Some
Enchanted Waltz: A Time Travel Romance
by Lily Silver
When
a violent storm spawns power outages, radio DJ Tara O’Neill must keep broadcasting
severe warnings to local residents without electrical power. As the storm
intensifies and dead air devours the airwaves, Tara must reboot the transmitter
to get back on the air. Lightning strikes as Tara reboots the system, hurtling
her through time.
Lord
Dillon needs a bride, immediately, to escape his enemy’s snare. He has always
respected the Fairy Race. As a boy, he played with them in the secret glen and
was warned that one day he would be called upon to shelter one of their own who
has lost her way among mortals.
Tara
appears just when he needs her, a strange woman with no memory; a wounded woman
needing his protection. A beguiling woman with fey features and a strange
tattoo of fairy wings across her back . . .
Memories
collide with terrifying dreams of being kidnapped by a Darkling Fey Prince, making
Tara uncertain of her true origins. Has she been sent to Adrian as he insists
to save him from some disastrous fate? As they journey to Dublin, little does
Tara realize her husband’s business there is rebellion. The United Irishmen are
set to seize the government and free Ireland from English rule.
Can
Tara prevent Adrian from dying for a cause destined to fail?
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Excerpt:
No wallet. Ah, but that would
make things too simple, wouldn’t it?
No wallet meant no driver’s license, no clue as to
her home address. No credit cards and no money. Her khaki cargo pants and lace
camisole top were folded neatly in the drawer, having been washed by the staff
of this odd hotel.
She picked up her phone with her bandaged hands and
pressed the ON button. Nothing. No bars, no signal, not even a welcome screen.
Her battery must be dead. If she
couldn’t even get it to turn on it meant she’d been here more than a few hours.
Darn, if she had a cheaper phone instead of this model with the expensive data
package that sucked the batteries like a vampire emptying a crack addict, she’d
still have battery power. Without a charger, she was screwed and it wasn’t
likely they’d have one here that would work with her phone.
Given her weakness and confusion, Tara had to have
been here for a few days instead of hours.
Her iPod still worked, for all the good that did. She could listen to
Meatloaf, Madonna and Motley Crue while trying to find her way home. If her
phone worked, she’d have GPS capabilities so she could figure out where she
was, and at the very least she could send a text message.
And who would she send
it to? Would
she recognize the names listed in her contact list? That was the scary part.
Tara was lost, like in the popular reality TV shows where the contestants were dropped
off in a strange land and had to find their way back home first to win a
million bucks. Unlike the people on the show, she was stranded, with no
instructions, contacts, money and no freaking idea of who to call to pick her
up and take her to the airport. At least on the reality shows they were given detailed
instructions.
She searched the drawers of the ornate desk. There
was no phone in her room and no phone book. None of the hotel literature one
would expect to find in a place like this. She couldn’t even call a taxi. Even
if she had a phone her speech was too garbled to be understood. The hotel maid
didn’t understand her so she wouldn’t get far trying to call anyone.
Texting. Now that was a
different matter. Or Email. Yes, that
would work, if she could get to a computer. Tara wiggled the tips of her fingers,
peeping out from the heavy linen bandages swaddled over her hands. Her fingers
were still pretty numb and stiff, but she could probably pull off the hunt and
peck method. They had to at least have a computer in the lobby. All hotels had
them in lobbies now.
“Welcome to the Hotel
California,”
the Eagles song echoed in her mind. “You
can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
Not Hotel California, but Hotel Ireland. She learned
that when she tried to question the maid who delivered her breakfast tray. She
could only manage the word ‘where’ amid her garbled speech. The maid informed
her she was a guest at Glengarra Castle overlooking the Bay of Bantry in County
Cork, Ireland. At least they spoke English here--sort of. It was hard to understand
Maggie’s accent and her queer way of phrasing things.
Terror didn’t begin to explain the gnawing in her
gut as her eyes darted about the stately room filled with antique furnishings.
Geez, there wasn’t even a television. Usually they were hidden in the wardrobe
closet in the fancier hotels. Her wardrobe closet was empty save her few
belongings.
Fear was making her queasy. Tara didn’t want to
vomit again, because she’d have to use that quaint porcelain pot under the bed
to throw up in because no one seemed to understand her request to be taken to
the restroom. There wasn’t a bathroom attached to her room, which, while odd
was logical in an ancient building such as this. The hotel owners wouldn’t want
to risk losing their Historic Registry standing by knocking down walls and
drilling holes through stone floors to install modern plumbing in every guest
room. Still, a phone would be nice so she could ring room service.
Definitely not a five star experience here, despite
the rich furnishings.
Fatigued from her trek across the room in search of
a phone, Tara returned to the bed. She clutched the velvet coverlet in her
bandaged hands, ignoring the tears stinging her eyes. So, she was stuck in a
hotel somewhere in Ireland with no memory of how she came to be here. And no
credit card. Damn. They’d be kicking her
out of here real soon.
