TIMELESS HEART
by Karyn Gerrard
KG Publishing
Time Travel/Fantasy/Contemporary
30,432 Words
Release Date: June 9th 2015
BLURB:
Suffering from burnout, elementary school teacher Sandra
Cranston is on leave and trying to eliminate stress from her life. That plan is
blown when she discovers an abandoned carriage deep in the woods. Inside is a
man, Jerrod Ross, who fuels all of her wicked Regency dreams and fantasies.
Take him home? Sure, why not?
Jerrod Ross has been ripped from the only world he
has ever known—1821 Cornwall, England. A mine owner with many responsibilities,
all he wants to do is return to his time. But his growing attraction for the
lovely lady who found him makes staying in the future a temptation he finds
hard to resist.
Torn between duty and desire, past and future, the
hardest thing Sandra and Jerrod will do is admit their feelings. Or say—goodbye.
Previously published. Re-edited,
revised, and more than 7500 words added.
Heat Level: Very sensual
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Excerpt:
Sandra,
with eyes closed, soaked in the lush bubbles, her head resting on the bath pillow.
She’d been tempted to go to Jerrod’s room and knock on the door and offer
comfort and sympathy, but ultimately decided to leave him in peace. Could she
have handled the conversation between them any better? Hardly. Jerrod had to be
told what she found out, and she couldn’t blame his reaction either. The look
of raw devastation on his handsome face cut straight through her heart. She
hurt for him. Maybe she should check on him after her soak.
A deep
sensuous voice filled the silence. “Move forward, Sandra.”
Gasping, her eyes snapped open. “I thought you retired for the night?”
“I’ve
had a change of heart.” He gave her a brief, but sensual smile. “I am not a man
who wallows for long in a state of piteous self-indulgence. In fact, I am more
of a man of action.”
Jerrod
stood next to the tub gloriously naked. And aroused. What a delicious sight.
Taking a moment to savor the view, she realized things between them were moving
in a different direction tonight. The prospect of sex with this man amped her
desire right off the charts. Good thing she owned an old-fashioned clawed foot
tub that could easily accommodate them both. As she slid forward, Jarrod
stepped in behind her and sank to his knees, gently pulling her against his
hard chest. Slowly and with purpose, he stroked her skin.
“Allow me
to wash you,” he whispered. His arousal pressed heavy and thick against her
back. While massaging her scalp, he laid kisses along the exposed part of her
neck setting her skin ablaze. With a flip of the cap of her bottle of bodywash,
the odor of grapefruit filled the air. He moved his gel-covered hands in
circular motions on her neck, then down to her shoulders. “Still not fond of
the scent, but on you it is quite enticing,” he murmured. White, foamy suds
oozed through his fingers while he lingered on her breasts. She reached for a washcloth
and with a trembling hand, held it behind her.
“Maybe you
would like to use this,” she whispered.
“I want
no impediment between my hands and your glorious skin,” his husky voice
rumbled.
Obviously,
what in hell was she thinking? What did she know about bathtub seduction rules?
Sandra threw the damp cloth across the room where it landed with a splat
against the toilet tank. No impediment.
Check.
Cover art by Cora Graphics
AUTHOR INFO: Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She whiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few bestsellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write historicals, particularly in the Victorian era. She also writes contemporaries.
As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.
