Timeless
Beginnings
Publisher: Books
to Go Now
Release Date: July 29th, 2016
Genre: Time
Travel Romance
Word Count: 30k
Heat Level: 3 Flames
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.)
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Excerpt
“I’ll do or
say whatever you wish, illegal or not.” Leonora steeled her spine as the words
tore up her throat. “I thought you trusted me. What can I do to earn it?”
Rodger ate up
the distance between them with three long strides and shackled her wrist in his
large hand like a manacle. She stumbled toward him. Tension permeated the air
around him in waves of red-hot heat.
“Have you
heard of the CIA, Leonora? The Central Intelligence Agency?”
“No, I have no
idea what that is.”
“What can you
tell me about the communist activities and alliances in this country?”
“Nothing. I
don’t know. What kind of questions are these? What are you talking about?”
His head
tilted to one side and his lips thinned. Rodger stared at her with a long, hard
gaze even as she squirmed, the steel in her spine gone. Stress lined his face
and the tendon in his neck throbbed against his skin like a tic. Minutes
passed, or maybe just seconds, and air whizzed out through his nostrils. The
anger in his face seemed to drain and he somehow looked older.
“How can this
be? You told me the truth about everything.” He stepped back and stroked his
fingers up her arm. “Though you squirmed under my gaze, you did so after you answered me and only because I
intimidated you. You didn’t once respond with a typical facial or verbal nuance
to indicate you lied. I feel the truth of your words in my gut and in my soul.”
“I haven’t
once lied to you.”
“I just—I
don’t understand. This is so unbelievable. I wish you could provide me with
some kind of undeniable proof you’re from the past.”
“As do I,
Rodger.”
“If we do
this, you’ll stay with me until I decide otherwise. I’ll protect you. I’ll kiss
you and touch you. You should know that right away. I respect you, Leonora, but
I’m not a strong enough man to deny my desire for you indefinitely. I won’t
bear my frustration and keep my distance anymore. Do you understand what I
mean? I need to lay with you, again
and again, with no regrets. Do you accept those terms?”
Rich honey
poured into his every word, every syllable, and wrapped around her like a sweet
promise. Blood thundered in Leonora’s ears and her lungs expanded with air to
the point they might burst. The longing in his eyes scorched her.
Caught like a
fly in a spider’s web, she nodded, her voice gone.
“Tell me,
dearest. I need to hear the words.”
“Yes. Yes, I
accept.”
About the Author
Writing is the fruit to happiness.
Amber Daulton lives her life by that one belief even
though she normally isn’t so Zen.
As a fan of contemporary, paranormal and historical
romance novels alike, she can’t get enough of feisty heroines and alpha heroes.
Her mind is a wonderland of 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 people jabber away in her head
and it’s hard to shut them up? Write! Nothing else works.
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