How Hot Can a Time Travel Romance Get?
Pauline San Martin thinks she’s hit rock bottom. Laid off from her job. Dumped by her boyfriend. About to be evicted from her apartment. Reduced to stripteasing for money.
But life is about to get worse.
Mysteriously hurled back in time to one of the bloodiest battles of the Revolutionary War, Pauline is captured by the British and accused of being a rebel spy. What’s a girl to do?
Seduce the handsome army captain…unless he seduces her first.
Because if she doesn’t escape, being stuck in history will be the least of her problems.
Warning: This time travel romance is *extremely* steamy. It is not bashful reading. But if you like your history super hot and sexy, grab A SOLDIER’S SEDUCTION to heat up your reading!
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About the Author
After accidentally flashing an audience with her knickers, Em Brown decided that writing was a safer activity. She enjoys writing romance, particularly erotic historicals. For more about her works, visit www.EroticHistoricals.com.
Read an Excerpt
Eying herself in the mirror to see that all the elements of her police outfit were in place, from the silver badge to the black cap, Pauline San Martin told herself that even though she was dressed for a striptease, even though she had received a pink slip before she had started her new job, and even though her boyfriend had dumped her just three weeks ago, life could be worse. Of course, for someone who had her health, a roof over her head--at least for now--and most of her life still ahead of her, life could be a lot worse.
"It can always be worse," her roommate, Crystal, had whined. "But just because I should be grateful that I'm not dying of starvation in some impoverished Third World country doesn't mean I should be happy about our situation. I could really use a new pair of Uggs for the winter."
Pauline looked down at her black over-the-knee boots that accompanied her faux leather miniskirt and fur-lined handcuffs. Unlike the rest of her outfit, which was purchased at a secondhand costume shop, the boots were her own clothing and made of genuine leather. They were perhaps the most expensive wardrobe item she owned, and unless her job prospects changed, she was going to have to make this pair last a long time.
She looked hot. Not supermodel-hot, for she wasn't one of those women who weighed a hundred and ten pounds despite their six-foot height and D-size boobs. With her almond eyes and long lashes, she was decent-looking, but was not a knockout. She had a trim but not skinny figure, a little wide in the hips, tall for someone who was part Filipina, shoulders that never required shoulder pads, and long hair that seemed neither brownnor black but a nondescript middling color that Crystal said needed only some highlights to make interesting. But if Brad could see her now, maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to dump her.
Or maybe he would. His new girlfriend was a blond bombshell with legs that went on forever. And she drove a sleek silver BMW convertible. There was no way Pauline, with her little Toyota Tercel, could compete with that.
And though she and Brad had only been dating for two months, she had had the feeling that Miss Blond Bombshell hadn't been a recent find. So it was just as well that Brad had dumped her rather than continue to two-time her.
"You've got to stop dating those bad-boy types," Crystal had told her. "Women like to think they're that special someone who can turn a bad boy good, but the truth is a bad boy is always a bad boy."
"It's worse than that. I was dating him for his motorcycle," Pauline had quipped.
And it was partly true. Brad had a very nice bike. When he had pulled up on his Harley with his I-know-I-can-get-you-in-bed-with-just-my-smile smirk, looking like James Dean or Marlon Brando, she had fallen for him, and knew it wasn't going to take more than two or three dates to go from first base to home.
"How did I let you talk me into this?" Crystal groaned, pulling uncomfortably at her short nurse's outfit.
She was standing with Pauline in the women's room of the Visitor Center at the Brandywine Battlefield Historic Site in Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, just an hour's drive from Philadelphia.
"You realize if anyone finds out we did this, we're never going to get jobs as teachers. They won't let us near kids," Crystal added.
"This is easy money," Pauline reminded her, turning around to see that her own miniskirt barely covered her butt cheeks and the black thong underneath. "And the landlord told me if we're late on our rent for the third time, we're out of there."
"You'd think that someone with our backgrounds--our educations and all the goddamn loans we took out to get where we are--you'd think we wouldn't have to resort to this kind of work."
"It's a striptease, Crystal, not prostitution."
"And why are we doing this here? This is such a funky place."
"You've never been here? I think it's a really cool place. It's beautiful and loaded with history."
"Why don't these guys go to a club?" Crystal persisted.
Pauline dabbed at her lipstick--the only makeup she tended to wear. "Because it's a surprise party for the groom-to-be."
"What if there are kids and families around? We could get caught for indecent exposure."
"The park will be closed."
"What about our bouncer?"
"He's doing the reenactment, too. I'll go first. You can be the surprise second act. And remember my stage name is Miss Lipps. Pauline just doesn't cut it."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. This is a time travel back to 1777 in the American Revolutionary War. Pauline, who was hired to do a striptease, is taken prisoner and considered to be a spy because of info she should not have concerning the war. The book contained several men who were prominent in the war. I enjoyed the book but it seemed to leave you hanging at the end, as if there will be another book.