Carol Ann Kauffman's VISION and VERSE : TIMELESS HONOR by Amber Daulton

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

TIMELESS HONOR by Amber Daulton

Dear Gentle Readers,
This morning we have the cover reveal for Amber Daulton's new time travel romance, Timeless Honor.

Jaye Ramsey decided to prove to her eccentric grandmother that time travel only existed in movies by vacationing in Bolivia with her friends.

When she woke up in Hawksatter, England, 1735—the same town her grandmother supposedly vanished from as a young woman—Jaye found refuge at a hunting lodge but the strapping, reclusive baron who took her in reminded her all too well she was a lone woman at his mercy.

Accused of murdering his newly-wedded wife a decade earlier, Lord Lucas Kenway closed the family farm and shut out the world. He never expected the little spitfire he claimed responsibility for would turn his quiet life upside down.

Pushed together by fate and his meddling servants, Lucas wanted Jaye on his own terms and refused to surrender his hardened heart.

Then a mysterious wise man offered Jaye a way home.Should she return to the future and the only life she’d ever known, or stay in an uncertain past as a stranger in a new world?

Tears burned in her eyes and her strong façade crumbled. “I’m dreaming. I fell down a rabbit hole and hit my head. Now I’m in the middle of a strange, vivid dream. A wonderland. Yeah, that explains it.”
“I assure you, madam, this is no dream.”

A hysterical laugh crawled up her throat. “Madam? Why are you so proper and polite all of a sudden? Call me Jaye.” She stomped toward the trunk, pulled her cell phone out of her purse and then held the device up in every corner for a signal. Lucas’s eyebrows arched to his hairline as she climbed up on a table to reach the ceiling beams, but she didn’t care how crazy she looked or acted. Jaye hopped back down and opened a web browser but the page wouldn’t load. She tried to track her location via GPS but a ‘Location Not Found/No Satellite Access’ window popped up on the screen. Vomit rose in her throat and she shoved the phone back in her purse. “This is one messed-up dream. Real men like you aren’t this hot, even if you are a little scruffy.”

Lucas pressed his palms to his face. “I’m rather comfortable, not hot.”

Another laugh escaped her mouth. She stumbled backward toward the fireplace, but the stranger grabbed her arm and pulled her to him before she hit the mantel. Jaye tripped over her feet and landed hard against his chest. His arms wrapped around her as though to keep her steady. Her laughter died. His chest and arms felt too real, too warm and strong, and his brown eyes deepened like pools of melted chocolate as he stared at her.

She gulped. “You’re real, aren’t you?”

He gripped her forearms and easily set her away from him. “Flesh and blood.”

Jaye wiped away her tears, grateful he didn’t try to comfort her. “I have one more question, but you’ll think I’m crazy.”

“You haven’t proven yourself sane in the least, so please do.”

Her cheeks heated. “That’s probably true from your point-of-view.” She forced air down her throat and breathed out through her nose. “What year is it?”

Lucas frowned. “It’s 1735 in the reign of King George the Second.”

“Oh God.”

Writing is the fruit to happiness.

Amber Daulton lives her life by that one belief even though she normally isn’t so Zen.

Author of six novellas, she published her first book in 2012 and hopes to publish countless more in the future. As a fan of contemporary, paranormal and historical novels alike, she can’t get enough of feisty heroines and alpha heroes. Her mind is a wonderland of romance and adventure, laughter and awesome ways of kicking a guy when he’s down. She probably wouldn’t be too sane without her computer and notebooks. After all, what’s a girl to do when there are people jabbering away in her head and it’s hard to shut them up? Write! Nothing else works.