A Moment In Time
Deb Stover
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: B00LK2NXOM
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A Time-Travel Western Romance
Alone in a Rocky Mountain cabin, hairdresser Jackie Clarke wonders if a bad hair day can get any worse when smooth-talking lover "Blade" makes off with her car, her cash, and her dignity. Just when things can't possibly get any worse, they do. A blizzard strands her in an abandoned ghost town, then a blazing inferno and a lewd painting thrust her back to 1891, where she is mistaken for a a famous saloon singer. When she lands in the arms of a miner with a heart of gold, her bad hair day may become a dream come true. Maybe...
Join in on this sexy, fun-filled time-travel romp as only bestselling author Deb Stover can deliver!
you like to earn triple what I offered you to bring Miss Belle here?" Surprise flickered across Cole's face. "You mean triple the double offer?" "Yes, exactly." Merriweather lifted his chin and stared at Cole. "Triple. What do you say?" Cole sighed and shifted his weight to his other foot, then raked his fingers through his dark hair. He gripped his hat in his free hand. "This sticks in my craw, Merriweather," he said. "I don't like being on the wrong side of the law." "Triple,
about it, Clarke. It probably violates the Prime Directive. Squinting, she shook her head and banished the confusing thoughts. She had enough to worry about just surviving in this time without trying to understand how and why she was here. The cabin was one open room downstairs with a loft that ran its entire width upstairs. A pair of shuttered windows flanked the front door, and two narrow bunks were pushed against the back wall under the loft, separated by a bookshelf built floor to
gazed up the row of buttons, lingering at the twin mounds outlined by the soft fabric. His mouth went dry as he recalled last night. He had held her, touched her, and had ached to taste as well. His gaze meandered farther up to the square neckline that exposed an expanse of creamy skin. Perspiration trickled down the sides of his neck and he licked his lips, remembering.... That kiss. Another few minutes and he would've taken her right there on the ground like an ani– "You going to lie
shudder dawned in the depths of his soul and shattered his pitiful excuse for self-restraint. This woman drove him to want and do things he had no business wanting or doing. She muddled his thinking until he had no common sense left. And, dammit, she felt good against him and tasted even better. Banishing the voices at the back of his mind that told him he should resist, he held her to him and deepened their kiss, amazed at how her method of kissing resembled a far more intimate act between
breathing sounded raspy and he closed his eyes. Her technique grew more reckless, shaking him back to reality. He couldn't wait another minute. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from him, firmly but gently. Drawing huge gulps of air, he grappled for command. Grinning, she ran her tongue along her lower lip. She really was trying to kill him. "Now it's my turn," he muttered, rising from the hard boulder with one arm wrapped around her waist. He grabbed the quilt and tossed it