My book is a Time Travel Romance novel, set on Lake Champlain, South Hero, Vermont
Keealyn McCalley is sent back in time when she puts on a Celtic ring with a spell on it that she finds in the water. She is transported the year 1869, on Lake Champlain, one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. Vermont at that time is a slower paced life, and the islands are much different then in her time l969. One hundred years makes a big difference.
Unfortunately she takes with her all of her fears and insecurities, which have always held her back from finding happiness and love. Her fear of man has always been an obsticle.
In a time when people interacted, when TV was replaced by the brilliance of the star studded evening sky. When accomplishment meant more, because people cared. In a place where she can overcome her fears, because there was one special man there who wanted to help her.
Dogs, cats, horses, and cows complete the minageree of animals that now fill her life. Will she learn to overcome her fears and fall in love with Ryan Wolf? Can she help his children, especially the autisc one. Will she stay in 1869? it. 'If the fates would only let things be'.
A story of love with a paranormal twist, that will capture your interest and take you to a place you will not want to leave.
Excerpt
What the hell…? She knew this wasn’t still in
some part of that nightmare trip she’d taken. It was
too real, the place too old-fashioned. She heard
crickets and saw lightning bugs twinkle outside the
window. A fly buzzed over her head and she listened
to a mosquito or two, droning in their search for the
rich, red blood beneath her skin.
She didn’t hear the blast of car horns, tire
sounds on pavement, or the grinding noise from
trucks changing gears as they flew up and down the
hilly countryside. It was so quiet, no music, no
talking, nothing. Then she heard a latch lift and
something large and furry jumped up onto the bed,
knocking the breath out of her.
Anxiety left her speechless as the light from the
open door spilled into the room and onto the bed she
lay in. The dog lay next to her, warm and wild
smelling, doing her no harm. The large figure
approaching her now made her breathless, anxious.
She knew it was a man; his silhouette was outlined
by the light behind him.
When he reached the bed, he bent toward her,
only to pick up the tiny piece of candle still barely
burning. He lit a stained-glass covered lantern and
placed it on the bed stand beside it. Keealyn stared
into a pair of green eyes that reminded her of misty
mornings.
Clean-shaven, his thick, dark chestnut hair
flowed past the collar of his navy muslin shirt. It
was opened halfway down the front, to reveal a
smooth muscular chest. Very tall, lean, and brawny,
well-defined biceps, triceps, and pecs filled his shirt.
He had a slim waist and strong shoulders. His worn
blue jeans were held up with a handmade leather
belt, hung low on his hips. His skin seemed to glow
in the lamplight in a warm, bronzed tone.
He was gorgeous.
