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Book Two of the Glimpse Time Travel
Series
Trickster muse sisters, Clio and Erato,
kidnap genealogist Fleur Anpao and dump her in the seventeenth
century. Even though Fleur has never been to Scotland, let alone the
Highlands, and feels like a modern-day fish out of an ancient loch,
the muses have a plan. What it is remains to be ambiguous—they are
mischievous muses, after all, and can’t just tell her. Though the
logical genealogist wants nothing more than to return home, there’s
something about this time and rough land that feels somehow familiar.
And there’s something about Duncan MacKay—so strong, so brutally
handsome, and so distracting.
As a mercenary for long years, Duncan
has seen many things. But never in his life has he seen the likes of
Fleur: more beautiful than any woman he could have imagined. It
doesn’t matter she insists she’s from another time, or that she’s
too far out of reach for a common man like him. He’s drawn to her
intelligence and wicked sense of humor. However, Cromwell’s reign
threatens anarchy, clan rivalries reach a peak, and a laird’s
younger brother vies for her attention. He can hardly protect her
from his county’s bedlam, let alone convince her he’s the better
man. And if he does, will the bonny time traveler stay with him?
Making matters worse, a god wreaks
havoc, or has fun as he calls it, with Clio and Erato’s mortals.
The two firecracker time stewards might have to set down their
margaritas for this glimpse!
Excerpt:
Looking over his
shoulder, he saw the crowd of recruits still far off.
Laird MacKay had
asked for Duncan by name to help train the new troops, since the
laird’s brother, Rory, was new to the captaincy. New to military
life in general. Duncan had been the obvious choice because he’d
been a soldier then a soldier of fortune, for a decade and a-half.
And now was the time when Himself needed soldiers. Ah, hell, was
there ever a time when soldiers wouldn’t be needed? After Cromwell
had burnt through Scotland, the chiefs and lairds kept speaking of
revenge. Reciprocity, they’d said. What the hell did they know if
they hadn’t lost one of their own, say, a younger brother with
sparkling mischievous green eyes?
Jesus Christ, what
was wrong with him for thinking such things again?
He shook his head,
startled upon seeing orange flames from the corner of his eye. After
a second look, he realized he was standing less than ten feet from a
small fire right at the entrance of the cave, wondering how he
couldn’t have seen it when he first arrived. But it was the sight
beyond the sparks that entranced him, sitting so still he thought
mayhap she was a statue. But eventually one side of her full pink
lips curled up in a . . . Jesus, what a smile.
“Hi,” she said.
Her voice was melodious and fluid, as if she’d just woken.
It seemed to take
him an eternity, but finally he said, “Hello.”
“It’s probably
illegal to have this fire, huh?”
Fire? What fire?
All he could do was stare at her. He’d never seen a woman so
beautiful in all his life. She was dressed in black, yet nothing like
he’d ever seen before. But she—her—Lord Almighty, from her
blackest black hair to her tiny nose and those full pink lips, she
was wildly exotic. Her eyes shone back at him, sparkling like onyx.
As much as she wore black, even her dark coloring, she glowed as if
she were made from heaven’s own light.
Mayhap she was an
angel.
“Am I in big
trouble for the fire?”
He had to shake
himself to gain access to some part of his mind that could function
and speak.
“Nay.”
Brilliant. He sounded just this side of idiotic.
God, then she did
it again. She smiled. It widened and brightened, and Duncan felt his
solar plexus explode with something he’d thought long dead.
“You seem . . .
cold. Want to join me?”
Before he could
even think, he was walking toward her. He sat right beside her too,
not even a thought about circumstances or consequences, just staring.
Couldn’t be helped. Couldn’t stop himself if he’d wanted to.
And, oh, how he didn’t want to.
She kept her eyes
on him, her smile shifting to warm and welcoming. For a long moment
she searched his face, then glanced about his linen shirt. He’d
forgotten he was drenched. With a quick glance, he noticed his goose
bumps and nipples peaking out from his nearly translucent white
shirt. He may as well have been naked from the waist up. Thank the
Lord, his brown, heavy plaid was thick and didn’t reveal as much.
That was when he realized he sat cross-legged, as she did. Oh, her
legs. Yet again he couldn’t stop from staring at her long limbs,
clad in black shiny trews that left precious little to the
imagination.
“I’m Fleur.
Fleur Anpoa.”
Pretty name. He
almost let the words trip out of his mouth, as though he was a
bumbling lad. “Duncan,” was all he could stammer. Aye, that was
much better.
“You live around
here, Duncan?” Her accent was lovely—definitely not Scottish,
from the Highlands or the Low, but not quite English either.
“Aye.” Damn it
all, say something more. Helpless, he gazed at her, while she looked
deeply into his eyes.
She smiled widely
and arched a perfect black brow. “Not a man of many words, hmm?”
Well, if she were
in his head, and already he knew a part of her was, then she would
know his mind was amuck with too many words, too many . . . feelings.
No, that wasn’t quite right. Of his sentiments he felt only
two—curiosity, and an animalistic sense he knew only during battle.
But this—this was different. This wasn’t mere desire, for he knew
what that felt like. This other feeling was magnetic and too powerful
for him to make much sense of. All he knew was he wanted to sit with
her for the next eon or so.
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Bio
for Red:
As a military historian by day,
sometimes Red does feel a bit clandestine when she writes romance at
night. No one knows that while she researches heroes of the past and
present, she uses everything for her characters in her books. Her
secret's been safe . . . until now.
Oh, thank you for having me and HIGHLANDER OF MINE here! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteSounds intriguing--good to see you here!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read it :-) Congrats on the release!
ReplyDeleteLike the excerpt! Sounds great!
ReplyDeleteThose muses should have their own television show!
ReplyDeleteHi, Red: And so very happy for you and your new book. You are awesome.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you everyone!!! I feel so blessed and grateful to have your support!
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