A Mainstream Romance, Paranormal, Time Travel
Heat level rated, Sensual, by Siren-BookStrand Publishing
The Curse of Winford Manor is a sweet love story perfectly suited to those who enjoy romance and a good story. With only one mildly erotic sex scene, this book is more about the journey love takes than the pleasures of the body.
What about the curse, you ask? Ah...that's where the mystery comes in.
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Fish for breakfast, yuck, Leslie thought as she made her choices. Some eggs, sausage, and toast would do nicely this morning. She noticed a newspaper at the end of the serving table. Holding the plate and utensils in one hand, she picked it up. September 5, 1910. It was all she could do to not drop her plate. This had to be some elaborate joke. She stood there staring at the paper in her hand. She just couldn’t wrap her mind around what seemed to be staring her right in the face. Somehow she had traveled back in time. “Is this a current paper?” she asked. She hoped her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt.
“It is a few days old,” James answered.
“I was afraid of that,” she whispered.
“Are you current with events?” he asked. “Not many women are interested in the news. My Emily was. Emily was interested in everything.” His voice trailed off as he turned inward and frowned. Leslie watched his expression change. His brows furrowed, and he moved his head as if rejecting an annoying thought. “No, I’m sorry, I’m not. But you can bring me up to date if you like,” she said as she returned the paper to the table.
Her reply pulled him from his morbid thoughts. “I look forward to it.”
Rose began to fume. “Oh, no, you won’t,” she growled into her napkin. She loosened her tight lips and relaxed her angry expression before removing the napkin from her mouth. “James, may I get anything for you? More coffee perhaps?” she asked sweetly.
“No, thank you, Rose. I’m quite all right.”
“Where is the coffee?” Leslie asked. “I’m dying for a cup.”
“Do you like coffee, Leslie?” Sir James asked.
“I love it, especially Dunkin’ Donuts. Give me a regular, coconut, light and sweet, and I’m in heaven,” she said then realized her mistake. There was no Dunkin’ Donuts in 1910. She cleared her throat. “Yes, I do like coffee.”
“The coffee is over here, dear. Help yourself and join me.” Margaret motioned to the table not far from her.
Leslie put her plate down near Margaret. Then she went to the table and poured her coffee. She needed it strong and black today. She tasted it. “Can’t seem to cut out the sugar, no matter how hard I try.” She added two teaspoons and stirred.
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