BREATHLESS
PRESS PRESENTS
FOR
ALL TIME BY J.M. POWERS
17th May 2013
Title: For All Time
Author: J.M. Powers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Rating: 1
Publisher: Breathless Press
Formats Available In: All eBook
formats
Word Count: 13,762
Release Date: 17th May 2013
ISBN: 978-1-77101-994-1
RRP: 1.99
Blurb: When Sage stumbles across
a man hanging by his coat in a tree, she's torn between fear and
curiosity. He introduces himself as Sir Cade, and though his English
accent sends a tingle through her, Sage finds his Renaissance
clothing and archaic choice of words odd. An accidental touch sends a
jolt of inexplicable electricity through her and after they kiss,
Sage finds herself on an enchanted adventure filled with medieval
mayhem and the possibility of a new life. Will Sage go out on a limb
and believe in the magic he professes? Or will she remain rooted to
her time without him?
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Excerpt:
"Shit." She removed her hand,
but the after effect still resonated within her. Showered in the
sensation, yet oddly chilled without the warmth of his touch, an
involuntary shiver ran through her. "Who the hell are you?"
she whispered.
"C-Cade. Sir Cade—of Surrey."
His eyes clouded. "Damnation, woman, are ye a witch?"
Despite the seriousness of the moment,
she couldn't help but smile. "A witch? Um, definitely not. I
think it's you." She braced herself. "Watch." As soon
as she laced her fingers through his, he sucked in a breath.
Her eyelids twitched then closed, and
she fell into the depths. The pulse of pleasure, like a bubble of air
in a pond, slowly rose and popped at the surface of her mind then
rippled. It felt...right.
"Pray thee! Ye must cease this."
Cade slipped from her grasp, his eyes wide.
She gasped at the sudden disconnection.
"I didn't do...whatever that was."
He took several steps back, his eyes
nearly black with...was that fury? "Ye harbor power over
my...emotions."
Oh, that wasn't fury she imagined, but
passion.
"I—" What could she say? It
was as if there was an electric current pulsing through him. One that
singed the very core of her and made her quake with need. Her heart
quickened at the thought of his fingers running over her body,
searing her with his touch. She had no doubt it could ignite into
something truly magical. Kiss him, a voice inside her urged.
Surprised by the thought, she almost followed through. Who was this
strange man with electrifying hands?
"Is Surrey a planet?" she
blurted. "Are you an alien?" The shock created stupidity,
the only explanation for her ignorant remark. "I mean, where is
Surrey?"
He tilted his head, a crooked smile
conflicting with his furrowed brow. "I dare not ask what an
alien is. Or a planet for that matter. But, I assure ye, Surrey is
here in England."
It took a moment for his words to sink
in. "Oh, Cade." She took his hand, but he snatched it away.
She eyed the muscles straining against his shirt when he ran his hand
over his face. She wanted to rip his friggin' clothes off. "You're
in New York."
"York, England?"
Shit, the hope in his eyes was painful.
She hated to snuff it out. "No. Upstate New York." His
blank stare made her continue. "Have you heard of Grand Island?"
Still nothing. "In between Niagara Falls and Buffalo?"
He slumped to the forest floor. "Hell's
teeth," he whispered. "'Tis not a place I have ever heard
of."
"Well, the island is tiny, but
surely you've heard of Niagara Falls?" Her giggle cut short at
the shake of his head. "Oh shit." She sat beside him.
"You're teasing me, right?"
He raked his fingers through his hair.
"I jest not."
A thought gnawed at the edge of her
mind. A weird, outlandish thought. "Okay." She opened her
mouth, clamped it shut, then tried again. "Now let me get this
straight. You're from England."
"Aye." He propped his elbows
on his knees and cradled his face.
"And you've never heard of New
York?" Her words sounded wooden, even to her own ears.
"Or the place of falls." His
hair draped over his face. She wanted to brush it aside to see if he
was smiling. Messing with her. Anything to ease her racing heart.
About The Author:
J.M. Powers is the alter ego of a woman
named Jeannie. Jeannie works a day job while J.M. creates new
adventures in the romance genre.
J.M. lives on an island in upstate New
York where she tolerates the harsh winters and relishes rare sunny
days.
Jeannie, a mother of five, is
proficient at crust-free tuna sandwiches, Buffalo chicken wings, and
embarrassing her kids by wearing skinny jeans to the grocery store.
Both women juggle between work, play,
teaching teenagers to drive, and writing romance novels. Though the
days can be hectic and schedules full, everything falls together
without broken bones or hearts.
You can find this multi-published
author at the following links:
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