Great news, today marks the release of
another fantastic Emerald Isles Fantasies book! My guest today is the lovely
Susanna Stone. Susanna is a sweet friend and co-creator of Ellora’s Cave “Emerald
Isles Fantasies” book series. I know you’ll love her charming contribution to
this beautiful series “Timelost Lover”.
Thanks Kat for having me as a guest
blogger today at Seven Sexy Scribes.
It's been a lot of fun working with you
and all the other Ladies of Tullamore, coming up with a whole variety of
paranormal events at the historic Castle Tullamore. All the rest of you
have produced wonderful characters and supernatural beings. Now it's my
turn to join the party with Timelost Lover.
My heroine, Tannis Romilly, is visiting
the Castle Tullamore Hotel, when she takes the old elevator to the attic,
looking for the abandoned studio of a famous Irish painter, Brendan Pearse, who
lived and worked there over 100 years ago. She can't believe what's
happening when she find the studio is still in use, and Brendan is alive and
well and in need of the perfect model for his Irish Freedom paintings.
And he knows the moment he sees her that she's the one.
I had a lot of fun imagining the time
travel elements of this story, and how they react to each other, especially as
lovers, coming as they do from total different worlds. I especially
enjoyed using the elevator, which was built in an ancient time portal. At
first it works in their favour, and then things go awry, and Tannis finds
herself at the mercy of the whims of Castle Tullamore.
I think we all had fun with our
adventures at Castle Tullamore, and I hope those readers who enjoyed the other
books will enjoy this latest adventure.
Blurb: Timelost Lover
Part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies
series
When
Tannis first sees an iconic painting by Irish nationalist artist Brendan
Pearse, she’s stunned that the naked woman in the picture looks exactly like
her, even down to the intricate Celtic tattoo on her breast. Seeking answers,
she travels to Castle Tullamore, an ancient Irish stronghold steeped in magic,
where the artist lived and worked a hundred years ago. Inexplicably, she is
whisked back in time and meets him face to face.
Brendan
doesn’t know what to make of this otherworldly woman who seems to have come out
of nowhere to be his model. But he knows she’s exactly the woman he needs for
his Irish Freedom trilogy. At the risk of endangering his master work, and
against all his own rules, he knows he can never hope to capture her essence on
canvas without first possessing her body in the flesh.
But their time together will be
heart-breakingly brief, because Tannis knows Brendan died tragically young, and
there’s nothing she can do to change history.
A Romantica® time travel erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt from Timelost
Lover
The
old detachment of modeling came back to her with ease, reminding her of the
days she’d been comfortable standing naked in front of a dozen or more
students, some working with a life model for the first time. She smiled at the
memory of the first-year men in particular, scarcely more than boys, studiously
avoiding her eyes—even more her private parts—pretending to be blasé about it
all. Then actually achieving that nonchalance.
And
here, now—though when was now?—she
stood posing for one of Ireland’s greatest artists. Who would believe it? Well,
no one, of course, because one part of her mind still held a modicum of
disbelief, no matter how much her senses told her it was happening. The
legendary Brendan Pearse using her
for his classic work. His eye assessing everything he saw and transmitting the
image to his hand to create the marks that represented her lines and highlights
and shadows.
He
was clearly lost in that element of creation, no more aware of her as a woman
than she was of—
He
looked up at the very moment her eyes were resting on his face.
And
everything shifted for her.
They
held each other’s look for a million nanoseconds. His hand stopped for perhaps
two beats of the heart, and then he resumed his work with no obvious change in
pace or demeanor.
Tannis,
however, had felt the swing of her own feelings from inward to outward, right
to left, turned upside down. Suddenly very, very self-aware.
Aware
of him as a man. Aware of her own nakedness.
No
longer a model, a detached professional. Every square millimeter of her flesh
felt exposed to this fully dressed man, this icon, this stranger. Alone with
him in this isolated room, she felt almost shy of him.
Never
in her life, either as a model or a lover, had she felt so on display, flaunting
herself and her sexuality. She ached to cover her body.
She
would be in a blatantly exposed
position. Full frontal nudity, to use that modern term than he would never hear
in his life.
How
much longer could she bear it? Every second she stood here exposing herself
tore at her nerve endings. Her composure was in shreds, her heart pounding in
trepidation of what might happen next.
The
only thin bright spot was that Brendan himself seemed oblivious to her
sexually, unaware of her anguish. His lips tight, his eyes hard, he continued
to pour his energy into the sketch before him.
She
grabbed hold of her composure and forced herself to remain standing naked
before him.
Sweet
Saint Brigid. What the hell had just happened? All he’d done was catch her eye,
and some unseen energy had sent a shock straight into his libido. He no longer
saw his vision of Ireland’s tragedy and courage, but simply and totally a flesh
and blood woman of unbelievable erotic potency.
A
woman whose sheer sexuality flowed from every pore in her flesh.
He
must have been blind. Blinded by the idea of her as his Celtic spirit, blinded
by his artist’s vision, to the point where he had failed to see her as a
person.
At
what point had the primitive male kicked aside the artist?
He
willed his nerves to settle down, his unruly ardor to back off. If he could
just keep his mind on the project and away from imagining— Never mind.
“All
right, turn around for me.” He put iron and detachment into his voice. She
rearranged herself to display her back. Gripping the sketchbook as though it
could protect him from her, he began to recreate the elegant curve of her back,
the dip at the base of her spine—
Stop thinking,
damn it. Just draw.
copyright
Susanna Stone 2014; all rights reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Available
today!
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Cave
Check
out other great books in the Emerald Isles Fantasies series including mine
“Lord Griffin’s Prize”
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Thank you Susanna for being my guest today! Congratulations on another wonderful book.
Best wishes to you.
XXOO Kat
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