Carousel

Carousel

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by Barbara Baldwin
     
 

Jaci Eastman is inadvertently drawn through time to 1874 when she photographs a restored carousel. She lands at Wildwood horse farm and must rely on the good graces of its owner, Nicholas Westbrooke.

Nicholas is a man who likes routine, but Jaci unwittingly shatters his illusions about women, passion and love. She tells stories of flying machines and teaches science

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Overview

Jaci Eastman is inadvertently drawn through time to 1874 when she photographs a restored carousel. She lands at Wildwood horse farm and must rely on the good graces of its owner, Nicholas Westbrooke.

Nicholas is a man who likes routine, but Jaci unwittingly shatters his illusions about women, passion and love. She tells stories of flying machines and teaches science to his niece. She's outrageous in her dress, manners and language, and yet he finds her irresistible.

Jaci has always believed only reality can be photographed. But then she falls in love with Nicholas. When he begins carving the exact horse that transported her through time, will she use it to return to the present, or stay and create a new reality?

Editorial Reviews

Cheryl Reviewer
Wow. Double Wow! Carouselis an outstanding book. I am so glad I decided to take a chance on this novel. It has romance, second chances and even some comedy. I thought it was funny the way Jaci was so outspoken about saying things. She would just speak the truth whether the other wanted to hear it or not. When Jaci would try and explain technology to Nicholas, it was also pretty funny. Amanda was just the sweetest. 5 Angels!
Melisa Reviewer
Barbara Baldwin just put another keeper on my bookshelf. Jaci is independent and just what the strong, sexy, and oh so enticing Nicholas needs. I loved this book! Sexy and the romance is steeped deep so that you fall in love with her characters and can't help but cheer for them.GRADE--A

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781926965338
Publisher:
BWLPP
Publication date:
12/28/2010
Pages:
274
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.58(d)

Meet the Author

Barb loves to travel and explore new places and each of her novels is set in a different locale. She has written practically all her life, beginning with journals of family vacations. She is now published in poetry, short stories, essays, magazine articles, teacher resource materials, and full-length fiction. She also wrote and co-produced a documentary on Kansas history that won state and national awards. She has an MA in Communication, has taught at the college level and has made over 100 presentations at state and national conferences.
Barb can be reached at writer0926@yahoo.com or through her website at www.authorsden.com/barbarajbaldwin.

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"Are you, perhaps, afraid to spend time alone with me?" The question brought him closer.

"No, of course not." She took a step back, coming to stop against the wall.

"Do you think I might take advantage of you?" He raised a hand to each side of her head, bracing them on the wall behind her and effectively blocking her escape.

"No, I'm sure you wouldn't do that. You're a gentlemen, after all." She said the words, but he didn't think she quite believed them. Her gaze darted all around, looking for a way out.

"Even a gentleman might be tempted," he breathed close to her temple, intoxicated by her essence. He turned his head a fraction and kissed the soft skin of her forehead. She trembled, but when a tumultuous sigh escaped, tickling his neck, it was his undoing.

One hand remained braced against the wall, holding him steady and slightly apart from her. The other gently tilted her chin. As he lowered his head, he caught the glint of passion in her eyes and smiled. Not a smile of spite, for he didn't want her on opposite sides from him. He smiled for joy that she shared some of the same feelings that had been tormenting him throughout the past months of her employment at Wildwood.

Her lips were as he remembered: hot and soft and sweet. He ached to move closer, but deliberately held himself back, keeping a very thin barrier of air between them, until she stepped away from the wall, wrapping her arms around his neck. He groaned, circling her waist and pulling her to him. Passion ignited quickly and he couldn't have said who started it; only that he didn't want it to end.

He slanted his mouth across hers; his tongue traced the softness of her lips. Whenhis hands slid down to her buttocks to tighten his hold, she didn't pull away from the evidence of his passion. She didn't even gasp. Instead, she moved her hips in a subtle but erotic motion and Nicholas thought he would make love to her right there on the floor.

"Good God, how did you ever learn to do that?" He gasped the feverish words against her brow as he kissed his way to her ear.

"Do what?" Her breath tickled his neck. Her hands were at his shirt front, plucking at the buttons before he was even aware of what she was doing. Hot lips peppered his skin with kisses and a flash fire of passion exploded in his loins.

He pushed her back against the wall to maintain the pressure of his hips against hers, and to allow his hands more freedom. In a frenzy, he jerked at the buttons of her blouse, all the while kissing her with a force which alternately frightened and exulted him.

Never in his experience had he encountered such a giving, uninhibited creature. To have her respond to him in such a manner went beyond his wildest expectations. Though he had never tried to kiss Lycinda in such a manner, neither had she exhibited the desire to share passion with him.

Lycinda.

Like a gust of cold air, reality swept through Nicholas, effectively dousing his passion. He stepped away from Jaci and quickly turned his back.

In a voice more steady than his still rigid body should have allowed, he said, "Forgive me. That was unpardonable." He forced himself to stay turned, knowing if he looked into her eyes, he would kiss her again.

A hesitant sigh floated toward him. When she spoke, her voice sounded as strained as his own. "I don't understand the customs here, but you don't need to apologize for kissing me."

"It was much more than a kiss," he stated forcibly, "and would have gone even farther if--" He stopped, feeling guilty and afraid of saying the wrong thing.

She laughed hoarsely. "You're right, it was definitely more than a kiss. But the only unpardonable part was not finishing what you started."

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