The Evolution of a Scar

Jordan
I hated my scars. They were a symbol of everything that was wrong in my life.
Everything changed when I met psychic Molly Welch. She claimed that I could have a do-over. I would get to change the story of my life.
I didn’t believe her at first, but then I found myself in downtown Omaha of 1958.
Now that I was here, I was going to take it all back.
I was going to find and end the man who destroyed my life before he had the chance to do it.
I had no idea what was just around the corner.
Molly said that once I’d fixed everything, my journey in the past would end and it would hurt. I didn’t believe that either.
I should have.

James
When I wasn’t working, I was at the gym. No matter how big I bulked up, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it wasn’t enough. I was damaged. I had saved myself for the right girl, but after Korea, I was afraid that day would never come.
Jordan walked into Archie’s bar looking for work and lit a spark of hope in my life.
When an all too familiar episode of panic left her crumpled on the floor, I scooped her up in my big arms and promised I’d chase all of her monsters away. I meant it.

Archie
There was nothing wrong with my attitude. I couldn’t help that I was right. Human beings were terrible.
My father was a dark void in a fancy suit. My ex-fiancé was Satan in a Tiffany’s bracelet. They both tried to break me and failed. I was as stubborn as an ox and was going to do things my way…
Then Jordan came along. She mouthed off to me at a diner, and I knew I was in trouble. At first, I thought she was another pawn in my father’s scheme, but then she had a breakdown at my bar.
My father doesn’t deal in damaged goods.
If he didn’t send her to manipulate me, then what was her angle? She was hiding something. It was only a matter of time before I figured it out.

Guy
Jordan was a short, sassy, delicious little “human being”. She’s actually a Martian. She basically admitted it to me.
Anyway, I loved her. I loved her face. Her laugh. Her body. Her mind. I knew it the moment I saw her.
In fact, I asked her to marry me. She laughed. Rudely. Then, she asked me what my name was.
Obviously, I was going to be pissed if the universe didn’t give me another chance to ask my girl if she’d marry me. I needed another chance. I needed to talk to her again. I needed to see her again.
I couldn’t just not see Jordan. That… That wasn’t how this was all supposed to go.
After everything we’d been through, after everyone I’d lost, after the family we built… It couldn’t just end.
I needed my happily ever after. I needed my person. We were supposed to get fat together.

A note from the author:
The Evolution of a Scar is a romance novel with 1 FMC and 3 MCs who are all committed to each other. There is time travel. Although it is a very important part of the story, it’s dealt with very lightly.
This book does have a HEA.
No other woman drama. No cruelty within the circle. There is a little resistance with one MC but it is resolved quickly. The