A 300-year old Celtic curse unites a career woman from the present with a western doctor from the past. Delaney Marshall is disappointed with the dating scene and making costly mistakes in her career. On a day when everything goes wrong, a rainbow appears and a strange little Irish cabbie urges her to cross a bridge she’s never seen before–causing her to question her sanity after realizing she’s stepped into a Wild West 121 years in the past. Gabriel Whitman, a handsome bachelor with a secret, is the town doctor in 1888 Phoenix. When a runaway wagon threatens the life of a pretty blonde in a short skirt and mismatched shoes, he pushes her out of harm’s way–and more than sparks from the wagon wheels start to fly. Somehow Delaney’s traveled into another world and found the man of her dreams. But can true love transcend the separation of time? Excerpt:
When Delaney glanced at her watch, she realized the celebration had carried on for two hours. She had a headache and felt dizzy. She placed three fingers to her aching forehead. Gabriel helped her to her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You’re pale.” She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Although she wasn’t sure she was okay, she signaled by shaking her head and let her eyes sweep across the ramada. The Pima were leaving, disappearing into the dark like phantoms in the night. Dances With Wind and her newly christened Flying Star were lifted and taken back to their hogan in the hide, by the same broad shouldered men who had carried them out. Running Deer, She Who Dreams, and One Who Cries followed their mother and baby brother. He Who Fights Bravely waited behind and stood in front of Delaney in all his bare-chested beauty. She stared into his deep brown eyes. She was mesmerized, drunk, high, confused, and aroused all at the same time. She grabbed Gabriel’s hand and squeezed. He squeezed back. She wondered what was to come next. It had been a very weird night so far. A shiver ran down her spine as He Who Fights Bravely asked, “You like celebration?” “Yes. Very much.” It was all she could squeak out. He moved his head up and down—once—firmly. “Follow me.” He led the couple to a small dwelling far down the road, past his own home. It was located right on the banks of the river. The bright moon’s rays lit up the splashing water, which shone like diamonds. Delaney had a strong desire to strip and go skinny-dipping. “Stay here tonight,” the Indian said, making an arc with the sweep of his hand. “You make love.” He looked back and forth, between them. Seemed there’d be no conversation about it. He Who Fights Bravely spun around and sprang off like a gazelle back down the road. Stunned, the two of them stood frozen, speechless for a moment. The man’s announcement had awakened Delaney from her drug-induced reverie with a jolt, as if ice water had been thrown on her. But it was Gabriel who found his voice first. He quietly said, “Well, our mutual friend certainly seems determined to get us together tonight.” The corners of her mouth tilted. The drink had made her reckless and over-confident. Silently, she grasped his hand and pulled him inside. The entrance to the hogan was much smaller than the one He Who Fights Bravely and his family lived in. They bent down and crawled on their hands and knees through the small arched doorway. When her eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings, she glimpsed the makings of a soft animal hide and fur bed on the ground. Crawling toward the bed, she drew Gabriel with her. Reviews: “Stacey Coverstone has once again made her name in the world of writing.” ~Brenda Talley, reviewer, The Romance Studio “A pleasant romance with likeable characters that exlores what we value in life and the importance of finding our calling.” ~Carol, reviewer, Love Western Romance Stacey’s Biography: Stacey Coverstone lives in Maryland with her husband, daughters, horses, German Shepherds, and some barn cats. She has a Master’s degree in Human Resources Development and works at a private liberal arts college. She’s been writing all her life and is the published author of five romances and two books for children. Having fallen in love with cowboys at an early age, her favorite genre to write is the western romance, both contemporary and historical. When she’s not writing, Stacey enjoys horseback riding, photography, scrapbooking, and traveling—especially the American West where most of her stories take place. **** Buy The Book!
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