When young witch, Jane Wells, discovers her love is a vampire she risks all to travel back to a time when Vampires and Witches are plentiful and powerful to try to change his fate.
A risky venture, it is a feat that even the most adept witches find challenging.
Does she have what it takes to succeed?
Duncan moved off the bed as his father stomped out of the room; slamming the door soundly behind him for emphasis. He stood at the side of the bed and looked at me apologetically before silently bowing to Margaret and strolling none-too securely out of the room.
I found it remarkable that these people had the power to bring my vampire lover to his emotional knees like that. It was clear that the beliefs of his upbringing were strongly instilled within the depths of his being. I couldn’t help wonder what this meant for us.
“Remove this trollop from my bed and away from my sight,” Margaret barked at Elizabeth. Without warning she flew to the bed and slid her hand beneath my skirts to fondle the sticky proof that Duncan had truly been with me. I gasped, but was too shocked to do anything about it. She pulled her hand free and stared at her fingers in disgust. “Make certain the bedclothes are immediately disposed of!”
Silence permeated the room as Lady Margaret-Jane left the room as majestically and as quickly as possible. I remained on the bed, still stunned into silence, while I processed what just happened. Elizabeth was the first to come to her senses and begin moving around the room.
“’Tis most irregular m ‘lady,” she said nervously.
“My name is Jane,” I replied softly.
“Pardon? Yes… yes, Jane,” Elizabeth wrung her hands. “’’Tis most irregular. ‘Tis wrong to address you as Jane, m’ lady. I do not know who you are, but you are clearly someone Lord Duncan cares for and you… well… you are the image of Lady Margaret. I do not feel right calling you by your given name.”
“Well, I’m not a lady,” I boldly stated in my own American English, “and I’m not from this time. I’m from the future and in the future we aren’t called m’ lady, or Lady, or whatever,” I flipped at her as I hopped out of bed.
My shock was replaced by anger and indignation.
“Oh?” Elizabeth gasped and backed up.
“In the future, Duncan and I are lovers. We live together openly as a couple. What you saw when you unceremoniously barged in on us was a reunion between a couple and I resent being called a trollop!” I declared. I knew it wasn’t right to take my anger out on Elizabeth, but she was the only one in the room to listen to me and I needed to vent. “We don’t use the word trollop anymore either!” I puffed. “It’s slut!”
About the Author:
Eileen Sheehan lives in her native upstate New York where she enjoys the beauty of the New York Countryside.
When she is not sitting at the computer creating a new fantasy, she can be found helping her clients through her holistic business as Lena Sheehan a.k.a. Psychic Lena.
She takes advantage of her experiences, wisdom and knowledge of the paranormal and often finds ways to insert them into her writings.
Curl up with your e-reader or paperback and lose yourself in Eileen Sheehan’s exciting paranormal/fantasy world of magic, time travel, vampires, shape shifters, werewolves, and more! You’ll grab the edge of your seat, befriend -and maybe fall in love with- her heroes and heroines and have a laugh or two as you enjoy her fast paced novels for readers of most ages. Although she strives to create a well-rounded story, Eileen is an incurable romantic so don’t expect an abundance of horror. She prefers to make love, not gore.
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