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Secret Lady, sponsored by
Secret Lady, sponsored by
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For my post, I'm featuring
an excerpt with mini-review!
an excerpt with mini-review!
There's also a blitz-wide giveaway!!
Secret Lady
(Ladies In Time, Book 3)
Beth Trissel
Trade Paperback, 232 pages
January 9, 2019
Trade Paperback, 232 pages
January 9, 2019
Kindle Edition, 172 pages
January 19, 2019
The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Fantasy, Historical Fiction,
Paranormal Fiction
Paranormal Fiction
Science Fiction, New Adult
Torn apart by Time, reunited by flames.
At Lavender House, Evie
McIntyre is haunted by the whispers from her bedroom closet. Before she
can make sense of their murmurs, the house "warbles" between times and
transports her to the Civil War. Past and present have blended, and Evie
wishes she'd paid more attention to history. Especially since former
Confederate officer, Jack Ramsey, could use a heads up.
Torn between opposing forces, Jack struggles to defend the valley and people he loves. Meeting Evie turns his already tumultuous world upside down. Will solving the mystery of the whispers return her home, and will the handsome scout be by her side?
Against the background of Sheridan's Burning of the Shenandoah Valley, Jack and Evie fight to save their friends and themselves – or is history carved in stone?
Torn between opposing forces, Jack struggles to defend the valley and people he loves. Meeting Evie turns his already tumultuous world upside down. Will solving the mystery of the whispers return her home, and will the handsome scout be by her side?
Against the background of Sheridan's Burning of the Shenandoah Valley, Jack and Evie fight to save their friends and themselves – or is history carved in stone?
Note
This mini-review is of the excerpt below, and
not the entire book.
not the entire book.
I only do this kind of thing when I'm really interested in a book, which is the
case with this one!
This is certainly intriguing! I love the time switch feeling I get from this short excerpt, with the female protagonist's obvious disorientation. The mention of Doctor Who is cute and humorous, too. And her meeting with that mysterious man with the GORGEOUS eyes.....
Time travel romance is one of my favorite genres, so I will be sure to add this one to my collection!
I already want to know where the story goes from here!
This is certainly intriguing! I love the time switch feeling I get from this short excerpt, with the female protagonist's obvious disorientation. The mention of Doctor Who is cute and humorous, too. And her meeting with that mysterious man with the GORGEOUS eyes.....
Time travel romance is one of my favorite genres, so I will be sure to add this one to my collection!
I already want to know where the story goes from here!
What had happened to the room?
Nothing in the parlor was as it had been a short while ago. Furnishings suited to a monastery had displaced the frou-frou décor. Simple wooden chairs, stools, and a plain couch were arranged in a circle. A small table supported a large black book, possibly the Bible. Discarded knitting lay on a side table. A spinning wheel sat in one corner.
There were no frills anywhere. No lavender sprigged wallpaper or lacy valentines, or anything she remembered. Her grandmother’s cherished things were gone. Everything had changed, and yet, the layout of the room was the same.
Was she lost in a dream, or had she stepped into a parallel universe? That sometimes happened…in Doctor Who, not her world.
Oh, my,” she gulped, and blindly reached out to steady herself against the back of a chair. “Not what I was expecting.”
“Nor are you.” The man called Jack returned the match tin to his pouch and studied her by the flickering light, his sandy brows arching under the broad brim.
“Whew.” He thumbed his hat back. “You’re nothing like Hettie Wenger.”
“Not in this life,” she said in a bare whisper, realization nagging at her.
“Did you have another?”
She nodded, gazing into the most glorious greenish-brown eyes, like sun-dappled trees.
Wham.
Lightning bolt impact.
Nothing in the parlor was as it had been a short while ago. Furnishings suited to a monastery had displaced the frou-frou décor. Simple wooden chairs, stools, and a plain couch were arranged in a circle. A small table supported a large black book, possibly the Bible. Discarded knitting lay on a side table. A spinning wheel sat in one corner.
There were no frills anywhere. No lavender sprigged wallpaper or lacy valentines, or anything she remembered. Her grandmother’s cherished things were gone. Everything had changed, and yet, the layout of the room was the same.
Was she lost in a dream, or had she stepped into a parallel universe? That sometimes happened…in Doctor Who, not her world.
Oh, my,” she gulped, and blindly reached out to steady herself against the back of a chair. “Not what I was expecting.”
“Nor are you.” The man called Jack returned the match tin to his pouch and studied her by the flickering light, his sandy brows arching under the broad brim.
“Whew.” He thumbed his hat back. “You’re nothing like Hettie Wenger.”
“Not in this life,” she said in a bare whisper, realization nagging at her.
“Did you have another?”
She nodded, gazing into the most glorious greenish-brown eyes, like sun-dappled trees.
Wham.
Lightning bolt impact.
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