Thanks for having me here today, Anna. I thought this was a neat story and a great tie-in to my newest release.
Back in the olden days, when I was younger and unmarried, I took my first tour of England. Some of my other blog posts (schedule below) describe parts of that and subsequent trips.
As our tour coach wound throughout the countryside with its rolling green land, gorgeous and colorful flowers, and warm stone buildings, I kind of dozed off while listening to the guide spin his stories. Backing up here: I was traveling alone. Most everyone else was with a spouse or friend. I was befriended by a young couple traveling with the man’s elderly mother. They were all fun to be with and were an integral part of my future – unbeknownst to all of us.
Anyway, I was dozing as the guide told us about a local legend in the area toward Wales. The legend was that if an unmarried person saw eight white horses in a 24 hour period, she would be married within a year. My seating companion, the mother, kept jabbing me awake whenever she spotted a white horse. You’d think I’d be more on the lookout myself, but thankfully she was.
We crossed over into Wales on our way to Tintern Abbey At that point I was up to 7 white horses. Getting close. As my usual habit, the first thing I did off the coach was find a bathroom (that was the last thing I did before getting back on too). I followed a dirt path with an arrow sign pointing to my goal. Rounding a corner, what should I see in a corral but my 8th white horse. Wow! I’d found him.
Now, back to the young couple and mother. The couple told me they’d met through a video dating service and recommended that to me. At that point in my life, I wasn’t sure I’d ever meet a guy I’d want to marry but wouldn’t mind going out on an occasional date with a nice man. So when I returned to Chicago, a matchmaker was recommended, a very low tech operation where we talked, she filled out information about me, showed me some photos, and I chose a few men who I thought seemed interesting.
Okay, so the trip was in September, by the end of October, I met the third man I was set up with, we were engaged in January, and married the next June. Well within a year promised by my 8th white horse.
Legends do come true.
Ancient Ties. An Erotic Time Travel Romance
Nursing a broken heart, Janney Forrester flies to England for a much needed vacation. She gets one—and much more. A drive through the countryside and the sight of a mysterious heavy gold bracelet found nestled against ruined walls draw her across the crumbling stone threshold of an ancient villa where she beholds a Roman room in perfect historical detail. To add to the unreality, there’s the most gorgeous, masculine man she’s ever seen, her every sensual fantasy personified. Confusion by what’s happening to her vies with attraction when Janney is thrust two thousand years into the past.
Roman soldier Marek Benin Verus considers the woman suddenly appearing before him as a gift from the gods. Zeus knows he needs one! Battle fatigued and emotionally scarred after fifteen years in the army, he’s on a leave of absence and has all the time in the world to devote to seducing this beautiful woman into his bed. He doesn’t plan on the powerful and dangerous emotions she inspires in him.
Marek’s hard, muscular body is too luscious to resist. Janney decides to risk the comfort of her safe life and carpe diem—seize the day. Marek seizes her body and takes her to the edge—and over—to an ecstasy she never knew existed. Can a new world for her, timeless desire, and a loving exploration of each other’s bodies forge a passion that survives centuries of separation?
Setting the scene: Janney visits the baths in ancient Aquae Sulis, the same baths she saw in her own time just a few days before…
Raising her gaze to the temple’s pediment, the Gorgon’s wildly flowing mane of hair and mustache, his wide surprised and sad eyes were familiar. “He’s the most well-known symbol of the baths. Anyone who’s ever visited them recognizes this carving. Don’t you think it’s amazing it lasted two thousand years?”
“Yes, it is.” Augusta said thoughtfully. “That’s the way I feel when I see the ancient stones near Marek’s villa.”
“Stones? What kind?”
“Tall, in a circle. Some sort of Druid religious site.”
“Stonehenge? Marek has a villa near Stonehenge?” She had to see it. Her heart thumped excitedly. A sexual-like ecstasy heated her from the inside out.
She forced her mind back to where she was right now. The baths.
One miracle at a time.
“Augusta,” she tried to keep her voice steady. “I saw a lot of this.” She closed her eyes. “There were enough fragments to piece together to get the idea of what it must have looked like.” She sought the other woman’s gaze. She could handle all these new experiences but needed to know someone else knew who she really was and where she came from.
“Janney, let’s go inside and bathe. I’m sure you’ll be delighted to see the baths as they were originally intended. And we’ll meet my husband and Marek,” Augusta added in encouragement.
She nodded, then stopped, her gaze following Augusta’s retreating back. She sucked in a quick breath, heat roiling in places he’d touched last night. Was he in there now? Naked?
Whew! Now that would be a sight.
“Janney,” Augusta called. “Come on.”
People jostled her to pass on either side. All this was so strange and yet not. She’d read about the baths and had studied their layout. Now, incredibly here was her chance to see them as the Roman’s saw them.
The history was incredible. But every time she told herself it was the history that fascinated her, the truth slammed into her. He fascinated her.
Augusta had to come back and tug her along. “Let’s go. I’m looking forward to a massage. I imagine you are too.”
“I’m coming.” She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath. Whatever was going on here, Augusta was her lifeline. Just follow her, do what she does, learn how to live here in the second century. You don’t have any other choice at the moment.
Strolling past the sacred spring, she could only gawk at the statues surrounding the pool like eerie specters rising from the swirling mist of the hot water. “I don’t have anything to offer the gods.”
“You know about this?”
She laughed aloud shocking the people crowding around her. “I’m sorry,” she giggled, delighted that she struck Augusta speechless. “Yes, I do. We know a lot about your time, this time.”
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, “Why don’t you write them down?” Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process—developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied—third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary—none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I’m lucky enough to write romance full time—the best job in the universe! And I’m fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.
I have several more blog posts scheduled to celebrate the re-release of Ancient Ties and to continue the conversation. Please feel free to go to any posts. There are several different topics:
June 4, Kryssie Fortune – https://kryssiefortune.wordpress.com
June 5, Tina Donahue – http://www.tinadonahue.com/
June 8, Alicia Dean – http://aliciadean.com/alicias-blog/
June 10, Romance Lives Forever – http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com
June 12, Delilah Devlin – http://www.delilahdevlin.com/blog/
June 19, Jessie Clever – http://jessieclever.com/blog/
His, Hers & His
Soldier, Come Home
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay
The Long Road to You
Love Awakens—Erotic Vampire Romance
Scorching Mini Tales—Educating Eris and My Parisian Sabbatical (coming soon)
I’ll Be Your Last