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Blurb
Soul mates separated by time. Destiny intervenes.
Undercover American operative Rodger Ramsey never anticipated encountering a runaway bride amidst the vast salt flats of Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni. The alluring woman triggers his protective instincts, but her insistence that she’s traveled two hundred years through time tests his patience. It’s 1963, and he’s a man of science, not fantasy.
Forced into an arranged marriage, Leonora Harris flees her husband’s home and stumbles through an underground vortex. Now adrift in a vibrant yet unfamiliar land, she seeks solace in the arms of a captivating stranger. Passion ignites, and the notion of returning to eighteenth-century England fades into oblivion.
Time is not on their side. Rodger’s duty calls him back to the States, and Leonora is trapped without a passport. How will they stay together, or will she survive in this strange new world alone?
— A standalone novella in the Ramseys in Time series
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Excerpt
After one last gulp of the cool water, Leonora capped the strange bota bag and handed it back to him, which he stashed behind his seat. She discreetly wiped her mouth dry and buried herself under the blanket. The scent of spice and sandalwood enveloped her, the same tantalizing aroma that had filled her nostrils when Rodger held her close in the flats. Her rescuer now clutched the wheel in front of him and sped his noisy, horseless carriage across the oddly beautiful white-and-blue landscape. The charm of isolation and vast openness, however, had long lost its appeal to her.
The jeep suddenly skidded on the water.
“Heavens!” She clutched the bottom of her seat.
Rodger jerked on the wheel with both hands and steadied the vehicle. “Sorry.”
She closed her eyes, breathing hard. Her memory of the rolling green fells of her homeland filled her mind. Would she ever see the mountains again? She’d traveled to the future. Nothing else explained her predicament. Only the good Lord knew how such a thing was possible. Magic and time travel were supposed to be part of legend and myth, not reality.
What she wouldn’t give for all this to be a dream—a fantastical dream?
Even though she’d woken up in a cold puddle at daybreak, mystical warmth flowed through her as though fire burned in her belly. She wandered in search of the cave or another swirling portal while that inner fire kept her from greeting death. Then she’d met Rodger, and the heat dwindled.
Deep down, she’d known the truth, but his confirmation forced her to accept it.
She was no longer in England. Or in the eighteenth century.
A shiver shot up her spine despite the waves of heat blowing from the vent before her. Trying to relax on the ribbed, black leather seat, she glanced at Mr. Ramsey. No, Rodger, she reminded herself, a little uncomfortable with the first-name basis. From his dark-blond hair and riveting accent, the handsome man stole her breath.
“What color are your eyes?” Heat filled her cheeks. She hadn’t meant to ask that.
“Brown.” He lifted his dark glasses to the top of his head and smiled at her.
They weren’t brown. Not even close. They were the shade of dark melted chocolate with highlights of cinnamon woven in. Rich, decadent, and so very appealing.
