Love is a leap. Sometimes you need to jump…
Happy Medieval Monday! I'm pleased to welcome author Sherry Ewing. This week's snippet is from her irresistible time travel romance To Follow My Heart.
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About the book:
After a gut wrenching break up with her fiancé, Jenna Sinclair heads to the coast to do a little soul searching. To say everything is subject to change is putting it mildly. Her world is not only turned upside down, but pretty much torn asunder when she is pulled through a time gate on the beach beneath the Cliff House and transported more than eight hundred years into the past.
Fletcher Monroe, captain of the garrison knights at Berwyck Castle, has wasted too much time pining for a woman who will never be his. When he finally decides to move on with his life and focus on his duties, he is suddenly confronted with a woman who magically appears at his feet. This could either be the best thing that has ever happened to him or another cursed event in a string of many. He soon finds he is wildly attracted to her, but she’s scared to death of him - not a very encouraging beginning.
From the shores of California to twelfth century England and back again, Jenna and Fletcher must find a way to reconcile their two different worlds before Time forever tears them apart.
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Now for the snippet:
He had been waiting for her all his life. Jenna would complete him as no other woman on this earth ever could. Common sense began to seep into his brain, and it took every ounce of control within him to pull her from his arms.
See last week’s snippet on Ruth A. Casie’s blog: www.RuthACasie.blogspot.com
Follow along next week and find Sherry’s snippet on Judith Sterling’s blog: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/
Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran