A voodoo practicing rival sends super model Sandra Selente, known as Selena, back in time. As she descends a staircase modeling a period gown, she steps into an 1845 Quadroon ballroom and is mistaken as a woman seeking a protector. With her tan, Selena has to prove she's not a slave.

James Baptiste would love to upset his estranged family and when he sees Selena, he announces that they are engaged. James brings Selena to the renowned voodoo priestess, Marie Laveau, who explains her time-traveling and gives her magic seeds to count and cast when she is bidden to return to her own time.

Making the best of the situation, Selena teaches the slaves modern beauty techniques and starts exercise classes. Along the way, she also falls for James and his plantation.

FRANKLY, MY DEAR, a take off on Selena's fantasies about Rhett Butler and Gone With the Wind, is pleasant and funny. But both Selena and James accept her fate too easily, with little protest or disbelief, making it difficult for some time-travel fans to accept. (July, 390 pp., $4.99)

Reviewed by: 
Cyndie Dennis-Greer