Running from a crazed man through the forest, stumbling through a time portal, and getting rescued by a knight in Regency armor is a perfect recipe for daydreams and swoon-worthy novels.
For Celeste, who’d lived through such a plight, it all became too real. She finds herself in a manor house two centuries before her birth with the dashing yet distant Lord of Shariton Park. While he may fulfill her every Mr. Darcy fantasy, he’s a little too suspicious about her identity.
For his part, Lord Shariton reluctantly accepts the role of guardian to a lady in distress, yet he cannot help his growing doubts regarding the incongruencies in her tale of woe. Nor can he help his growing attraction toward the confounding creature.
How can he protect her from the amorous attentions of unworthy suitors, all while preventing himself from falling in love?
For Celeste, who’d lived through such a plight, it all became too real. She finds herself in a manor house two centuries before her birth with the dashing yet distant Lord of Shariton Park. While he may fulfill her every Mr. Darcy fantasy, he’s a little too suspicious about her identity.
For his part, Lord Shariton reluctantly accepts the role of guardian to a lady in distress, yet he cannot help his growing doubts regarding the incongruencies in her tale of woe. Nor can he help his growing attraction toward the confounding creature.
How can he protect her from the amorous attentions of unworthy suitors, all while preventing himself from falling in love?