Last Man Standing is a romantic historical fiction that involves time travel. It is one of six stories in the Bending Time Anthology from Crazy Ink releasing August 24, 2019.

How far will you go for love?

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Time moves on.
The hands of the clock never stop – not even when the battery runs out or fate wills us to forget.
It is in the inevitable forward motion of time that we learn and try to remember.
But what happens when we go back?
Are the lessons taught or events that transpire forever altered?
What changes? What repeats? What ends and what begins?
Join us as we bend time in this multi-genre anthology in an attempt to unwind the very hands of time…

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Stephanie Ayers

Stephanie Ayers is an international bestselling author who writes speculative fiction, where horror and fantasy collide. A self-proclaimed word whisperer, she is a unicorn disguised as a human living in southwestern Ohio and a member of the Ohio Writers Association. She mothers her children and avoids all things housework and zombies. When she isn’t doing any of these things, she can be found browsing thrift stores and flea markets with her husband, attending football games with her son, or binging on TV shows.
Her debut novella, Til Death Do Us Part, was published in 2013, and her work appears in several anthologies and collections, notably Absolution, Flash Fiction Addiction, and the upcoming Bending Time. She currently has two serials to her name, the stand-alone horror volumes of The 13 series and her new high fantasy, the Destiny Defined series, which debuted March 7, 2019.

Her favorite quote is: “The blank page is a canvas on which the writer paints a story.”-Stephanie Ayer

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Sneak Peek

“I brought you a present, Boss. This here’s ‘Red.’ I found her by the wagon, and she asked for you,” Hoss said.

Kane removed his hat and offered Claire a sweeping bow, while a smirk played along the edges of his plump lips.

“A present indeed, Hoss. Why don’t you and One-Eyed Jack tend to them horses and leave me and the pretty lady alone for a bit?”

Hoss nodded and took off. Kane let his eyes drift over Claire, whistling all the while. “You look like my sister only with red hair instead of brown.” Disappointment laced his words.

“I’m Claire Hawkins, and I’m not your sister.”

“That’s a good thing, Miss Hawkins. I’m not much on brotherly relations. You’re awfully brave to want to see me. Don’t you know who I am?”

Claire nodded and stepped closer. She resisted the urge to touch him.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said.

“You should be.”