A Moment In Time
Deb Stover
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: B00LK2NXOM
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A Time-Travel Western Romance
Alone in a Rocky Mountain cabin, hairdresser Jackie Clarke wonders if a bad hair day can get any worse when smooth-talking lover "Blade" makes off with her car, her cash, and her dignity. Just when things can't possibly get any worse, they do. A blizzard strands her in an abandoned ghost town, then a blazing inferno and a lewd painting thrust her back to 1891, where she is mistaken for a a famous saloon singer. When she lands in the arms of a miner with a heart of gold, her bad hair day may become a dream come true. Maybe...
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circumstances that had brought her here when that red hair wasn't staring him in the face. "Ah, you missed it." She turned and smiled, her teeth gleaming in the darkness. "I made a wish." "Did you now?" What would a woman like her wish for? She probably had plenty of money tucked away somewhere, and he knew firsthand that the miners adored her. What more could she want that she didn't already have? He remembered her comment about wanting a child. Was that her wish? "I can't tell you
there staring at me all morning, Morrison?" She reached down and trailed her fingernail along the bottom of his foot. Todd giggled and Cole jerked his foot to safety beneath the covers, rolling onto his side in one smooth motion. No need to let anybody see his typical morning randy state. Then again, she'd probably already noticed. With a sigh, he swung his legs to the floor, keeping the quilt bunched in his lap. Squinting, he glanced up at her. "Mind giving a man a little privacy?" She
the kind of woman a man like Cole Morrison wanted as a stepmother for his son. Besides, he thought Jackie was a notorious saloon singer. Hardly mother material. Of course, in truth, she wasn't a saloon singer. She was just a foolish hairdresser from another century, trapped in the past because of her own stupidity. So she should sleep with him, have her jollies and be done with it. Get him out of her system. Wasn't that how a man would handle it? Slam-bam, thank you, ma'am? That was the
him find a way to get to Oregon. After a delicious, lingering moment, he pulled back and smiled. "I just want to make sure you really understand that invitation to Oregon." Her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath. "What about it, Cole?" "I wasn't asking you to do anything...improper." Redness flooded his face. "Ah, rats." She rubbed herself against him. "Are you sure about that, big guy? We've been properly improper already. Several times." His drew a sharp breath and
over his body. He held her tighter, suddenly afraid. Had the fire done this to her? Driven her mad? But what did he fear? Her madness? No. He feared for his own sanity. Dear God, I almost believe her. He dragged in a shaky breath, still rubbing her back. She trembled against him and he leaned back to gaze down at her shadowy face in the moonlight. "Then what happened?" She lifted one shoulder in a shrug and sighed. "I woke up in the Gold Mine Saloon, but it was brand new like it is
