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Blurb
Leonora Harris fled her newly
wedded husband’s home in Georgian England, 1725, and took shelter in a cave
during a rainstorm. She woke up in a cold, barren land and a handsome stranger
with a mechanical carriage offered her shelter.
Undercover American operative
Rodger Ramsey never expected to find a runaway bride in the magnificent Salar de Uyuni. Assigned to Bolivia to
investigate Communist activities, he just wrapped up his two-year mission in
1963 and followed his heart to the salt flats one last time.
Sparks flew and attraction
sizzled. The lost, stubborn woman kicked his protective instincts into
overdrive. Rodger took her home with him, determined to help her before he
returned to the States, and Leonora flourished under his guidance. Their hearts
intertwined. He wanted her, needed her, but could he truly love a woman who
believed she jumped two hundred years in time?
Will they find a way to stay
together, despite the obstacles between them, or will Leonora survive in this
strange new world alone?
(Author’s Note - This is a prequel to Timeless Honor, a time travel romance with Rodger and Leonora’s granddaughter, but can be read as a standalone.)
Excerpt
“May I make a
suggestion about your clothes?”
Rodger’s soft
plea drew her attention. He stood in front of her, she didn’t even see him move
around the coffee table, and he reached out as though to stroke a few tendrils
of damp hair away from her face. Heat curled in her womb, her heart skipped a
beat, but he stepped back before contact and clasped his hands at his sides.
“Certainly.”
Leonora swallowed hard to steady her voice as she glanced down at the thick
bands of braided yarn and ribbon woven into the skirt. “Is something the
matter?”
“You should
tuck in your shirt. That’s how the native Bolivian women wear it.”
“Oh?” She
turned away from him for a modicum of privacy, grasped the hem and sucked in
her stomach to push the excessive fabric beneath the waistband of the skirt.
“Is this right?”
A low hiss
echoed behind her. Rodger clasped her waist with his strong hands and held her
still as she tried to face him. Delicious warmth enveloped her despite the
thick cotton between them and his fingers trailed from her waist to the small
of her back. She gasped as he grazed her bare skin, his touch seared her, and
he tucked the back half of her shirt into the skirt.
“Th—thank
you,” Leonora stuttered as she peeked at him over her shoulder.
“Face me,
dearest.” He turned her gently around in the cage of his arms until she stared
up into his eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
Air thundered
through her lungs and not even a hurricane could propel her away from him. She
yearned for the heat of his kiss, the feel of his skin against hers, but Rodger
likely considered her too young. Several of her friends back home already
married, their husbands were little more than strangers to some of them before
they wed, but Leonora didn’t expect a declaration of matrimony from Rodger.
Despite her uncertain situation and future, she only wanted to experience
pleasure in his arms.
The want
embarrassed her, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
“I’m shocked
you like your new clothes.” His voice sounded as rough as a carriage that
traveled on a gravel road. “None of the women in those magazines wore clothes
like this.”
“I noticed
that, but the fashions in England aren’t the same in France, Spain or anywhere
else. Each country has its own style of dress. Isn’t Bolivia the same?”
His throat
bobbed. “Yes, very much so.”
She braced her
hands on his chest, his wool sweater cushy under her palms, and she traced one
of the ribbed designs from his broad shoulder to his hard stomach. Strength
coiled beneath the surface, his body thick and solid, and his chest heaved
under her exploration. She slowly lifted the hem of his sweater but Rodger
grasped her hand and pulled it back.
“Yes?” Leonora
licked her dry lips and could barely breathe as he teased his fingers up and
down her spine in a slow caress.
“I can’t do
this, Leonora.”
“Because of my
age?”
“No, because
of mine.” Buy Links
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Interesting bit here. What about his age makes a difference?
ReplyDeleteI'm curious about his age. Is he immortal?
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