Dawn Marie Hamilton - Romance Writer
Garden Gate -- a Scottish Time Travel Fantasy Romance Series
Just Once in a Very Blue Moon (a Garden Gate Series WIP)
by Dawn Marie Hamilton
What happens when a twenty-first century business executive is expected to fulfill the prophecy given at the birth of a sixteenth century seer? He must raise his sword in her defense, of course. | ||
| Believing women only want him for his wealth, Scottish historical reenactor Finn MacIntyre doesn't trust any woman to love him. When unusual events send him back in time to avenge the brutal abduction of his time-traveling cousin, he learns he's the subject of a fae prophecy. | ||
| Elspeth MacLachlan, seer of her clan, is betrothed to a man she dislikes and dreams of the man prophesized at her birth, only to find the love of her heart in the most unexpected place--face down in the mud at the edge of a stream. | ||
With the help of their fae allies, Finn and Elspeth must overcome the treachery that seeks to destroy them in order to discover that love transcends time. Please enjoy the following excerpt... | ||
Elspeth shifted her weight in the chair. Her ears still flamed from the scolding she received hours earlier. He acted as if they'd already wed. Her betrothed and his men rode out shortly thereafter, leaving the castle with as little notice as they'd arrived.
How had she once believed herself in love with the man?
She tapped her fingernails on the wooden bed frame.
Oh, bother. With the excitement of finding the stranger, she forgot the herbs she intended to collect. Well, they'd have to make do with what had been dried and put into storage. Her brother wouldn't allow her to ride out again. Not with Maclay in the area.
She stared at the stranger who lay motionless on the mattress in the guest bedchamber and studied the contours of his face. Handsome with a firm, square jaw. The tips of her breasts tingled from the naughty images prancing through her mind while she gazed upon his lush lips.
Moistening hers, she could hardly wait for him to open his eyes so she'd discover their color. She reached her hand out and touched his hair. Now dry, the silky strands slipped through her fingers. The warm honey color contrasted nicely with his sun-bronzed skin.
She liked the look of him.
There were other things she liked about him as well. Things she'd seen earlier when examining him for injuries. He had a hard muscular body. That a man who appeared to possess much strength could be free of scars amazed her.
For shame. Admiring his body surely was wrong. She was to wed another. An uneasy chill swept down her spine, and she shivered.
But she couldn't stop her wayward gaze from straying to the stranger's hands. Strong hands. She released a small cry when one of those hands wrapped tightly around her wrist.
She jerked her gaze to the man's face.
The stranger quickly released her.
"Where am I?" he demanded.
Unable to catch her breath, she raised a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. His eyes were a lovely shade of hazel.
Disturbed to realize he glared at her, she knit her brow.
"You are a guest at Castle Lachlan," Aine MacTamhais said upon entering the chamber.
The stranger's tense muscles relaxed upon hearing that wee bit of news.
"Did you bring broth?" Elspeth asked, jumping to her feet. She hoped the older woman didn't notice the flush guilt brought to her cheeks.
"Aye. You ken I did." Aine stared at her oddly.
Elspeth bit her bottom lip and stepped away from the bed.
"Then I will take my leave." She hurried to the door, but before she fled the bedchamber, she stole one more look at the handsome warrior.
The bold man winked at her.