A Twist in Time

by Candice Kohl

Overview

Judy Lambini, a young career woman, is flung backward through time and crash-lands in the Middle Ages, clutching a tote bag filled with her life's essentials--from makeup and razor to laptop and cell phone. All of which are either useless or quickly used up, and all of which seem tangible proof of her sorcery. Only one man believes Judy Lambini is not a witch, and his faith in her wins her heart. But is their love strong enough to hold her in that distant time and place?

Andrew of Laycock, a landless knight in need of a well-dowered bride, finds himself smitten with a wandering waif who has no kin, let alone a dowry. She speaks oddly, clothes herself like a boy, and carries a satchel filled with curious devices. Judith claims to come from a future Andrew cannot truly fathom. But as she's made her way to him through the centuries, he vows never to lose her, not to another man nor even to another age.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781893896796
Publisher:	ImaJinn Books
Publication date:	07/15/2002
Pages:	288
Product dimensions:	5.72(w) x 8.54(h) x 0.64(d)

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"I'm fairly confident I can manage all of them and Judith as well," Andrew returned. "Farewell, brothers! Rest easy in the knowledge that Laycock Keep shall still be standing upon your return."

With Judy still cradled in his arms, he strode across the hall and began to climb the exceedingly narrow, winding staircase to a floor somewhere above. "Where ... are you taking me?" she asked.

"To bed."

Oh, bed. That sounded nice. A mattress and covers to cuddle up in.

Damn! Judy went rigid in Andrew's arms when, a heartbeat later, she recalled his true intentions. Her mouth dropped open in startled concern as he kicked open a door, banging it against an inside wall, and dropped her roughly onto a bed. When he jumped onto the bed and stretched out beside her, Judy finally found her voice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"If you don't know, I shall teach you. I'm told I'm rather good at it."

Oh, geez. She didn't need this. What she needed was a good, long nap--and a seat on H.G. Wells' time machine.

"Listen, I--"

Andrew kissed her, open mouth on open mouth. His lips felt soft and warm, and when his tongue darted between her lips, Judy felt a tremor of sexual excitement. The heat in her belly flared when he began nibbling her lips and his thumb gently stroked the line of her jaw.

Oh, God. Her reaction to him went beyond anything rational. It was worse, even, than her fleeting attraction to Carla's Lord Laycock. Was there something about the Laycock bloodline that heated her blood? By all rights, she should have been slipping into madness, wailing and pulling her hair. Instead, this obnoxious boy in a knight's costumesparked a fire that could have melted her insides, if she let it.

I am going insane, she decided. Yet there remained something oddly comforting about Andrew's attentions, base as they were. Judy, however, had no intention of giving in to him. Of all the women she knew, she was the least likely to sleep with a man she'd just met. Having never done so in the past, she did not propose to do so now. Most certainly, she did not intend to sleep with a ghostly stranger who'd been dead in his grave at least 700 years!