Determination is Cadence Hamilton’s middle name. She sets her sights on a lofty goal in a man’s profession: to be the most sought after architect on the West Coast. When she hears of the chance to draft the renovation of a 14th Century Scottish castle, she jumps at her dream job…never expecting to be whisked away to the century itself.
Nicholas Kincaid, sole heir to Dunmaben castle, is in a horrible predicament: marry or forfeit his lands. But the woman who visits his dreams keeps him from falling into wedded bliss. With the clock ticking, he follows duty to marry to avoid losing his beloved home and will do whatever it takes to ensure the security and safety for all, both in and outside of his walls. Except the woman, who beholds secrets he seeks, becomes his distraction….
Neither Nicholas nor Cadence anticipates the threats close to home, or the lives that will be lost in the process. As their relationship is tested and unknown enemies revealed, will their love conquer all? Even the boundary of time?
Genre: Paranormal, sweet romance, time travel, historical
Heat level: 2
Word count – 50k
Cover art by LFD Designs
“Tell me, Miss Hamilton, what do you see? I know what your vision looks like both on paper and in a scale version. But sitting here, what do you see? Close your eyes and describe it to me.” His soft, unexpected request tugged at her heart strings.
After a few silent moments, Cadence realized she wouldn’t get away from this encounter without indulging him, if only for a moment. She let her eyes drift shut again. It didn’t take long for her mind to resume where it’d left off.
“I’m sitting outside of the kitchen watching small children run from the door into a building on the other side of the bailey.” Pots clanged in the distance. “A hundred yards off from the kitchen sits a quaint church, a single large cross at its peak, beckoning all from afar.” A cool breeze tousled her hair and tickled the nape of her neck. “A garden, booming with fresh vegetables and herbs, sits behind the church.” She inhaled and could smell cooked carrots and a roast on the fire.
Cadence put her hands over her rumbling stomach to silence its protests.
“What else?” he asked in a melodic tone.
Her vision panned out to give her a bird’s eye view. People entered and exited the main gate, all dressed in medieval attire. Sounds of laughing children, men giving orders, and the jingle of horse’s tack filled her ears.
Cadence couldn’t ignore the second gurgle of her protesting stomach. She pulled back from her daydream and lifted her lids.
But the vision remained. Confused, Cadence closed her eyes, rubbed vigorously, and then opened her lids once more. Everything stayed the same.
Strong, tall walls stood off to the side. White plumes of smoke billowed out of a chimney fifty feet away. Where’d the building come from? It hadn’t been there two minutes ago.
After the fifth failed attempt of righting the world around her, Cadence pushed off of the bench, ready to walk out of whatever weird alternate reality she’d unknowingly stepped into.
“Ow!” She forgot to look up, a bad habit she needed to break one of these days.
Hands clutched her upper arms. “Who are you and what are you doing in my bailey?” A hard, male voice demanded in Gaelic.
The owner of the hands cutting off the circulation in her arms wasn’t Collin, but an unknown man with a broad chest, his face shadowed by the glaring sun. What had happened to Collin?
Run! her body screamed at her.
“Well, gel, spit it out!” he demanded, again in Gaelic, before releasing her.
Cadence moved and let her feet fly.
Erin Pryor is a very hard-working wife and mother to two. When she isn’t busy pounding away at the keyboard, she spends time going on dates with her husband and hanging out with the kids. Her favorite hobbies are reading, quilting, and figure skating. Erin’s books are inspired by her passion for Medieval Scotland. She’s always wondered ‘what if’, motivating her to explore the boundaries of time travel.