Hi Stella, Thank you so much for hosting me today.
With SECRETS IN TIME, I have moved away from my darker historical romance stories to a more light hearted time travel romance. I had enormous fun writing this story, particularly playing with the “What if…” aspects of moving characters between time periods.
Here’s the official “blurb” for SECRETS IN TIME:
With time working against them, Nathaniel has to convince Jessica why fate brought them together before he ís forced to return to his own era and certain death in battle.
Can the strength of love overcome all obstacles, even time itself?
Just for a change from a dry old post, I thought I would do a character interview with my gorgeous hero, Nat.
Ms. Stuart: Good morning, Colonel Preston, do you have a few moments to spare?
Nathaniel Preston: *takes hand of interviewer* Enchanted, Mistress Stuart. Please call me Nat, that seems to be how I am addressed in this time.
AS: *blushes as she extricates her hand and clears throat* How delightful to meet a man with such old fashioned manners. Tell me…Nat…you must notice a great deal of differences between modern men and the men of your time.
NP: Well it seems to me that men of your time have forgotten how to woo a lady. Take away Indian curry and a movie on the television is surely no substitute for time and attention. Unfortunately I have so little time…
AS: What do you mean?
NP: There is a terrible burden in knowing your own fate, Mistress Stuart. I have seen my tomb and I know I must return to my own time and the fate that awaits me there.
AS: Which is?
NP: In a few days time I will die in battle.
AS: But that’s awful? Why can’t you just stay here?
NP: Because there is a reason I have come to the house of Dr. Shepherd. Her skills as a doctor are needed for someone I care about.
AS: Can you tell me more?
NP: Not now… I see my delightful witch… I mean, Dr. Shepherd, is returning and every moment with her is precious. Goodbye.
AS: *waves* Goodbye…
And on that note…here is Nat and Jess’s first kiss…
Excerpt from SECRETS IN TIME
I closed my eyes to fight back the tears and sensed, rather than saw him draw near. He folded me into his arms and I found I couldn’t resist leaning my head against his chest. He smelled of my soap and something else, spicy and foreign.
His lips brushed my hair. “Jessie, my witch,” he whispered.
“I’m such a fool.” I sniffed. “I only met you two days ago and you don’t even belong here. You could be whisked away at any moment and then where will that leave me?”
His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek as he sighed and his breath whispered past my cheek as he replied, “I do not know the answer to that question, Jessie. I’m here for a reason. It was not some momentary lapse in God’s concentration that sent me over your wall.”
“A reason? What reason? How--”
He laid a finger against my lips. “Later.” He stroked the hair back from my face and smiled down at me.
My heart began to race. Whatever had brought him here didn’t matter, not for this moment.
He continued. “You are right, Jessica. I know I must go back to my death. That is my fate and cannot be changed. I would rather die in the knowledge that, for a few brief moments, I had some happiness with a woman who intrigues me beyond measure.” He smiled and tugged gently at a lock of my hair.
“That is the corniest pick up line I have heard,” I muttered as his lips touched mine, stifling my objections. It may have been corny but it was effective. I would have given myself to him there and then on the bridle path.
I closed my eyes and parted my lips, devouring the taste of him. In my carefully ordered life, the pattern of time had not only been disrupted, but had given me the opportunity to forget for a while that I was a sensible, responsible doctor. For a fleeting moment I could just be a woman; a woman responding to a man in a way she had never experienced before.
I stood poised on the edge of a cliff from which I might never return. He could be gone tomorrow, tonight even, and I would be left forever wondering what it would be like to lie in his arms. We parted and I leaned my head against his chest. He rested his head on mine, engulfing me in his strength and solidity. I closed my eyes listening to the steady rhythm of his heart against my cheek.
I am giving away an ecopy of SECRETS IN TIME to a lucky person who leaves a comment on this blog.
I am an avid reader of my horoscope and have even be known to drop into the local tarot reader but do we really want to know what our futures hold? What are your thoughts?
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Secrets in Time by Alison Stuart
When a seventeenth century cavalier hurls himself over her garden wall, Doctor Jessica Shepherd is more angry than surprised. No stranger to military re-enactors, there is something different about Nathaniel Preston. If he is to be believed, something...or someone...has sent him forward in time from the midst of a civil war to the quiet English countryside of the twentieth century.
What is worse than falling for a man with a three hundred year age difference, is the certain knowledge he must return to his own time...and his death in battle.
Why has he travelled through time to find Jess? Who has sent him? And can Jess save him from his fate?
Alison has generously offered an ebook copy of Secrets in Time to a lucky commenter!
To be entered just leave a comment answering Alison's question: I am an avid reader of my horoscope and have even be known to drop into the local tarot reader but do we really want to know what our futures hold? What are your thoughts?