Searching for My Rogue by Dawn Brower
Blurb
Alys Dewitt’s sister is getting married. Lucky for her
she gets to be the maid of honor in a Regency themed wedding at an actual Ducal
estate in England. While attending the wedding, she falls through a time hole
and wakes up in 1815. Everything is strange, wondrous, not at all as she
expected it to be.
James Kendall, the Duke of Weston returns from war to
find an injured woman on his estate. She mumbles strange phrases and keeps
calling him by another name. Thinking her a bit mad from her wounds, he takes
her to the manor and calls for a doctor.
Will they give into their mutual desires, or will Alys
find a way back to her own time?
Excerpt
Alys
sighed and clutched her bag at her waist. Perhaps he should remove it. It
couldn’t be comfortable wrapped around her petite frame. James stood and
hobbled over to the bed. His side itched and burned with each movement. He
hissed as pain shot through him, but ignored it as best he could. Alys rolled
over, making it easier for him to untangle the bag from her shoulder. He yanked
it and stumbled backward. The bag hit the floor, some of the contents spilling
out. The strange shoes, a weird tube, and a set of keys—Alys moaned loudly
diverting his attention so he shoved it all back inside.
Alys
moaned again.
James
rushed to her side. “Alys?”
Her
sea-green eyes met his. “You’re a beautiful man. Have I ever told you that? No,
why would I?” She cupped his cheek with the palm of her hand. “Tell me, do you
still believe love is for fools?”
James
sucked in a breath. “Yes, I do.” How had she known?
“Love
is a dream—a whimsical journey constantly surprising you. It’s not meant for
fools. At least, not in the way you believe. True love is a journey you
willingly leap into.” She sighed. “You’ll see one day. I will help you.”
She
pulled his head down and touched his lips to hers. Fire spread through him,
lighting him up, burning him from the inside out—he had to stop her. He
stumbled backward, putting distance between them. When he looked back down at
her, her eyes were closed again.
“What
kind of madness is she driving me to?”
“Your
Grace, the doctor is here.” Wilson called from the entrance.
“Very
well. I will be in my chambers if you need me.”
James
hurried out of the room. His breathing heavy and tapered with each step he
took. That had been way too close. What was the chit after? Was she truly mad,
or did she believe he was his brother? An easy mistake to make—they were
identical twins.
Oh, Edward, why did you have to die?
James
punched the wall. He slid to the floor and cradled his head in his hands. Tears
he hadn’t allowed himself before fell down his cheeks. His body shook, he
groaned as agony overtook him. So much loss, too much responsibility, and not
enough of him to go around—weariness set through him.
A
bath was suddenly too much for him to bear. He told the maid to leave it until
morning. He needed to rest. James’s life had just become inherently more
difficult. He lusted after the woman he believed loved his brother. James could
not, would not, give in to those urges.
He
would take care of Alys, but he would not give her his heart. If he did, she’d
own him. They hadn’t even had a real conversation—he doubted she’d even seen
him when she opened her eyes. Whoever she had seen, he couldn’t live up to
those expectations. She was wrong… Love, indeed, was for fools, and James would
never play the fool.
Bio
Dawn Brower has lived in Michigan her whole life and currently resides
in Midland, MI. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, a Master of Arts in
Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with
concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute
teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other
endeavors.
Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.
There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.
Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.
There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.
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