time-travel-romance

Isn't one man's truth another man's lie?

She led them to their pallets, again encircled by other pallets. She sat down, sighing at her aching muscles, and caught his gaze. __ou may, er, wrap your arms around me if that will make you feel I am safer._ He chuckled--a hoarse chuckle, rusty, but a chuckle nonetheless. She__ take it. __ay I indeed?_ He lay beside her and pulled her back against him, settling her head on his arm, bunching the other hide up to use as a pillow. __f I must._ His warm sigh tickled across her neck. __fter all, I must ensure that pinkie does not wander._ Would Robert never let her forget that?

She flapped her hands, anxious energy coursing through her. __ow can you be so calm?_ He got to his feet, unfolding with an easy grace. He held out a hand, his dark eyes focused solemnly on hers. __ome with me._ __or what?_ __hat__ part of the lesson._ Was it her imagination, or did a twinkle of humor stir in those eyes? __enter yourself, and grab onto the here and now._ That made no sense__hat was he now, Sir Medieval Zen Master? But she slipped her hand into his strong, calloused one. He hauled her up until she bumped into his chest. With a finger under her chin, he tilted her face until she looked in his eyes. __isten to the world around you. Hear the birds? Hear the small animals scurrying? You are in this moment, this moment only, and sometimes that__ all you can do, all you can be._ His finger pulled away, brushing against her skin, and he tapped her nose, stepping away.

When she straightened, he leaned back in the chair, his eyelids heavy. __y God, woman, you know how to make a man melt.

He grinned: he__ turned in time to witness her delicate white shoulders dip below the water__ surface. Thankfully, she quickly completed her morning__ ablutions and made a shooing motion with her hands. Back turned again, he waited for her to dress, all the while telling his privy counselor to cease its repeated suggestions.

Ah, cariad, finally I have you to myself, with a bed behind me, and what do I do?

She straightened and crossed her arms. __ can__ sleep with you,_ she blurted._ __s you please.___s you please?_ She stepped back, the rough wood of the bench bumping her upper calf. She__ braced herself for a battle and now felt oddly deflated. __ou aren__ going to try to talk me into it?___ need not talk women into lying with me.

She needed a distraction. __as that your mother?_ The splashing stopped. __re you going to converse while I bathe?_ __hy not?_ __eels rather unseemly._ She laughed, picturing him sitting there, shocked and indignant. __e__e supposed to be married, right?_ __ou have a point, however I would rather not discuss her right now._ __ think you__e evading me.___ayhap. Is it working?

Here, sleep with your back against me. I shall protect you better this way._ She nodded, shuffled closer, and leaned back against him. Her unique womanly scent washed over him, and he fortified his resolve, though having her so close on a bed of furs fired his blood. She dragged her fur up, and he draped his extra across, tucking it in around her shoulders and arms. __ do not fancy having one of them lying next to you. Besides, I wish not for your pinkie to wander.

Knowing this was the same man from last night now clad again in his hunky knightly armor was a strange aphrodisiac. Yeah, a hot look, no denying.

You will be the death of me, woman.

Jill, a comprehensive school teacher in her early thirties, has put her dark past behind her to become a lady in control of her own life. Successful in her career, soon to be divorced and with no emotional ties, she is content. Except that one morning, while trying to find work for a recalcitrant Year 9 class, she finds herself in a dark and murky street in Victorian England. The image soon disappears and she is back in the classroom, but the children she was teaching have gone and so has an hour of her life. Soon Jill finds herself living two parallel lives, one as a teacher and the other as a Victorian governess. And this is just the beginning

For Love...Real Love...The Kind Of Love That Lasts Forever...

I want to see your dreams,_ he explained. __ want to share them with you, and have you share mine as well. I don__ want them hidden in a book. I want them lived together, even__o, especially--when that__ hard.

Veris gave a low chuckle as they stepped into the building. He took off his glasses and put them in his breast pocket. "I've always said women were stronger, when it came to pure courage, haven't I?" he said to Brody.Brody stabbed at the top elevator button. "There's a reason we have a queen and not a king.

I suppose you really don't need those wires they used tonight, huh?" she said."I'm a vampire, not a ghost." He seemed offended.

You did it, Taylor! You did it! You got yourself a backstage pass!" He was screaming in her ear."I did?" Great. Now the last thing on earth she wanted to do was face that Brody Gallagher backstage. She never wanted to look him in the eye again.

She was not at the concert any more. She looked around the rustic room, blinking. What the hell?The singer had her in his arms still. There was no balcony between them now.His hands slid into her hair, keeping her head still. "Not yet," he begged, sliding his lips down her throat, nuzzling her jaw. "There's time yet, Toireasa," he murmured. "Time to say fare thee well properly,.""We should have returned to Ireland, Breandan," she whispered, as he loosened the ties on her gown and dropped it from her shoulders. The words came to her naturally, even as a tiny voice was raging in her mind, "What on earth are you saying, Taylor?" But that voice was being drowned out by the pure sensuousness he was stirring in her.