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Liv Pomeroy’s high hopes and lavish lifestyle come horribly undone when her fiancé runs off with her maid of honor. Swearing off love forever, she goes on a summer escape to Florence, Italy. Agreeing to help her cousin May raise funds for an art restoration project, Liv is astonished to find they share a genetic gift for undoing time. Soon she’s joining a team of time travelers who rescue history from those who would change it. And fighting her attraction to a sexy time traveling colleague, who just might turn out to be working for the wrong side in the American Revolution. A thrilling tale of time travel, romance, and espionage.
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In the dark, Liv barely could see his eyes as he whispered, “Tell me no if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
What a reversal from the judgy Tom who had practically called her a princess. She made him wait. She didn’t say No. She was two glasses of wine into reckless.
She whispered, “Yes.”
The exhilaration of knowing he’d been drawn to her from the first. He was like too much of that good Chianti, and she only wanted more.
But Tom quickly broke the kiss. She gasped. He didn’t move, holding her shoulders, but now looking down at her from so close. How far would she let this go? The sensation of his mouth lingered on hers, but he let go of her shoulders and grabbed her hand.
“I want to show you something. Will you come with me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, wondering if she could walk.
He pulled her along. Did this man never saunter?
“Look, I’m in heels—”
Suddenly, her heels were sinking into sandy dirt. She blinked under the bright sun. They were near another waterworks, but this one was a mill. It was daytime, and the water splashed down the ladder of the water wheel, making a different rhythmic music. Nearby was a rough wooden building. Clearly, they were somewhere else in space and time.
“This is where I work, one of my history projects,” Tom said, keeping his tight grip on her hand.
Liv tried to quell the shaking in her legs. She hadn’t meant for Tom to take her back in time. She began to gasp and felt she might drop to her knees. Instead, she clutched Tom’s hand as hard as she could. He reached around her waist to hold her up.
His eyes widened as he looked at her. “You said you wanted to see. Are you okay?”
“Is this the Gold Rush—here?”
Tom shrugged and smiled. “Yes. This is about three months after they discovered gold in the stream. In 1849.”
The shock quivered through her stomach and legs.
He held onto her waist and asked again. “Everything okay?”
She barely managed to stand upright but said, “Sure. Only I wasn’t expecting …”
She didn’t want to be accused of being Miss Pacific Heights. The feeling of his hands around her waist strengthened her. She was now oriented to his touch, wherever they were.
About the Author:
RACHEL DACUS writes about history, love, romance, and art – usually with a touch of the supernatural. If time travel were possible, she’d hop over to Renaissance Rome, and then check out how the American Revolutionary War is going, and maybe visit an 18th century London artist’s studio. A poet and novelist, Dacus has published four novels and four poetry collections. When not writing, she listens to music, new and old, from indie and progressive rock to classical and jazz. Once a dancer, she’s now an avid walker, often twice a day -- once for the Muse and once for the world’s liveliest Silky Terrier. She blogs about the writing life and has collected a wealth of writing and publishing resources.
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In the dark, Liv barely could see his eyes as he whispered, “Tell me no if you don’t want me to kiss you.”
What a reversal from the judgy Tom who had practically called her a princess. She made him wait. She didn’t say No. She was two glasses of wine into reckless.
She whispered, “Yes.”
The exhilaration of knowing he’d been drawn to her from the first. He was like too much of that good Chianti, and she only wanted more.
But Tom quickly broke the kiss. She gasped. He didn’t move, holding her shoulders, but now looking down at her from so close. How far would she let this go? The sensation of his mouth lingered on hers, but he let go of her shoulders and grabbed her hand.
“I want to show you something. Will you come with me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, wondering if she could walk.
He pulled her along. Did this man never saunter?
“Look, I’m in heels—”
Suddenly, her heels were sinking into sandy dirt. She blinked under the bright sun. They were near another waterworks, but this one was a mill. It was daytime, and the water splashed down the ladder of the water wheel, making a different rhythmic music. Nearby was a rough wooden building. Clearly, they were somewhere else in space and time.
“This is where I work, one of my history projects,” Tom said, keeping his tight grip on her hand.
Liv tried to quell the shaking in her legs. She hadn’t meant for Tom to take her back in time. She began to gasp and felt she might drop to her knees. Instead, she clutched Tom’s hand as hard as she could. He reached around her waist to hold her up.
His eyes widened as he looked at her. “You said you wanted to see. Are you okay?”
“Is this the Gold Rush—here?”
Tom shrugged and smiled. “Yes. This is about three months after they discovered gold in the stream. In 1849.”
The shock quivered through her stomach and legs.
He held onto her waist and asked again. “Everything okay?”
She barely managed to stand upright but said, “Sure. Only I wasn’t expecting …”
She didn’t want to be accused of being Miss Pacific Heights. The feeling of his hands around her waist strengthened her. She was now oriented to his touch, wherever they were.
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