by Loc Glin
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Heat Rating: SENSUAL
Word Count: 44,821
Categories: Historical Paranormal Romance (MF), Time Travel, HEA
Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again.
Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice.
Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up.
Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.
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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