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Duke du Jour

By Petie McCarty

Genre: Time Travel Romance

Synopsis

She’s waiting in the past . . . He belongs in the future.

Jared Langley, present-day Duke of Reston, tumbles into an abandoned fountain on his ducal estate and is pelted back in time to the year 1816. There, Reston servants and local villagers think him a dead ringer for his namesake and rakehell ancestor—the seventh Duke of Reston, gone missing at the Battle of Waterloo. Unfortunately, Seven got mixed up with French spies out to assassinate the Duke of Wellington, and an unwary Jared ends up in their crosshairs.

Lady Ariana Hart has loved Jared Langley, the seventh Duke of Reston, since she was twelve years old, until the night the rogue broke her heart. Given up for dead, her rakish neighbor makes a miraculous return from Waterloo. Only Jared shows up a changed man and reignites all the feelings Ariana had long ago buried.

Jared is in a race against time.
His tasks?

Waylay the suspicions of his quirky servants and neighbors
Get to Wellington before the French spies do
Fix his fountain–before Seven shows up–so Jared has a way home
And definitely do not fall in love with the irresistible Lady Ariana . . .

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Jared winced when the not-doctor swiped two fingers over the lump. “How long will my memory lapse?” he asked, for good measure.

“No more than a week or two,” Dr. Padwick proclaimed confidently.

Pompous ass. The quack had no idea. Small wonder anyone survived in this century.

A young boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, suddenly burst into the room. “She’s coming up the lane!” he exclaimed.

The present occupants all stared. The poor boy shifted from one foot to the other. “She’s coming,” he repeated and gave Curricle Man a pointed look that was obviously supposed to mean something.

Jared glanced at Curricle Man, and then he raised his brows at Heddy.

“That is Bullen,” she said.

Curricle Man gaped. “You didn’t know me?”

“Not your name until this moment, no.”

“Memory loss,” Padwick added peremptorily.

“Oh,” Bullen said, making the word into several phonetic syllables.

Jared suppressed yet another eye roll. He would make his head ache worse if he did not cease. “And who is coming?”

Bullen’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “Lady Ariana,” he wheezed, like someone was choking him.

Jared’s gaze shot to Heddy, and Bullen clapped a palm to his forehead.

“Lady Ariana Hart, the Earl of Wakefield’s daughter,” she said primly and added, “Yer playmate as a child though ye were a might older.”

Bullen groaned. “It is too late to run now. She’s probably pulled up to the steps already.”

Jared threw his legs over the side of the bed. “Surely, you did not expect me to run.”

Heddy leaned in and whispered, “I’m Heddy. Shirley’s the upstairs maid.”

Jared blinked at her, considered explaining his adverb use, and thought better of it.

“Remember, I told ye?” Heddy repeated slowly.

“Right. So, why would I run?”

Bullen and Heddy exchanged glances, and both gave a minuscule nod toward Padwick, who watched the exchange with interest.

Jared caught on. “If you are through, Dr. Padwick, you may go. I will send word if I further require your services,” he said dismissively.

The doctor gave one imperious sniff, snatched up his black bag of medicinal anomalies, and stalked for the door.

The moment the door shut behind him, Jared turned to Bullen. “Now, why would I not want to see Lady Ariana if she was my childhood playmate?”

Bullen swallowed hard and shot a worried glance at Heddy.

“Do not look at her. Answer me.”

“Well,” Bullen said slowly, keeping his eyes on the counterpane on Jared’s bed, “because of the way you had gotten to be those last couple of years before you left for the continent.”

Jared narrowed his gaze. “And how is that?”

Bullen swallowed hard a second time. “You know . . . dissolute.”

Jared stared in shock. Mostly because Bullen knew the word. Nineteenth-century servants were not all that well educated. He also felt insulted, though common sense told him no, since he wasn’t really the seventh Duke of Reston. He thought of the smirk on Seven’s face in Jared’s portrait gallery.

“Terribly dissolute?”

Bullen blinked. “Pretty much.”

“Ye’re a rake and a drunk,” Heddy added helpfully.

He glowered at her.

“Well, ye are. Gossip is ye’ve slept wi’ half the married ladies in London and all the widows. Not yer fault though. Ye’ve a face like an angel,” she offered indulgently, “so the ladies flock to ye.”

Bullen nodded. “You’re a looker, and you know it.” The man finally made eye contact and looked sad about his divulgence.

Bloody hell. I am an arrogant, lecherous drunk, and I have only just arrived.

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About Author Petie McCarty:

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—”The Most Magical Place on Earth”—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said goodbye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time.

These days, Petie spends her time writing new tales for her Cinderella series, her new The Watchers series, sequels to her Regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and more contemporary romance standalones, along with her two previous releases—Any Fin For Love and Ambush in the Everglades.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who makes a cameo appearance in Christmas Watch, Book 2 of The Watchers series.

Visit Petie at her website, www.petiemccarty.com, to get to know her, learn about her current projects, and discover her other published works.

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A Past Life Love Story

Date Published: 09-09-2019

Publisher: Flyway Press LLC

Vivid sensations and images from Diana’s dreams stream into her
conscious mind. Are the dreams memories of her past lives?

As Kari, in prehistoric times, she dances in a coming-of-age ceremony in an
ancient cave, with wild animals painted on the walls. Captivated by flute
player, Lor, they promise to love each other forever, but dangers threaten
their plans.

As Rachel, isolated in gold rush era Deadwood, she is mistreated by her
drinking, gambling husband but finds comfort with Civil War veteran Sam. His
harmonica music enchants Rachel as they draw together to soothe their lonely
souls.

