BLURB:
Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream: A warrior who is fierce, passionate, and protective. Rendered unconscious during battle, he awakens in another place, time, and in another man’s body. Could this all be a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin is a daunting task.
Regardless of his strange time travel story and sexy Scottish burr, believing this extraordinary man is from another era becomes hard to deny. The attraction between them sizzles and Skye is left to wonder: Is Cailin truly as he claims? Heat Level: Sensual
EXCERPT: “You doona believe me, do ye, Skye?”
Her gaze softened as if indulging a simple child. Pity
he did not need or want. His temper boiled hot and furious as he tried to rein
his frustrations. No bluidy luck.
With a sweep of his arm he sent the platter of food crashing to the floor. The
plate smashed to bits. He stood and pounded the table with such force, his
glass tipped over. The fizzy drink—soda, she called it—dripped into a large
pool on the floor.
“I am Cailin Thorburn! I doona understand how I came to
be here or what my connection is to the lad or where he is. Do you think I want
to be here?” He strode toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he brought her to
her feet. “Look into my eyes, lass. Do you see this Roderick you hold in such
disdain? Amhairc fhéin cridhe. See my heart.” He snatched her wee hand and laid it on his chest
and held it there. “Feel my heart, mo
eudail.”
Her lower lip trembled. It was not his intent to scare
the sweet lass. “What are you saying?” she gasped. “You spoke that language
earlier….”
“’Tis the Gaelic, my mother’s tongue. I said before you
are beautiful.” He cupped her cheek. “I called you my darlin’. Look into my
eyes. Do ye see Roderick?”
* * *
How could she think straight when he gave her such an
intense look? His eyes burned with passionate, green fire. He spoke Gaelic or
what he claimed was Gaelic. Whatever, it was enough to squeeze her heart and
curl her toes. He thought her beautiful? No man had ever said it to her before.
Calling her “my darling” caused a few hot tears to cluster in the corner of her
eyes.
Blinking back the gathering moisture, she did as he
asked and looked deeply into his eyes. No, she didn’t see Roderick. She’d never
claimed to know Roderick anyway. But what did it prove? When Skye stood close
to him like this, she could easily believe anything he told her. Anything at
all.
This house proved the opposite of what she’d thought
Roderick was—an arrogant ass. Instead, she observed a cozy, tastefully
decorated home with many pictures of family about and numerous books showing a
mind that yearned to learn new things. The house was clean, his clothes neat
and organized. Snooping in the kitchen, she found the herbs and spices lined up
alphabetically in the cupboard. Coupled with his moments of sweetness like the
one discussing the brooch, she became more and more convinced she may have
misjudged Roderick.
All a man had to do was speak a little Gaelic to
convince her he came from another time and another body? However, the sword
came to life and it definitely vibrated. Hell, it had hummed. She hadn’t imagined it. When he regained consciousness, he was
no longer Roderick. A stark reality.
“Do you want me to be truthful? I honestly don’t know
what’s going on. I need more time to process this. No, I don’t see Roderick,
but I’ve only had a few dealings with him. We weren’t close. When we gripped
the sword, it vibrated and made a weird sound. Then it slipped from our hands
and hit Roderick in the forehead.” Her fingers brushed by the small goose egg
and Cailin moaned softly from her touch. “When he woke up, he was different. He
was—you. I can’t completely dismiss it, but I can’t accept it all, either. I
need time.”
With a sigh, he clasped her hand and kissed it. “Skye, I
have a feeling time is the one thing I dinna have. Mayhap the sword is
enchanted. But I feel in here,” his fist lowered to his solar plexus, “my time
here is limited. This is no’ my body, no’ my life. I canna stay.”
His emotionally spoken words cut deep. She liked Cailin
a lot, with his Scottish burr, searing kisses, and flash of temper. Truth? She
would hate to see him go, whether he really came from 1814 or a figment from
his own imagination as a result of the bonk on the head.
As if reading her mind, he let go of her hand and
glanced at the mess on the floor. “I do have a spark of temper. Forgive my
petulance. I will clean this up right away.”
Without thinking, she cupped his whiskered cheek. A
husky moan escaped him as he leaned into her touch. Another wave of desire tore
through her. “I’ll fix you another plate. I bought plenty.”
Laying his hand over hers, his gaze grew intense and
concerned. “Did I scare ye, lass? I dinna mean to frighten you. I feel useless.
By the honor of my family and clan, I will earn my keep while I am here. ’Tis
grateful I am for your concern and care. You will tell me all about being a
model, and I will do my best.”
Skye’s heart banged fiercely against her ribs.
Comforting warmth spread through her sparking her nerve endings. She wasn’t
falling for him, was she?
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Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added
KARYN GERRARD
Note: this title is a re-release that has been revised, re-edited and more than 8000 words added
KARYN GERRARD
Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada, now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.
Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual historicals, particularly in the Victorian era. She also writes contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must.
As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving support keeps her moving forward.
To learn more about Karyn and her
books, visit www.karyngerrard.com.
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