BLURB: Katia jumps at the chance to go to
England with
her best friend after Rose ditches her deadbeat boyfriend. While walking
through the market, she spies a large mansion and recognizes the guy out front
as her high school friend Tony. Just as they start to reconnect, Katia passes
through times and lands in the arms of Lord Landon, who looks like Tony but
certainly doesn’t act like him.
Soon,
Katia learns that this 1815 is different from the one in history books. Trapped
in a parallel world, Katia struggles to not fall for Landon but his charm
proves too much for her. Just when she is about to confess her love for him,
Katia travels through time yet again.
The
course of love never did run smooth and if Katia can’t figure out and master
the test of time, she’ll never see or friends again, or worse, never be
reunited with Landon.
So I'm sure you're dying to know the release
date
and luckily it's not that far away! THE TEST OF TIME releases September 9th! Be
sure to grab it on the 9th!
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EXCERPT:
Her legs cramped up again, and she balanced on one leg, pulling the other leg's ankle to her butt to stretch out her quad. As she switched legs, her balance decided to take a hike, and she stumbled down the stairs. Her head cracked against something wicked hard, and she closed her eyes.
Strong hands touched her, helping her to her feet. "Tony?" she murmured, opening her eyes.
A man she had never seen before shook his head, his wispy sideburns not moving. He gave her a puzzled glance as he released her elbow and stepped back to bow. "I am not this Tony, my lady. I am Lord Landon Philamore." He straightened, and his eyes flickered over her so quickly she thought she was mistaken.
Wait—those eyes. She had seen them before. In her dream.
She shook her head and winced. A knot was already forming, and she rubbed it gingerly.
"You're hurt." Without touching her, he still managed to propel her forward into a seat. They were in some kind of living room, with three couches, two chairs, and a roaring fireplace.
Roaring fireplace? But it was summer!
"Where is Tony?" she asked, glad her voice did not tremble.
The man narrowed his strangely colored eyes ever so slightly. Maybe he wasn't used to women talking to him in such a tone, but she didn't care. "There is no one here by the name of Tony."
She opened her mouth, but he held up his hand before clasping both of his behind his back.
"And it should be I who is asking the questions. Who are you and why are you in my mansion?"
"Your mansion?" The guy was delusional.
Or maybe she was dreaming again.
But the pain, the throbbing… She resisted the urge to pinch herself. A masochist she was not.
She stood, intent on walking over to the window to look out, when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
"Sit," he commanded, but his voice had softened. A small degree. "You are not well… Lady…"
Lady? Did she look like a lady to him?
She glanced down at her clothes, relief flooding her at seeing her sundress, although even more wrinkles had been gained from the tumble down the stairs. Normally she wasn't such a klutz.
When she looked at him again, pink colored his cheeks.
"Did you just check me out again?" she demanded.
"Check you out?" His puzzlement seemed genuine as his dark eyebrows drew together. "I assure you, my lady, I do not know what you are referring to."
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