Title: An Untimely Romance
Author: J & L Wells
Genre: New Adult, Time
Travel Romance
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Synopsis:
Heather Richardson is a seventeen-year-old British girl whose life quickly becomes an emotional roller coaster when she meets Ruben Brown, a controlling twenty-four-year-old man who works for her father at Freesdon Manor. As much as Heather wants to love Ruben, the cracks in their relationship begin to show as her eighteenth birthday draws nigh.
Heather Richardson is a seventeen-year-old British girl whose life quickly becomes an emotional roller coaster when she meets Ruben Brown, a controlling twenty-four-year-old man who works for her father at Freesdon Manor. As much as Heather wants to love Ruben, the cracks in their relationship begin to show as her eighteenth birthday draws nigh.
In a surprising turn of
events Heather is confronted by Frank, an intriguing man from a past that dates
back to the nineteenth century. His untimely presence changes everything.
When she’s thrown back in time
by an unrelenting force, Heather realizes that her life is not what it appears
to be. Her future has already been written, and it seems she cannot escape her
fate, a fate determined by a love lost long ago. In her struggle to find
herself, Heather must chose her destiny amidst a dangerous love triangle,
vengeful lovers, and passions controlled by the hands of time.
About
J & L Wells: J & L Wells is a UK based mother daughter team,
consisting of Laura and her mother Judith. Together, they write compelling
fiction and are currently working on book 2 of the Untimely Romance series.
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Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D0WZ57S
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00D0WZ57S
Chapter One Ye Olde England
“Oh, Mr
Boswel,” Anna sighed awkwardly, biting her bottom lip as he gazed seductively
into her eyes. She placed her small-gloved hand into his and he smiled, but no
words passed between them. The heady concerto played by the musicians faded
into insignificance, the guests and all their formalities forgotten in the
moment. He led her into an open hallway towards the larger of two grand staircases.
She could hardly breathe. His dark-brown eyes were hypnotic and with every gaze
they burned into hers. His jet-black hair fell in soft waves around his
shoulders, while small curls drifted onto his forehead, which he had a habit of
flicking back to reveal his face. And oh, what a face, with his chiselled
jawline, high cheekbones and overly full lips, perfect traits complemented by a
rich olive skin tone and pretty, near perfect complexion.
Anna had waited so long for this moment. She felt her
legs trembling beneath her, hoping upon hope that they wouldn’t give way. Upon
reaching the first floor, guilt descended upon her. She knew what she was about
to embark on was wrong and that she’d be judged, but on second glance down the
stairs, across the hall and through the arched doorway, she saw that those in
attendance at the masquerade ball danced on and drank merrily, oblivious to
their departure.
She wasn’t allowed to linger for long, as Mr Boswel’s
firm grip pulled her slightly off balance and she stumbled wearily. Aware that
the hour was late, her gaze wandered briefly before coming to rest on the
ornate grandfather clock in its regal attire, situated equidistantly between
the two staircases, both hands sitting comfortably on the number one.
Mr Boswel’s eyes held a warm reassurance as he led
her across the landing towards a large oak door. “After you, madam,” he gestured,
opening the door.
“Thank y’ sir,” she uttered nervously.
Why
me? Anna thought to herself as her conscience juggled
with reality, still questioning why he had given her the time of day. With his
good looks and his status, he really could have anybody he desired. On close
inspection, Anna knew she was anything but beautiful; even as a child, her mother
referred to her as plain. It wasn’t that she had a bad face, just not an overly
pretty one; her eyes perhaps too small, their colour quite insignificant – somewhere
between light blue and grey – and strawberry-blonde hair scraped back rather
severely in a bun. There wasn’t anything dynamic about her features either;
even her nose had a slight tilt to the left – a flaw nobody else would have
picked up on.
Then the door closed behind them and they were alone
at last, away from unwanted roving eyes. It was a moment she’d longed for, for
what seemed like an eternity.
She found herself in a large bedchamber, a
four-poster bed made from a deep rich wood taking centre stage, its precise
carvings inlaid with gold leaf in large spirals. Warm red silk drapes, not
quite scarlet, perhaps a shade or two deeper complemented the bed. The room
exuded wealth, with its deep-mahogany furnishings, high walls and numerous gilt
edged portraits.
Anna felt lost in her new surroundings.
“Well, Anna…”
She jumped, and her eyes were drawn once again
towards the handsome Mr Boswel, who had already removed his shoes and was now
reclined on the bed, propped up by two thick cotton bolsters. His long taupe
waistcoat was draped untidily over a padded-back chair, and she watched
tentatively as he started unbuttoning his linen shirt to reveal a toned
physique.
“Join me,” he murmured, his voice soft and inviting.
Her heart was beating so heavily in her chest as she
made her way over to the bed that she was sure he’d be able to hear. She was
even tempted to hold her breath. He leaned his body forward towards hers as she
sat nervously on the edge of the bed. She knew he was going to take her, and
although she felt way out of her depth, she wanted him so very badly. He smelt so
fine, his broad chest brushing against her arm; she could feel the soft hairs
between his nipples, and then their hardness.
She was burning inside as he ran his fingers
longingly over her body. She felt his breath, then his lips, tenderly at first
as they began caressing the nape of her neck, and then with an urgency, a
hunger, the tenderness turned to lust. Their lips met for the first time and he
pulled her body roughly onto his, quickly loosening the bodice of her gown and
starting to untie the lacings of her corset…
~•••~
“Anna,” he whispered, a husky lilt to his voice.
“Mr Boswel…” were the only words to leave her lips as
they lay lost in the moment, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Stay here with me tonight.”
“Sir, I’ll be tellin’ y’, I’m betrothed to another,”
Anna replied, shedding tears of guilt while darting around the room, recovering
her garments.
Mr Boswel sighed. “An unfortunate predicament in
which you find yourself, my dear,” he said, lifting himself slightly and
leaning the weight of his body on his elbows, looking at her earnestly while
she dressed.
“Mr Boswel, yer reputation precedes ye.”
“Perhaps, Anna, but they are just empty conquests.”
“All but one, sir.” Anna paused, awaiting his
response, but the words she longed for were not forthcoming.
“This I cannot deny, but I would be grateful if you
were not to mention her name. She is now but a ghost from my past.”
“I must take yer leave, sir. I’ll be missed.” Fear
grew in her voice. “Mr Boswel, I ain’t gonna live a life with ye as me guilty
secret.”
“Well, Anna, that’s all I have to offer you. At
this present time you must be patient… I…”
Anna interrupted him before he could continue.
“Please, sir, I beg of ye, say no more. I think it best I bid ye farewell.”
With that, she walked out of the room and out of his
life, sure that he was watching until she closed the door.
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