Thank you for having me as a guest!
Iβm really pleased to be here today to talk about my favourite thing : (well,
favourite thing besides chocolate!) time-travel!
What would happen if a man from the past were brought to life in the present β a
man frozen for centuries..?
Thatβs what happens when Kellβs body is found in the Arctic, sold to the US
Army, and reanimated in an ultra-secret base in Alaska (that everyone knows
about). In order to communicate, the army hires Allie, an expert in ancient
languages. But the scientists donβt want Kell as an anthropological case β they
want to study his brain and body for cryogenics. Not good news for Kell, who is
basically a prisoner about to be executed. Allie decides to save him, and they
set out in the Arctic with nothing but some high-tech snowsuits (thank you, US
Army corps) and Kellβs knowledge of survival in the wilderness.
In the second part of the book, Bruce Steele, a tracker, wakes up in the far
future. Heβs been reanimated on a space station, somewhere in the Hera Galaxy.
Heβs alone β except for a very sexy, extremely pedantic android who is supposed
to teach him all about modern society β except how can he concentrate with a
raging hard-on?
Apparently, when youβve been frozen and thawed out β your extremities tingleβ¦the
scientists will be fascinated with that bit of info. Until then, Steele, a game
tracker, has to find a niche in an ultra-sophisticated technological world!
Time travel has always been my favourite subject β when I read about a man found
in a glacier, and nearly intact, my mind started buzzing. Wouldnβt it be
incredible to have him wake up and tell us about his life in the past? But how
could he communicate? And from there, I imagined the story of Kell and Allie.
But because I grew fond of the man tracking them, Bruce Steele, I made a story
just for him, where heβs flung into the future and has to face the same sort of
culture-shock Kell, the man from the Iron Age, did.
Excerpt
Kell sat still, his eyes taking in her every move. As before, some things seemed
familiar, while others made no sense. The brazier had a collapsible tube that
fit into a hole in the tent. That made sense since smoke was a problem for
tents. This brazier was made of white metal and stood on three sturdy legs. All
that he had seen before. But this brazier had another, smaller tube that ran
from the brazier to a small blue jug. The jug had a handle that turned, and a
blue flame sprang from the top of the brazier so suddenly that Kell
flinched.
Allie turned and patted his arm. βIβm sorry. All this must seem so strange to
you.β
He closed his eyes. Strange was not the word. Everything he had known had become
twisted and bizarre. Familiar things had mutated into frightening machines. Even
horses had turned into rumbling machines that belched stinking fog and had one
bright eye. No, that was untrue. He knew what was machine and what was alive.
His world had its share of machines, but none that ran by themselves. A shiver
ran over his body. Blindly, he put out his hand toward the warmth of the
brazier. Fire still gave warmth.
His hand brushed against soft skin and he froze. Eyes still closed, he ran his
fingertips over Allieβs brow, over her cheeks and across her jaw. He drew a line
with his fingers, following her neck to where her pulse beat strongly. She
caught his hand in hers, holding it tightly. Pulling her to him, he pressed his
lips to the soft skin on her temple. Her curly hair tickled his face, but he
didnβt open his eyes.
The feel of a womanβ¦that hadnβt changed. The scent and taste of women hadnβt
changed. A deep sigh escaped him as warmth crept into his bones. Soft and sweet,
and strong and brave. βAllie,β he whispered. The tent leaned, buffeted by the
wind, but the brazier warmed the air, and he opened his eyes to stare at the
woman who had saved him from the prison.
βWhat is it?β Her big brown eyes were questioning. Her lashes cast jagged
shadows on her cheeks.
βThank you.β He slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him.
A little hesitantly, she put her arms around his shoulders. βYouβve got such
broad shoulders,β she said, a catch in her voice.
He tugged at her chemise and lifted it over her head, then stopped, perplexed.
He had seen brassieres like hers in Rome, but theyβd been made of knitted wool.
This one was made of silk that stretched like a supple skin. She took it off, a
smile curving her lips. Then she stood and slipped off her pants.
In the pale, blue light of the brazier, her skin took on the glow of polished
marble. βYou look like the statue of a nymph.β He got to his knees and cupped
her buttocks in his hands. Holding her tightly, he pressed his face to her sex,
letting the smell and feel of her soothe his shattered nerves.
Frozen then awakened after a thousand years, Kell is unprepared for modern
life. Allie is only supposed to help him adjust. But some things, like falling
in love, never change.
Kell is brought back to life by scientists after falling into a glacier ten
centuries ago. But can a man from the Iron Age adapt to modern times? Hired as a
linguist, a specialist in ancient languages, Allie believes her job is only to
communicate with him. But some things never change. The attraction between them
is sudden and strong. Then Allie discovers what the Army really wants to do with
Kell, and suddenly time is running out. In the middle of the Arctic Circle,
surrounded by hundreds of miles of snow and ice, itβs now up to Kell to use his
skills of survival to save them both, and to acknowledge the love growing
between them.
Tracker and bounty hunter Bruce Steele is hired to find Kell and Allie. Heβs
never failed. But this time fate plays a vicious trick on him, and, after an
accident, he awakens in the far future on a space station with two slight
problemsβa raging hard-on and an android with nuclear sex appeal. But there are
far bigger problemsβthereβs no need for a tracker on a space station, and the
android heβs come to love is slated for demolition. But no problem is too big
for Steele. Determined to carve a place for himself in the ultra-technical world
of the future, heβs decided to save his adorable, pedantic androidβ¦and find a
place for both of them in a world he doesnβt understand.
Romance Science
Fiction | Romance
Time Travel [Totally Bound Publishing, On Sale:
April 11, 2017, e-Book, ISBN: 9781786511423 / eISBN: 9781786511423]
Samantha Winston is the pen name for author Jennifer Macaire. Sam writes
stories to warm your heart andβ¦no, not really β she writes steamy hot sex that
will make your heart pound and sweat pour down your chest β whatever you do,
donβt read them at work! Youβve been warned β find a comfy chair, keep a cold
drink handy, and warn your significant other that heβs about to be ravished.
Those are the kind of books Samantha writes!
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