(An Untimely Romance #1)
Publication date: January 4th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Time-Travel
“An Untimely Romance is a beautiful breakout novel where love is found in the hidden corners of time. A must read for fans of time travel romance!” ~ The Kindle Book Review
ABOUT AN UNTIMELY ROMANCE: Heather Richardson is a seventeen-year-old British girl whose life quickly becomes an emotional roller coaster when she meets Ruben Brown, a twenty-year-old man who works for her father at Freesdon Manor. As much as Heather wants to love Ruben, the cracks in their relationship begin to show as her eighteenth birthday draws nigh. In a surprising turn of events Heather is confronted by Frank, an intriguing man from a past that dates back to the nineteenth century. His untimely presence changes everything. When she’s thrown back in time by an unrelenting force, Heather realizes that her life is not what it appears to be. Her future has already been written, and it seems she cannot escape her fate, a fate determined by a love lost long ago. In her struggle to find herself, Heather must chose her destiny amidst a dangerous love triangle, vengeful lovers, and passions controlled by the hands of time.
Untimely is book 1 in a New romance series that you are going to love!
“Oh, Mr Boswel,” Anna sighed awkwardly, biting her bottom lip as he gazed seductively into her eyes.
She placed her small, gloved hand into his and he smiled, but no words were passed between them. The heady concerto played by the musicians faded into insignificance; the guests and all their formalities had been forgotten in the moment. He led her into an open hallway towards the larger of two grand staircases. She could hardly breathe. His dark-brown eyes were hypnotic and with every gaze they burned into hers. His jet-black hair fell in soft waves around his shoulders, while small curls drifted onto his forehead, which he had a habit of flicking back to reveal his face. And oh, what a face, Anna thought, with his chiselled jawline, high cheekbones and overly full lips; they were all perfect traits complemented by his rich olive skin tone and pretty near perfect complexion.
Anna had waited so long for this moment. She felt her legs trembling beneath her, hoping upon hope that they wouldn’t give way. Upon reaching the first floor, guilt descended upon her. She knew what she was about to embark on was wrong and that she’d be judged, but on second glance down the stairs, across the hall and through the arched doorway, she saw that those in attendance at the masquerade ball danced on and drank merrily, all seemingly oblivious to their departure.
She wasn’t allowed to linger for long, as Mr Boswel’s firm grip pulled her slightly off balance and she stumbled wearily. Aware that the hour was late, her gaze wandered briefly before it came to rest on the ornate grandfather clock as it stood in its regal attire. It was situated equidistant between the two staircases, both of its hands sitting comfortably on the number one. Mr Boswel’s eyes held a warm reassurance as he led her across the landing towards a large oak door.
“After you, madam,” he gestured as he opened the door.
“Thank y’ sir,” she uttered nervously.
Why me? Anna thought to herself as her conscience juggled with reality. She still questioned why he had given her the time of day. With his good looks and status, he really could have had anybody he desired. On close inspection, Anna knew she was anything but beautiful; even as a child, her mother had referred to her as plain. It wasn’t that she had a bad face, it was just not an overly pretty one; she felt that her eyes were perhaps too small, and their colour looked quite insignificant – somewhere between light blue and grey – and she wore her strawberry-blonde hair scraped back rather severely in a bun. There wasn’t anything dynamic about her features; even her nose had a slight tilt to the left – a flaw she was sure that nobody else would have picked up on.
The door closed behind them and they were alone at last, and away from roving eyes. It was a moment she’d longed for, for what seemed like an eternity.
She found herself in the Oaken bedchamber, named in accordance with its furnishings. A four-poster bed made from a deep rich wood took centre stage, its precise carvings inlaid with gold leaf which swept around in large spirals. It was complemented by warm-red silk drapes – not quite scarlet, perhaps a shade or two deeper. The room exuded wealth, with its deep-oak furnishings, high walls and numerous gilt-edged portraits.
She felt lost in her new surroundings.
Judy Wells works at a school; in her spare time she enjoys writing poetry and novels, and spending time with her animals. She also lives in Staffordshire, England.
Laura and Judy are a mother and daughter duo; with Judy’s love of poetry and writing and Laura’s ideas, they work extremely well together. Time-travel and historical romance novels are their passion, and they hope that after you have read their books, you will feel the same.