Julie Cross

A blog post from Julie Cross:

I wanted my exclusive content to not be a spoiler for those who haven’t read Tempest but also somewhat interesting material for those have read the book.

So, I’ve included an entry from the diary of Holly Flynn, my main character Jackson Meyer’s main love interest in the trilogy. Holly’s diary entries are not part of the actual series. It was more of a writing exercise gone mad for me and now the page count is well on it’s way to 400 pages. This entry falls the day after Jackson and Holly had their first kiss (which is a scene included in Tempest). If you check out my YouTube channel, I've actually recorded myself reading the first three entries in Holly’s diary. (also see below)

Just a little set up: These entries written by Holly take place during her final months of high school and the summer when she takes a camp counselor position, computing from New Jersey to NYC everyday where she meets fellow counselor and Upper East Sider and secret time traveler, Jackson Meyer.

An exclusive deleted scene from Tempest that was removed but referenced in the 2nd to last chapter. A few readers have asked Julie about the "picture of Jackson and Holly on the beach" that Jackson looks at just before calling Holly and saying his final goodbye to her. 

In Tempest, it has Jackson, his dad and Holly deciding to go on the boat the following day and then it jumps to noon the next day and they're getting on the boat. But before that the couple spent some time on the beach talking . . .

An exclusive glimpse at Jackson Meyer's Agent training diary from Vortex . . .

Tempest Agent Training Diary

17 March 2009 Location: Unknown. Somewhere in the Middle East

Adam,

I’m still keeping this journal for you even though I’ll probably never give it to you. It’s better if I don’t, but sometimes life doesn’t go how I want it to, and if I’ve learned anything from you, it’s to be prepared for the worst. I’m keeping it safe in a lockbox given to me by Dr Melvin that only opens with my fingerprints. 

The desert sucks. Hot as hell during the day, cold at night. I’m sharing a tent with a seventeen-year-old whose first training assignment was to collate a file on every girl I’d ever dated. Awkward. I can’t imagine myself being interested in any of them now – it’s like a different person lived that part of my life.

Learned the Tempest mission statement today, though I doubt they have a brochure to advertise this on: ‘Tempest is devoted to protecting the world from the alterations of

our past, present and future through unnatural or unethical methods. When dealing with technological advancements, Tempest is also looking out for the best interest of not only the American people, but the human race.’