Guest blog by BL Bonita, author of Romancing a Stranger
Silly question, I know, but it does happen. Maybe you’ve gone on a blind date and at the end of the evening, as the guy drops you off at your doorstep, you decide to reward him with a little peck. Maybe some random hunk saved your life from a would-be killer, and you felt it fitting to show him how thankful you are with a kiss. A little out there, maybe, but hey, crazier things have happened.
Like in my upcoming time travel, Romancing a Stranger. My heroine, Milli, finds a strange globe on her doorstep and brings it inside her home. That little mistake (or blessing?) changes her life in a way she could never have imagined. From 2010 back to 1889 Boston, life is quite different. For a modern and very willful woman like Milli, hanging with the crowd is more than a little awkward.
Not only does she have to hold her tongue and be reasonably proper, she must also search for a way back home—all while playing the role of wife to a man she doesn’t know. After all, she’s the modern version of his real wife. But why was she sent to the past, and where is the woman she replaced?
ROMANCING A STRANGER – available March 19 at Noble Romance Publishing.
She’s tough enough to survive anything . . . or so she thinks.
Either Milli Bishop is drunk out of her mind, or she seriously just woke up one-hundred years in the past. One minute she’s gazing at an amethyst ball; the next she’s fainting in the arms of a stranger . . . who claims to be her husband. Can she find her way back to the future, or will the taste of a real gentleman be too irresistible to escape?
He’s bored and lonely . . . until she comes along.
Warden Blackwood is confused by the sudden change in his estranged wife and believes she’s cut a path out of her head. Once frigid and indifferent, she’s suddenly arousing him with her scandalous seduction and shocking language. Should he continue his pursuit of a mistress—or tame his wayward wife? Only time will tell . . . .
From what little moonlight trickled in through the windows, she could tell it was a study or library. All three walls were covered with bookshelves, the fourth encasing a fireplace. She walked around the room, splaying her fingertips over the backs of the two winged-back chairs and then over the mantle. The room smelled like cigar, brandy, and Warden. She might be in a strange place, in a completely different time, but, for some reason, the scent of him kept her sane.
A beam of moonlight glinted off something round sitting on the desk. It reflected like light off a purple mirror. Purple.
The amethyst ball!
How could this be? Did the globe come back to the past with her? Would it bring her back?
She rubbed it. Nothing happened. No glowing light, not a damn thing. The prickle of tears made her blink rapidly. She may have come to enjoy her time here, but she still had the urge to go home. She wanted to see her friends, wanted to get back to work writing her weekly newspaper columns.
She rubbed it harder this time, desperate for the globe to save her.
A sob wrenched from her throat.
“Be careful. You might disturb its purpose.”
Milli spun around with a gasp. The silhouette of a tall man stood on the threshold, leaning casually against the door frame. She knew, even without seeing his face, it was Warden.
Warden stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him. If it wasn’t for her instant attraction to the man, and the knowledge that he was her husband, she might’ve been scared. A beam of silvery light bathed his face. His dark-angel looks made her heart pound harder. He was so tall and broad and deliciously sexy, but, at the moment, he looked deeply troubled.
“You don’t remember? Ah, that’s right; Josephine mentioned you’ve forgotten everything, including me.”
She ignored his sarcastic tone. “I asked you a question.”
Warden stared at her, his feelings unreadable. “Saska’s globe is given to the one you love. If that love is returned, all of your dreams come true.”
Saska. Another piece of the puzzle.
“Where did you get it?”
“From the leader of the traveling Finnish Romas. Saska himself.”
“Why would you give it to me?”
In two strides he was in front of her. Milli had to crane her neck to gaze up at him. His dark eyes singed a burning path up her arms when he stared down at her. His hand cupped over hers holding the globe.
“It took weeks for me to find you the perfect gift. When I gave it to you before the party, you barely glanced at it. Do you know how hurtful it is to love someone, to give them everything they want, only to have them act as though you don’t exist?”
“I’m not who you think—”
“Why did you come to the study, Millicent? You never come to this room. In fact, you never come near me.” His piercing gaze made her skin tingle and heart pound. “What do you want from me?”
Milli fought for some explanation, some kind of reasoning. The things he said about her were confusing. “I—I was looking for my globe. I want it back.”
He stood so close she could feel the heat of his body and smell the booze on his breath.
“How about I give you another gift instead?”
Warden seized her wrists. Startled, she dropped the globe and it rolled away. He pulled her roughly against him and sealed her mouth with his. The kiss was demanding, meant to hurt . . . to punish. She whimpered as their mouths met in a heated battle. Caught between the urge to push him away and her body’s hot reaction, she felt light-headed and nervous, but, most of all, wanted.
His kiss was so good, so tantalizing. Aching with need, Milli pushed up on her tiptoes and arched her back, pressed her chest hard against him. Warden groaned and slid his tongue in her mouth, deliciously sliding along hers. Hot and cold shivers rushed through her, making her pulse between her thighs. She wanted to take him in, deep and hard, and forget about this craziness.
She may not know exactly where she was, or how she’d get home, but she was sure this tension between them could be eased by one thing.
She wanted to show him that whoever Mrs. Blackwood was before was not the same woman standing before him.
Would you fit in with the proper crowd and enjoy the everyday duties expected of a woman back then, or would you be under lock and key in a madhouse with me?
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BL Bonita lives in Eastern Ontario with her retired USMC Captain, however, she grew up in the lush wilderness of Northern Ontario at a family-owned hunting/fishing resort. Nature has always inspired her to write, and her imagination is as wild as her memories of the bush. Some call her funny, some call her a little crazy, and to her family, she’s the black sheep of the bunch. BL writes multiple categories/themes of erotic romance, always with a touch of humor and wild adventure—a reflection of her own life. And of course, strong coffee is a necessity while the writing bug has her in its fiery grip.
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