WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY KENNEDY WAS SAVED?

History can be altered …

On November 22, 1963, just hours after President John F. Kennedy’s assassination, his personal Bible was used to swear in Lyndon Johnson as president aboard Air Force One. Immediately afterwards, the Bible disappeared. It has never been recovered. Today, its value would be beyond price. Cady Cuyler, a soap-opera actress in the year 2000, is commissioned to hunt for this Bible – and at the same time find answers to a tantalizing mystery in her own past by traveling back to Dallas of 1963. What she learns there leads to a far more perilous mission: She must somehow save JFK from assassination, with the help of only one ally: A courageous ex-Marine named Lee Harvey Oswald.

FORWARD TO CAMELOT is the story of a time-travel mission that changes history. In these pages live a gallant president and a young patriot who risks his life to save his Commander-in-Chief. It is a rare opportunity to re-visit an era that once was, and dream of an America that might have been.

SUSAN SLOATE has published eleven young-adult books, including three biographies and a baseball book, and novels about whitewater rafting, Olympic dressage and jockey school. She has optioned two screen works, written an informational script for McGraw-Hill Films, and did sports reporting from Dodger Stadium. While researching this book, she met her husband at a JFK assassination symposium in Chicago. In 1994, she wrote & directed a one-act play, which premiered in Oak Park, Illinois. She now lives outside Charleston, South Carolina.

KEVIN FINN began writing as a sports and news writer-producer for a New York cable television outlet, and has worked as a script reader/analyst for the prestigious American Film Institute. FORWARD TO CAMELOT is his first novel. He lives in New Jersey.

The man in the doorway was yawning, and his bright chestnut hair, threaded with gray, was tousled. He wore half glasses down on his nose and held a thick typewritten report in one hand. His silk tie was pulled down, his white shirt was rumpled. His eyes, though bloodshot, focused on us politely.

I was face to face with President John F. Kennedy.

He looked at us, puzzled. Looked around the empty hallway. The agents he was accustomed to seeing were missing.

I knew if I didn’t speak that I’d never have another chance, but I couldn’t think of a thing to say. The President looked at us, raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. President, my name is Cady Cuyler.” Beside me, I felt Lee start at the words. “I’ve come a long way to speak to you. Please, it’s very urgent.”

He was still puzzled. “Where’s my Secret Service detail?”

I took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. ”They’re out drinking at a nightclub called The Cellar, here in Fort Worth. They left a couple of Fort Worth firemen to guard you. We got rid of them. Your agents won’t get in till very late tonight.”

Kennedy looked down at me. His eyes were a bit brighter, though it was now close to 2 a.m.  He looked over at Lee, who gave him a tense smile, and stood almost at military attention. He looked back at me and asked quietly, “And how do you know this?”

It was time. His hand was on the doorknob. Almost imperceptibly, he was inching it shut. 

I took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to believe me.” I waited; he waited too.  But he was listening; I still had a chance.

“I’m from the future. I don’t live in Dallas in 1963. I live in New York in the year 2000. And I’m here to warn you, and save you if I can. If you don’t listen to me now … you’re going to die in less than 12 hours.”