I Read Indie: THE TIME TRAVELER'S CHRISTMAS by Amy Jarecki {Excerpt/Giveaway}

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A man’s life can fall apart in an instant…

Tougher than oxhide, Lachlan Wallace can take about anything except a breakup call from his wife two minutes before competing in the Karate Championship of the World. Arriving home with a loss, he agrees to watch his uncle’s cat over the holidays. Or so he thinks—until he awakes on a fourteenth-century battlefield beside a woman fighting for her life.

Never underestimate a woman’s determination…

Taken from her at the age of two, Lady Christina de Moray hasn’t seen her son in thirteen years. While traveling with Robert the Bruce’s army to exchange an English prisoner for the lad, a battle erupts. Losing the fight, Christina is rescued by a mysterious warrior while the English escape with her son yet again.

And never bet against the potency of passion…

Left with no way back to the twenty-first century, Lachlan agrees to help Christina rescue the lad from his English captors. If the heir is not returned by Christmas next, the Bruce will make his decision whom to grant the de Moray lands, including Lady Christina’s hand. Once his duty is fulfilled, Lachlan hopes to discover a way home—as long as he keeps his mind on the goal and ignores his growing love for the spirited woman who gives him her trust—and her heart.

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The Time Traveler’s Christmas

Rise of a Legend

In the Kingdom’s Name

Instinctively, he gripped her shoulders. “It looks as if we’re alone.”

Nodding, her gaze slid up until it connected with his. Holy Christ, his mouth went completely dry. Crystal blue eyes sparkling with the amber hues from the firelight made her look like an angel.

“I’m glad,” he managed to utter while his head tilted downward as if being pulled by a magnetic force.

Her rosebud lips parted with her wee gasp. Lachlan tipped up her chin with the crook of his finger and with his next blink, his lips met an invitingly soft mouth. His skin smoldered with hot desire, crackling into goosebumps as he slid his hand beneath her veil and threaded his fingers through her hair. God he loved her hair. Soft, silken, thick and wild, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her mane of curls.

On a sigh, she turned to butter in his arms. Her fingers slipped to his waist and pulled him flush to her body. Soft breasts molded into his chest. With a blast of desire, Lachlan slid a hand down her back and cupped her buttock, pulling her hips flush against his lengthening erection. Unable to think, he thrust his tongue into her mouth while he ground his cock against her abdomen. Christ, where was a bed when he needed one?

To hell with the bed, the wall would do.

With a guttural groan, he deepened his kiss, his hands grasping at those damned thick, black skirts. Ever so gradually, he eased her to the wall, rubbing into her softness, imagining how soft she’d be once he slipped inside her core. His one hand slipped to her breast while his other continued to inch up her skirts.

Hot and hard, he wanted to be inside her with every fiber of his body. Christina’s wee gasps as she matched his kisses made him harder than a stick shift. The hand working her skirts met with soft, warm skin as he slid his palm to her tight little bum. God save him, he’d wanted to bed her since she’d thrust her fists to those sassy hips when they were looking out over the battlefield.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he growled while his cock throbbed with need.

“Ye keep telling me that and ye’ll have me believing it,” she said with the sexiest, most breathless voice he’d ever heard.

His fingers sank into her supple flesh. Her breasts were so full, so pliable, he craved to have his mouth on them, craved to suckle her nipples and listen to every soft moan. “You’d best believe me, because whenever you’re near, I feel like a caveman.”

“A wild beast?”

He nearly roared. “The wildest imaginable.”

His lips trailed down her neck as he cupped her breast and kneaded.

“Ahhhh,” she sighed like a goddess.

An Amazon bestselling author, Amy Jarecki adores Scotland. Though she now resides in southwest Utah, she received her MBA from Heriot-Watt University in Edinburgh. Winning multiple writing awards, she is focused on the genre of Scottish historical romance. Amy loves to write steamy edge-of-your-seat action adventures with rugged men and fascinating women who weave their paths through the brutal eras of centuries past.