Saturday, February 13, 2021

Saturday's Blurbs featuring books by Susan A. Royal #MFRWAuthor #Fantasy, paranormal #Time travel #Texas




 Not Long Ago

Erin has met the man of her dreams, but it’s complicated. It’s one of those long-distance relationships, and Griffin is a little behind the times--somewhere around 600 years.

Erin and her employer, March, are transported to a time where chivalry and religion exist alongside brutality and superstition. Something is not quite right at the castle, and they are certain mysterious Lady Isobeil is involved. And they must cope with crop circles, ghosts, kidnapping, and death while searching for the way home.

Posing as March’s nephew, Erin finds employment as handsome Sir Griffin’s squire. From the start, she’s attracted to him and grows to admire his courage, quiet nobility, and devotion to duty. Yet Erin must deny her feelings. She wants to go home, but she can’t stop thinking about her knight in shining armor


 

From Now On

Griffin has traveled across the centuries to reunite with the woman he loves, but he and Erin may not get their ‘happy ever after’. Not if Lady Isobeil has anything to do with it. Griffin has to leave Erin behind and travel to eerie Manx Island. When he goes missing, Erin and his friends set out to find him. Followed by his strong-willed sister, Kateryn, they ride to Swansea and secure passage with the notorious Captain Akin.
Erin sees firsthand how the island earned its dark reputation when she battles freakish weather, encounters a race of little people known as “Prowlies”, and experiences ghosts of the long departed. She discovers “ley lines” crossing the island’s mountain peak and that make time travel possible.
Yet these obstacles pale in comparison to the secret Erin uncovers while determined to rescue the man she loves.

To The Past

A noise sounded in the alleyway behind me, echoing in the growing shadows that signaled the end of the day. It stopped me in my tracks.

          Common sense argued it was only a stray cat prowling around outside the tavern kitchen in the hopes of finding something to eat. Maybe a night bird stalking its prey. Or the clumsy steps of someone who couldn’t hold his liquor. Nothing more.

But I could always be wrong. A million possibilities raced through my mind while I strained my ears, listening.

          I heard it again, closer this time. Loud enough to identify. Gravel crunching. The sound of footsteps moving in my direction. Not an animal. Or some farmer stumbling around in the dark, trying to find his way home.

          Probably the squire I’d seen in the tavern. Damn the luck! He must have recognized me and followed. I’d only wanted to sneak away from the castle for a little while. Get some fresh air. Enjoy some downtime.

          Halfway through my first mug of ale, the knot of nerves in my stomach had relaxed, leaving me feeling almost normal until I glanced up to see a familiar face.

           Deroc, the stocky young man with the boisterous voice, was more than an acquaintance. We had a history. While the other patrons saw nothing more than a squire with a free evening and a few coins to spend, chances are he’d see through my disguise and recognize me.

          Lady Erin, wife of Sir Griffin. In this world, someone in my station had no business frequenting taverns. Not alone and certainly not at night. 

          His arrival gave me little choice but to sneak out the side door and hurry back to the castle, praying he was too busy ogling the barmaids to pay close attention.

          Otherwise, things could get sticky. Knowing Deroc, He’d insist on escorting me back to the quarters that Griffin and I shared. And if I refused, things would only get worse. He’d go straight to him and spill his guts about seeing me. Either way meant trouble. Might as well go back and face the music. Not that I had any other options.  

          After waiting several minutes, waiting for Deroc to show himself, I began to wonder. What reason did he have for lurking around in the shadows like some stalker? Why? To teach me a lesson?     

          Indignant, I whirled and glared into the lengthening shadows. “If yo

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