Now, in her life in 1972 Minnesota, Diana is drawn to singer-songwriter Eric.
His songs and her memories, along with a deep longing for love, connects her
soul with his. Is he the man from her dreams? Will they find happiness
together at last?

“In an age of brief encounters and ‘friends with benefits,’
lasting love is a rare commodity. But you’ll find it here in Shelley
Odendahl’s Memory of Rivers. Enjoy.” – Faith Sullivan,
author of nine novels including the latest, Ruby and Roland.

As Eric continued to sing, I stared into his soul. Somehow then, I knew
for certain that he was the man I loved, since my earliest memories, since
pre-history. We met in a cave, and I danced to his music. Immersed in the
past, I felt the dense smokiness of the cave’s enclosed space as the
flute player captured my body and spirit. We were alone. Together.

With a slight shake of my head, I pulled myself back to the present, into the
enclosed space of a bar, where the smoke of cigarettes hung in the air. My
face and neck had grown prickly and hot, as if a mild electrical charge played
on the surface of my skin. I focused on Eric, every bit of him, especially his
eyes. I inhaled a quick breath when he stared back at me, as if my spirit had
summoned his. Still singing, his voice was sensuous, velvet, as it caressed my
body and settled into my being.

If, from the other we are ever lost,

Draw me in with your force of life

Somewhere inside, the truth resides,

My elusive woman of the wilds.

Our fates are entwined now and forever,

My dancer, my muse, my river nymph,

My elusive woman of the wilds.

His voice quietly held the last note of the song, as his fingers picked the
final chord. We maintained eye contact, sharing a moment that began with our
encounter at the cave ceremony, and traveled the spectrum of time and place,
bringing our emotions into the present. Right now. We were seeing all of each
other without ever before having met in this lifetime.

Eric broke eye contact and looked down at his guitar.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he told the crowd, as he
put the guitar in its rack and stood up. He made his way toward the people at
his table up front and sat down with them.

My hands trembled as I dug in my purse for a tissue, using it to dab my
tear-filled eyes. What had just happened here? My heart over-flowed,
incredulous that I had met my love. I still didn’t know what it all
meant to my life today. Would he remember me, from our lives so long ago? What
if he didn’t?

About Author Shelley Odendahl

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This book brings readers along as they travel across the USA by motorcycle,
and to Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Bali, and Patagonia, experiencing
breathtaking highs, and lows that challenged the couple to create solutions
along the way.

Shelley also wrote an inspirational book, Realize Your Dreams – Create
an Action Plan for Life Transformation, and a time travel novel: Memory of
Rivers – A Past Life Love Story.

She lives in Minnesota, USA, with her husband Cliff, where 10,000+ lakes,
scenic rivers, majestic white pines, wildflowers, swans, and eagles nurture
her spirit.

Her passions are traveling and writing about traveling, creating watercolors,
appreciating art of all kinds, and baking her own Sourdough bread from a
starter she created over 5 years ago. She enjoys hiking in National Parks,
going to musical performances, and being on a lake in a boat.

Shelley is happiest when in the company of her husband, family and friends,
with perhaps some food and wine involved.

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Enjoy this stop on the virtual book tour for Love Across Time organized by Goddes Fish Promotions.

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Love Across Time

By Beth Ford

Genre: Time Travel Romance

Synopsis

Ashley and Thomas, a medieval knight, are in 1377 England, escaping from present-day immigration authorities intent on capturing Thomas. Having fled to the past to ensure their togetherness, Ashley is faced with adapting to fourteenth-century life, while Thomas, new to his title as Baron after his older brother’s death, is called to Parliament, encountering enemies there and at court as he struggles to build his own alliances.

Ashley’s work at a monastic hospital is deemed “miraculous” but draws unwanted attention as potential witchcraft. Meanwhile, becoming embroiled in a political movement, she realizes too late it’s a plot against the King.

How can Ashley conform to social expectations, counter the plot, and still keep her relationship with Thomas, in all the turmoil?

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The scene at Newgate was much different than when they had left only a couple of hours before. The crowd of everyday travelers had dispersed, and de Landys’s men had been reinforced, though a few of them lay on the ground with arrows through their chests. Most of them stood with their backs to Ashley and her group, intent on countering the King’s men, who were heaving against the gate to break it down.

The two knights who had agreed to accompany her paused. Ashley glanced up at de la Garde. “This is your moment, Sir Matthew. Your future reputation will depend on what you choose to do now.”

Sir Matthew set his mouth in a grim line. He glanced at his fellow, who nodded at him. They roared past her and attacked the men from behind, slashing swords into backs and necks. Ashley used the distraction to dash into the gatehouse, where she paused only to slide the torch into a handy sconce on the wall. The King’s men were still tied up. She would have to trust that their loyalty to the King held true. Ashley knelt and used her dagger to cut through the ropes, starting with de Mantel.

“What’s the situation?” he asked as soon as he was free of his gag.

“The King’s men are on the other side of the gate. We’ve reinforced them from inside.”

“You? Are there any fighting men in your reinforcements?”

“Yes. Two.” The bloody body of one of the traitors fell into the gatehouse doorway. Ashley forced a smile even though the sight made her gag. “See?”

About the Author Beth Ford:

Beth Ford writes historical and time travel stories that transport you in time. She is the author of the novels In the Times of Spirits, Love Between Times, Love Across, Time, and After the Spirits Come: A Continuation of Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. She also writes the Cassie Woods, Reporter historical mystery romance novella series. Her work has also appeared in a variety of literary journals. She lives in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

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