This has really been a whirlwind of fabulous authors. Thanks to all of you–readers and authors–for making this so fun. So, tonight and Saturday are unscheduled days, so that means, a mega-fun Daring Time Feature!! I’m going to tell you a bit about my upcoming erotic romance/time travel release of Daring Time, including a never seen before R-rated excerpt. If you leave a comment or ask a quesiton, I’ll send one commenter a signed copy of Daring Time, a Paradise Rules t-shirt, and various assorted promo items PLUS, your choice of ONE of the these three books brand new books: Wicked Burn (that one would be signed by me:)), Mr. Darcy’s Daughters by Elizabeth Aston, or Riding on Instinct by Jaci Burton.
He sees her, wants her, needs her…
Chicago Detective Ryan Daire has many secrets: a love for Shakespeare, an appreciation for the all the finer things in life, and an absolute lack of restraint in the bedroom. Now he has an even bigger secret. In every shifting shadow of the sprawling mansion he’s recently inherited he can see her—tempting, ethereal, and untouchable. Hope Stillwater inhabited that mansion in 1906. Raw desire has formed a conduit between these two passionate souls who are separated by the barrier of time.
Now he has to have her.
Intoxicated by each other’s presence, Ryan and Hope are closer than ever to crossing that inviting boundary between two worlds. But there is one grave danger: Ryan’s job has put him on the trail of a depraved criminal in an investigation that’s risking Hope’s eternal fate and happiness. Now he must do whatever it takes to change history, protect Hope from harm, and set his own desires free.
Never Before Seen Excerpt of Daring Time
Water streamed off his body when he stood quickly. He lifted one foot to step out, looked up and almost fell out of the deep tub when he lost his balance. His breath burned in his lungs as he stared in open-mouthed disbelief.
He gaped at a very alive-looking, half-naked Hope Stillwater.
Her eyes looked enormous in her delicate face as she peered at him over a damp, creamy shoulder. She stood at the bowl of the sink, masses of curling dark hair pinned up on her head. She held a sponge in her frozen hand. It dripped into the filled basin, the resulting sound perfectly real, soft and somehow soothing to Ryan’s stunned brain.
He had caught her in the private ritual of a sponge bath.
After a moment the weird vibrations of shock resonating through him lessened. He’d been mistaken. His imagination had gotten the best of him. This was a very real woman. She must have been living in the mansion illegally. Perhaps she was the former owner and had never vacated the premises?
Despite his logical thoughts, when he finally spoke what he said was completely irrational.
“Hope?” he asked, his volume level barely above a whisper. It was as if she existed inside a fragile bubble and he was afraid his robust male essence would pop her into oblivion.
The sponge she clutched dropped into the basin of water as though she’d lost muscular control. He watched, mesmerized, as she slowly turned to face him. She met his gaze and nodded her head once.
“Hope Stillwater?” he clarified.
Again she nodded, her huge eyes never leaving his face.
Ryan blinked in amazement. Her beauty was so immense, however, that it drew his attention away even from the fact that he was impossibly standing in a bathroom with a woman who’d lived a century before him.
The light that fell upon her naked shoulders and chest wasn’t the same dim electric fixture that shone in Ryan’s world. Her source of radiance caressed her like a lover, making her flawless, damp skin seem to glow with a dark gold light. He saw her elegant neck convulse as his gaze lowered over her body.
She wore a pair of frilly white pantaloons—at least that’s what Ryan thought they called the woman’s undergarment—but her upper body was bare excerpt for the silver locket. Her arms were beautifully shaped and graceful, her carriage slender and proud. Her breasts were full, but thrust high and firm off the plane of her chest and ribs. His penis tugged in arousal as he stared at the large pink nipples. The fantasy of suckling the tender crests and feeling them tauten under his tongue played across his mind in graphic detail.
Her breathy whisper did the impossible and removed his hot stare from the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. Like her, he merely nodded when he met her gaze. She’d temporarily stolen his wits along with his voice. He noticed the silent query in her velvety eyes, the amazement mixing with anxiety shaping her features. He raised his hand in an instinctive quieting gesture.
