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Book Three of the Glimpse Time Travel
Series
The matchmaking, time-traveling muses
have a huge problem. An angry Norse god has just captured one of
their mortals, refusing to tell them where he took Jacob Cameron, let
alone when.
As a seventeenth-century Highlander,
being shuttled through time by a man calling himself Odin, might have
been enough to crack Jake Cameron’s sanity. He’s kept his mind
only through grit, gumption, and the single goal to somehow return to
1653 and his brothers. Landing in the freezing wilds of Montana in
1887, becoming the sheriff for a small mining community, Jake now
needs to make a plan to travel back in time. However, when a wee
fae-like woman walks into his life all his best-laid intentions
becomes hazy.
As a thief and liar, Meredith Peabody
knows she has no chance with the new sheriff in town. Although, he
melts her frozen heart with his protection and smoldering looks. Even
if she did have a chance with him, how could she ever relate she’s
not from this time? She might never get the chance because as soon as
she realizes her winter’s wish—for Jake to stay close—the
criminal he’s hunting turns the tables on him. But there’s no way
in h-e-double hockey sticks Meredith will let that happen.
The muses have their work cut out for
this glimpse—chasing after a god, trying to find clues where
and when their humans could be, and fitting in time for dress
shopping has been murder. Gods, hopefully not literally!
Excerpt
Through
the velvet blackness of the winter night, the Montana frost was
already settling in, making his breath cloud. But Jake clearly saw
all the glittering stars above, a sure sign of no snow.
He
rode close to Meredith’s paint, then extracted his plaid, hoping it
didn’t smell too dirty. Tethering his horse to a pole, he lowered
himself then extracted Meredith from her dappled horse without a
word. She made another little noise, her eyes staring at him the
whole time, but didn’t say much. Placing her on his horse, he then
wrapped the plaid around her, trying to tuck the ends around her
dainty feet. Once he felt the chill on her skin though, he stopped
and tried to warm her with his hands. He glanced up to see her
reaction, but she merely looked at him with those huge eyes of hers.
No complaints, no words. But her lids fluttered, and her shoulders
seemed to relax under his coat once he got her toes a little warmer.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t get frostbite, he then secured the
plaid around her feet again, tied her horse to the back of his
saddle, then hefted himself behind Meredith.
She
wiggled, and at first Jake thought she was trying to distance herself
from him. But then he noticed her draping one leg around the saddle
horn, ensuring he had room in the saddle, which was very snug with
two people in it. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pulled the
reins the direction she’d told him her house was located.
He’d
have to say something to her eventually, but for the time being he
was too distracted with the way she felt against him, the softness of
her backside, the scoop of her waist in his hand. And the way she
smelled—a mixture of vanilla and sweat pea blooms. He wasn’t sure
if she applied the aroma or if it was her.
He
swallowed, trying to regain his thoughts, trying not to nuzzle the
back of her head.
She
placed a cold hand over his. “I’m that house, down near the creek
bed. I left all the lights burning.”
He
nodded, but then realized she couldn’t see him. Jake tried to think
of words, something to say, but could only concentrate on her palm
still on him. He liked her little hand, so dainty.
She
was here, in his arms because some man was prowling on her porch. Or
she was mad, as Tom and Laura clearly thought. He needed to remind
himself that he wasn’t taking a turn with the lady. He wasn’t
here to court her. She needed him to protect her, and he’d better
damned well do his job.
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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.
She lives in Montana with her family and
far too many animals but never enough books.
She loves
her readers, so please feel free to contact her at
http://www.redljameson.com
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