His soul-mate predicted to come “from afar,” will Logan, Earl of Davenport, aided by his friend Lord Byron -- and Logan’s favourite riding crop -- find his destiny when the independent Esme Tyme finds herself transported from contemporary Boston, Massachusetts to Regency England?
Gordon, the Lord Byron. Prior to my introduction to the Shelleys, my closest friend and confidante is Logan Davenport -- the Earl of Davenport to you. However, having t
he good fortune to witness Esme Tyme's fantastical arrival to my era and into my friend's bed, as well as his
heart, I well know how you 21st century creatures make free with familiarity.
Ah yes...the woman here in my own arms? Of no consequence...except to her favorite clients here in the local brothel, located no great distance from Logan's country estates.
While there are no limits to the number of best lines I write, my personal favorite utterance in this story I direct towards Logan as he moons over his comely time-traveler Esme: "You act as if your head is up your arse in her presence."
Charisse's most astute observation: “Getting off to your ‘Lord of the Locket’ works great for your fantasy life, Esme, but let’s find you a man with a heartbeat for this party."
Esme finds herself dancing a few steps at the launch party with this mysterious stranger dressed in an exquisite Regency "costume." This, of course, constitutes usual garb for Logan in his world. Note: he checked his riding crop at the door....
My favorite line among Logan's many rants regarding his erstwhile house-guest: “She enjoys the riding crop, Lord Byron. I fear to fuel the fire. Perhaps this will cool her fever.”
This he tells Esme prior to dumping her in a river
As one of Logan's house-guests, I witness most of the encounters and clashes between these two proud, independent, stubborn people.
In the middle of yet another heated argument, Logan does what Esme least expects: he leans over to kiss her, this, in spite of the passionate coupling they share prior, their first kiss….They make love in a pounding storm (I know -- I watched), the servants making themselves smaller than usual when the mud-covered lord emerges back into his house, carrying the equally filthy Esme in his arms.
Making Love from Payne...because, sometimes...Love Hurts
Bending Tyme Available from Total-E-Bound
Unstrung Available from Pink Petal Books