Temptress of
Time Blurb
Swept away into past lives she does not
remember, erotic romance author Diane de Bourgh is thrown
together with two men—her masters, her
jailers…her lovers.
Compassion.
Compromise. Control…and letting go. These are the lessons Diane must learn
before she can find contentment. Two noblemen, Walker Mornay and Adrian de
Vesay, are swept into Diane’s journeys through the Medieval, Tudor and Regency
eras and their own passionate past lives. Masters of Time, they see themselves
as Diane’s tutors and resent the fact that she has an agenda of her own—to
control them and, perhaps, to control time itself.
They, too, must
learn lessons of the heart, especially those of relinquishing control to win a
woman—body, mind and soul.
Excerpt—Temptress of Time
San Francisco, California
Present day
Diane de
Bourgh stared at the cover art for her next medieval romance and felt her
heartbeat double. The artist must have invaded her dreams, drawing not only two
physically perfect, warrior-like specimens, but their faces too. The dark-haired
man had the face of a fallen angel—cynical and weary. The blond looked like the
kid-next-door—open to any adventure that might come his way. Devil and angel in
the bodies of sculpted gods, hewn not by chisels but by long hours of training
with sword and mace and shield and by even longer hours on the battlefield.
What
made her heart race like a horse hitched to an old-fashioned fire engine was
the certainty that she knew them both. She could have met them at a release
party her publisher had hosted, but since she made it a point to arrive late
and leave early on those occasions, she doubted they’d met there. She despised
promotional conferences, attending solely because they increased sales.
Besides, the way she reacted to the men was so intense, so visceral, that were
they to appear in her home office she wouldn’t know which one to throw herself
at first. Given that they both looked accustomed to doing the ravishing, she
doubted they’d have any problems in the sex department.
She was
the problem. She had difficulty making choices and when she did…she usually
made the wrong one. On the other hand, if she met up with one or both of them,
she might learn more about true passion and real love—emotions she found it difficult
to write about with any degree of honesty. She did feel aroused—on occasion—but
it felt more like an itch that needed scratching than a precursor to undying
commitment.
With these
two, however, she’d bet her last dollar they’d make the choice for her— just
like her medieval hero tried to do with her spirited heroine. While her heroine
had to live within the morés and conventions of the time period, Diane always
imbued the young women in her books with spunk or wile or feminine charms that
made the hero realize his chosen mate wasn’t a carpet upon which he could tread
with muddy boots.
She
glanced at the cover art again. The pair seemed so much like her chauvinist
heroes, she vowed that if she ever met them in their own milieu, she’d teach
them a thing or two about how to treat a woman.
Reaching
out to shut off her computer, a wave of dizziness caught her off-guard. Nausea
roiled in her belly and bile bubbled in her throat. The room spun as if an
earthquake had struck, but it didn’t stop. It spun until she blacked out, lost
in blessed darkness.
Available October 5, 2012
Ellora’s Cave
Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance e-books
ISBN: 9781419935619
