He tugged harder. Izzy pulled one of her wrists free. Her purse fell to the floor, its contents tumbling out. She glanced down. Perfect. Now all her stuff was strewn about. She couldn’t run away yet, because she needed everything in that bag to get out of this crazy estate and wicked country. ID, passport, wallet, and phone were just out of her reach.
Still holding one of her wrists in his massive hand, the man bent down to examine the items. He wrapped his free hand around her phone and gasped when the screen lit up. As he widened his eyes, he dropped the phone and jumped up, jerking her forward.
“How have you managed this? Are you a witch?”
Izzy stepped closer, glaring into his eyes. “Of course I’m not a witch! It’s just a cell phone, and not even a good one at that.”
The duke stared at her while shaking his head. His fingers dug deeper into her wrist. Eyes still opened wide, he bent back down to retrieve a piece of paper and stood back up. One look told Izzy it was the brochure of the estate tour with her ticket stub attached to the front. She smirked and stared directly into eyes that appeared as if they could shoot sparks.
“There, duke. See? That proves I have a right to be here. I paid for my ticket. So what do you say to that?”
A frown marred the handsome face. He turned the paper this way and that, examining it from every angle. “This is not common paper. The light from the window reflects from its surface.” He quickly scanned over the words on the page, narrowing his eyes after darting them back to the top. “What madness is this?”
“Huh?” Why didn’t he stop playing his role? It had to be obvious she wasn’t buying it.
“The date on this page. It states it’s the year 2012?”
He held the paper closer to his face. “And this image. It’s of my home. What trickery allowed it to occur? How did you come by this?”
“Because I signed up to tour this estate so I could see how the wealthy used to live. Now I wish I hadn’t.” Izzy yanked her wrist, trying to break free of his grip.
He opened his mouth, gaping like a fish. Even though Izzy wanted to be as far away from this madhouse as possible, she couldn’t stop staring at the man’s well-formed lips. They appeared to be soft and sensual. What would they taste like?
Izzy Hodgkin just wants an adventure. Who knew that involved being locked in a closet in 2012, then being transported to 1812 when the door is opened later?
Charles Hamilton Douglas Wade, Duke of Bramblewood Green, thinks he will never find the right woman. When he opens his closet door one day, imagine his surprise to find a woman in there. And she’s from the future!
Will Izzy stick with her plan to return to 2012 America to achieve her goal of financial independence? Or will she and Charles find happiness in 1812?
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Ruth J. Hartman spends her days cleaning teeth, and her nights spinning sweet romantic tales that make you giggle, laugh, and all-out guffaw. She, her husband, and their two cats, love to spend time curled up in their recliners watching old Cary Grant movies. Well, the cats, Maxwell and Roxy, sit in the people's recliners. Not that the cats couldn't get their own furniture. They just choose to shed on someone else's. You know how selfish those little furry creatures can be.
Ruth, a left-handed, tooth-scraping, Jeep driving, farmhouse-dwelling romance writer uses her goofy sense of humor as she writes tales of lovable, klutzy women and the men who adore them. Ruth's husband and best friend, Garry, reads her manuscripts, rolls his eyes at her weird story ideas, and loves her in spite of her penchant for insisting all of her books have at least one cat in them. Or twelve. But hey, who's counting?