As Tara sat clutching the covers and worrying about
the hotel concierge demanding payment for this lavish Irish holiday, there was
a sharp rat-a-tat-tat at the door.
Oh, God, here it comes, she though, steeling
herself for the confrontation.
A tall, dark
haired man of about thirty entered the room. His clothing was odd, like he’d
just stepped off the stage set of a costume drama. Ignoring his peculiar
clothing, she focused on his face. A peculiar feeling of déjà’ vu swept over
her as she gazed into his steel gray eyes. Was he the hotel manager or the tour
guide? Did he know her?
The young maid, Maggie, followed behind him as if he
were royalty.
“Tara, you’re
awake at last. Cora tells me that you are upset. What is it you need, my dear?”
His tone was reassuring, kind. He didn’t seem upset about the hotel bill.
“T-T-Tele--phh-phoooon?”
His elegant dark brows drew together. “I don’t recognize that word.” He said in a
rich Irish brogue that tantalized her overworked senses.
With supreme effort, she lifted her bandaged hand to
imitate holding a cell phone to her head, the baby finger pointed at her mouth,
thumb at her ear; something so simple, so universal, yet completely beyond
these people. She pretended to push buttons on her bandaged palm with her
forefinger, then held the imaginary phone up to her ear again, forcing out the
word, “H--h-h-helloooo” while the trio peered at her in silence.
The old maid snorted like a worn out nag. “Keeps
doing that, sir. I’m guessing the lass is all about in her head.”
“That will be enough.” The man chastened. “Take
Maggie and be gone with you.”
“Yes, Milord.” The two females chimed, each bobbed a
curtsy to him and then dutifully vacating the room.
Tara gaped at him with confusion. You
must be kidding me? Seriously--Milord? What
was this, an episode of Masterpiece Theater?
“Forgive Cora.” The enchanting stranger said. “Her
tongue is as sharp as an adder’s. She means no disrespect to you or your kind.”
He remained at the foot of the bed, observing her with a fascination she found
thrilling and a little bit eerie.
My kind? What did that
mean, precisely?
Tourist? Grad Student? American?
Tara studied him. He looked like a movie star or a
cover model for a romance novel; tall, muscular, with an aura of authority and
determination. He had jet black hair that swirled about his head in lush waves
like an elegant swathe. It was longer in the back, secured with a black bow, a
queue, she realized, as the term came to her easily. Men wore longer hair tied
back with black ribbons in the 18th century, she knew that, too, as if by rote.
Damn, where did all this knowledge come from, when
she couldn’t even remember her own name or where she came from? Did she know
this dude?
She gazed into his alluring, steel gray eyes.
Nothing. Not a clue.
“I am Viscount Dillon. You may call me Adrian.” He
sat down on the bed beside her as he said in a quiet, reverent tone, “I know
you were sent to me by Tuath an Danaan.
Our destinies are entwined. I am pleased to honor the old promise by sheltering
you in my home and protecting you from the schemes of mortal men. And I am
honored, Dear Tara, that you have agreed to come here to be my fairy bride.”
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Bio:
Lily Silver lives in Northeastern Wisconsin in a
lovely old Victorian house with her husband, their German Shepherd and three
charming cats. Lily studied history and humanistic studies at UW-Green Bay and
has degrees in both disciplines. She loves to read historical romance, so it
seemed only natural that she would turn to writing them. When not writing, Lily
can be found in her art studio painting watercolors or behind a camera as she
is an avid nature photographer.
Lily has published two full length historical
fiction novels to date {Dark Hero: A
Gothic Romance & Some Enchanted
Waltz; A Time Travel Romance) and one contemporary romance {The Rock Star Next Door}. She is
currently working on the sequel to Dark Hero, Book Two of the Reluctant Heroes
Series, Bright Scoundrel, which will
be released in mid December. Lily also
has published a free historical/paranormal romance in serial form on her
website.
The Gypsy’s Curse can be
found in weekly instalments at http://lilysilver.webs.com/
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** Competition is closed! **
Lily Silver would like to give away one digital copy of "Some Enchanted Waltz" to a lucky commenter. Yep, all you have to do to be in with a chance of winning a copy of her time travel romance is leave a comment with your email address, and on November 21st Lily will pick a winner. Good luck!
Hi Lily,
ReplyDeleteYour book sounds fascinating.
I can't wait to see what happens next!
lyndadickson@skymesh.com.au
Thanks Lynda,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you stopped by.
I just finished Some Enchanted Waltz a few days ago and really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteOh, Thanks Stacey! Glad to hear you were pleasantly entertained. That's why we write, isn't it.
ReplyDeleteI have to say this book sounds awesome, Lily. I am definitely adding it to my wishlist.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming over and sharing an excerpt! :-)