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**Book 1 of The Glimpse Time Travel Series, where mythical muses play naughty matchmakers**
Kidnapping mortals to different eras is such fun. Trickster muse
sisters, Clio and Erato, call it a glimpse, but military historian
Minerva Ferguson, Erva, is fairly certain she’s gone nuts when she wakes
two hundred miles from her apartment. And two hundred years in the past
to Brooklyn, 1776. In an unfamiliar manse, during the American
Revolutionary War, she’s not too sure how to regain her sanity.
Especially when she realizes whose mansion she’s just woken in, the one
British general she studied more than anything else, Lord William Hill.
When Will hears Erva’s screams of panic, he breaks down a door to
save her, even if he can’t quite remember why she’s visiting. She calms,
though, the instant she sees him, as if they’ve known each other for
eons. From the second he sees her dressed in a toga made from a bed
sheet to later when she’s with his troops, wooing them with her musket
skills, he realizes he’s smitten. But he’s a weary soldier, shrouded in
grief, while she reminds him of a sun goddess. Is she too good for him?
Lord, how he wants her to want him.
How could Erva not fall for a guy who accidentally quotes a Cheap
Trick song? But now she has to get to the bottom of if Will is really a
rake, how to stop one of the most important battles of the war, and
lastly how to stop her insane crush on the general. After all, he’s
going to die in less than a week.
The muses have to work fast for this glimpse. But that’s when they
work best. And as explosions erupt through New York, sometimes it’s not
from the artillery.
Excerpt:
“Why are you—” She stopped herself again. This time she bit her lush bottom lip and looked away.
“Why am I what?” He should have let her question falter, but he had to know for himself if she were a spy or not. The more questions she asked, the more she would reveal herself.
The anomalous thought flittered through his mind though that he wasn’t too sure if he cared if she were a spy.
She glanced back up at him, her eyes wide and timid. “Why are you here?”
That, he hadn’t expected. A spy would wonder about his men, his drills, his arms, anything else that mattered to the war. Not a philosophical question about why he was here. But even the reason why he was here could be used against him, if court martialed. He hadn’t realized that thus far. Then again, he’d thought he wouldn’t have survived this long in the war. In his mind, he would have no reason to be court martialed. He wouldn’t be alive for it.
She licked her lips and slightly shook her head. “I mean, you didn’t vote for any of the acts the Americans protested. The newspapers said that you didn’t support any kind of action against the Americans. You don’t support this war, yet here you are. Why?”
“Why not?” He tried to deflect the conversation.
She narrowed her eyes, no longer looking sheepish but challenging, ruthless, and so lovely. He liked her best like this, shooting faster than most of his men, speaking of sedition to his superiors, the Howe brothers. Lord, how he liked it when her eyes caught fire and turned back into dark red-brown honey. His veins pumped his too hot blood through his body.
“Why not, hmm?” She gave him a wicked smile. “Why not, indeed. I think you don’t want to be here.”
“On the contrary, there is no other place I’d rather be.”
She blinked, then caught his meaning that standing so close to her was exactly where he’d love to be. Arching a blonde brow, she said, “You know what I mean, obtuse man.”
He silently chuckled at his new name.
“I think you don’t want to be in this war.”
He felt his own mirth leave his face. “You might be right.”
“Then why are you here? Why do you fight? Especially so efficiently?”
“Do I?”
She growled, making Will grin again. “Quit evading the questions with your own.”
“Why? This is fun.”
She smacked one of his shoulders, then he caught her small hand in his.
“Is this fun for you too?” he asked, carefully gauging her reaction as he twined his fingers through hers.
She didn’t look at their hands. Instead, her gaze was focused on his chest. He especially enjoyed that, as if she found him desirable. Lord, he hoped so, that he wasn’t making a fool of himself.
She never answered, but looked up at him, her long lashes batting. He took hold of her candle and set it on a nearby table. In so doing he’d gotten that much closer to her, and just as he was thinking of holding her other hand, she reached up, probably on her toes, and kissed him.
This time he reacted immediately. His lips melded with hers. She tasted strongly of mint, and he licked the seam of her lips to enjoy. She opened for him, and he dove his tongue into her mouth. God, she was sweet. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her closer by holding onto her not-corseted waist. Next her tongue was inside his mouth, and he couldn’t help but pull her even closer, her stomach against his, her breasts crushed against his chest.
Will felt Erva fiddle with the ribbon at the nape of his neck, and his hair was released from its hold. Instantly, her hands raked through his mane. It gave him silent permission to finally take hold of her tresses with one of his hands. Pure silk ran through his fingers. He loved her long hair, so wild and free this moment. Like the color of corn silk, Erva’s locks were close to white with a light dandelion sheen. He fisted what he held, which tilted her head back, all the better to deepen the kiss. She moaned into his mouth. All his blood rushed south. That little noise was his undoing.
