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Matthias Thorne, a heroic knight, finds himself accused of a horrible crime he doesn’t remember. He flees his home in shame, believing he is guilty, but in his flight he stumbles across an ancient portal taking him far away to the future. In modern day Wales, Matthias lives with the troubles of the past long buried. He guards the mystery on his ancestral property as closely as he guards his own heart—until Carrie Greer, a modern-day herbalist, accidentally discovers his secret and drags him back to the hell he’d left behind in the 13th century.
Thrust into close confines with Carrie, Matthias is drawn into the depths of her trusting eyes and forms a tenuous bond with her that soon ignites a burning passion. Carrie’s faith becomes his inspiration as he fights inner demons that could shatter the bond of trust growing between them. Together they fight enemies of the flesh, church and time as Matthias attempts to win Carrie's love before his dark secret chases her away.
(368 pages) Spicy
Excerpt:
"It's true." He shook his head again, a frown furrowing his forehead. "Rannulf may have let you in, but I guarantee he's just outside the door listening. He's listening for you to sound the alarm, for furniture to fly. I am ... infamous."
"That's ridiculous. Rannulf's probably back in his own quarters by now. Why would I raise such a ruckus?"
His hand tightened on hers. "Care to test me?"
She figured he'd meant his notion about the eavesdropping knight, but for some reason the way he'd said it, voice all deep and gravelly, she conjured up intriguing images of her testing him. All of him.
The stone walls were thick. You had to be right by the door to hear raised voices within. She could sing at the top of her lungs and probably nobody would hear to come ask what the racket was.
"If I kissed you ... would you scream?" he whispered.
"Of course I wouldn't." Oh, she hadn't meant to sound as if she welcomed another kiss. Which she just might. "I mean, kissing you isn't exactly frightening. Right now, you're paranoid and drunk, but you're not a beast. I'm not afraid of you, and nobody thinks you're going to hurt me. I certainly don't."
He pressed her palm to his lips for a warm kiss and then placed her hand just above his heart. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the sensation of his skin beneath hers. His chest rose and fell on deep breaths. He stroked his knuckles along the sensitive skin of her inner arm, outstretched toward him. Awareness spurred the blood in her veins to quicken under his motion.