“Shhh,” he soothed, as though he were afraid her nervousness was like a loud noise—something that would rob him of the exquisite, otherworldly moment. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m just a man who lives in your house. I’m not sure why we’re able to see each other like this.”
Her breasts trembled slightly at his words.
“Why wouldn’t we be able to see each other?” she whispered cautiously. She took a step toward him, her eyes searching his face. “Are you a spirit?”
“Not that I’m aware of. I was about to ask you the same question…even though I don’t believe in ghosts.”
She started slightly, as though she hadn’t expected the amusement in his voice at such a moment.
“I’m just a man, Hope.”
Her eyes lowered down over him.
“I see that,” she murmured, her tone slightly dazed.
Her stare felt like the equivalent of a touch on the prickling skin of his chest and abdomen. When it lowered even further his cock jerked in arousal.
He couldn’t stop himself. He laughed softly when he saw her startled expression of amazement as she stared at his cock with a mixture of twenty percent trepidation and eighty percent fascination. When she realized where she was staring her eyes darted to his face. She blushed.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, clearly bemused even further by his laughter. “I’ve never seen a man without his clothes on before. You’re the largest man I’ve ever seen.”
“That would go without saying, since as you said, you’ve never seen a man naked before,” Ryan said through a smile.
“I meant your overall size…not…not the size of…” Her voice quavered and trailed off. This time a bloom of color rose all the way from her chest to her cheeks, but that didn’t stop her curious gaze from flickering back to his groin.
“I know what you meant,” Ryan said quietly.
The bizarreness of the situation soaked into his awareness fully for the first time at that moment. She existed but she didn’t exist. The information Gail had given him today proclaimed that without a doubt, Hope Stillwater had been dead for over a century.
And yet she stood before him vibrant with life. What’s more, he was naked and she was nearly so, and they were both obviously highly aware of each other sexually if his lengthening erection and her stiffening nipples were any indication.
Or perhaps she’d just grown chilly, damp as she was?
Her dark eyes lowered over him once again, lingering on his cock, and Ryan knew that her tightening nipples and flushed cheeks weren’t caused by a chill in the air and embarrassment—at least not entirely. With her eyes still fastened on his growing erection, she spoke.
“If…if you are not a spirit, then what are you?”
“A flesh and blood man,” Ryan replied even as said flesh and blood pulsated with a primitive need to mate with the luscious female who stood before him. His muscles clenched when her gaze traveled up his torso, pausing to linger on his chest before she met his stare. He inhaled slowly to stave off a powerful wave of lust.
“Maybe I should get my towel—”
“You’re even more beautiful than the Michelangelo sculptures I saw in Rome and Florence.”
Ryan’s mouth fell open at her spontaneous, sweet words. He’d never experienced such uncontrived honesty. He was accustomed to guarded, defensive women…to people in general playing it cool in order to protect their vulnerable inner selves. To have such a beautiful woman compliment him so openly given the bizarreness—no, the impossibility of the situation—acted as an aphrodisiac just as potent as her naked, flame-gilded flesh.
Early Reviews for Daring Time
An intense and erotic journey though time.
— 5 Angels and a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews
A smooth blend of fantasy, crime and erotic romance that keeps you on your toes, breathless, with your heart in your mouth; 5 pints of blood, Shannon at Genre Reviews
Beth Kery spins a unique and sensual tale of time- travel and love. Definitely a must-read”“Fresh Fiction Reviews
A hauntingly beautiful and enduring love story.
— 5 Bookmarks from Wild on Books
“Love’s not Time’s fool”, and this exquisite story, while a fantasy, proves that short beautiful line of poetry true; Lea-Closetwriter Blogspot
Daring Time takes readers on an imaginative and scintillating trip back in time. A truly unique and original story.
— 4 Stars from Romantic Times
5 Stars from Harriet Klausner““Daring Time is an invigorating fast-paced romantic time travel/police procedural.
The winner will be announced early in the afternoon Sunday April 19, at which time, fabulous author Shelli Stevens will be joining us!