love story of two souls who are manipulated by those around them as they struggle to remain together.  Neither can live without the other and their story is as romantic as it is tragic as we discover the curses of both Callie and Talis that have lasted through time to the present day.

I used to write and draw about a person, very much like Ben, when I was a kid.  I had just met him while reading this book.  This story hit very close to home with me.  I can still read it over and over and over.


Then there is the song LUCKY by BIF NAKED.

This hit home with me one night in the PICU, when Sam was lying there motionless, the vent breathing for her.  It was late and I had the door closed and the CD player loud, trying to drown out my pain to music.  (I had this song on a CD)

I never really listened to the words before.  Obviously take out the lover references, but most of it just hit home.  I was lucky.  She was alive.  She almost died.  I was lucky.  I ached.  I wanted to die for her.  But I was lucky.  She was going to get better.  And the pain of everything hit me like a mack truck. 

So I sat there, singing to her as loud as I could, with tears pouring down my face.  To this day, even thinking about that song makes me cry - not a little, but a lot.

The lyrics...