Lacking motivation for her next historical romance novel, Tilly Fletcher embarks on a spontaneous road trip to an abandoned Tasmanian 19th century cottage. Inside, she is drawn to an old oil painting hung above the fireplace, painted by the original cottage owner over a hundred years ago. Moments later, after touching the painting, Tilly is overcome by sickness and finds herself no longer in 2019, but suddenly standing inside the cottage in 1869 - and gets caught by the cottage owner, a disgruntled Nicholas Clay. Did she really travel 150 years into the past or is it all just a dream? Can she find her way back to her own time? This certainly isn't the motivation Tilly was looking for... Or is it?