Landon entered White’s and asked for a drink. His dreams had been trying as of late, the mysterious lady who haunted his nights visiting him often and was beginning to invade his every thought. If he could only drink away her beauty, forget about it, make on with his life as if she did not exist…
With a start, he realized a man had sat beside him, his shoulders hunched, his face closed.
For whatever reason, perhaps because he felt a sudden kinship with the man whose eyes seemed to mirror the growing swell of emotions Landon himself felt, he cleared his throat. “Would you like a drink?” he asked.
“Ale,” the man said after a moment. “The stronger the better.”
Landon ordered one, and it wasn’t until they had shared several rounds without a word that the man felt moved to speak further.
“This be a strange place,” he remarked, glancing around.
Landon frowned. “Have you never been before?” White’s was a staple, where a man could enjoy drink and dice and cards and more.
“Never been to anywhere here,” the man muttered. He glanced around some more and then leaned in close. “Can you be… Who are you?”
“Landon Philamore.”
“A lord, I take it.”
Landon nodded. “And yourself?”
“Sir Gerald of Hanover.”
The man seemed to want to say more, and Landon waited, giving the man time to reason through his thoughts.
“Do you think,” Gerald said slowly, but then he halted.
“I think I great many things.” Landon would have smiled, but the man’s countenance bore too heavy a burden. “Tell me what ails you.”
“I do not think…” Gerald took a deep breath and then said in a rush, “I am not from this time.”
At once, Landon’s heart began to race. The lady from his dreams, the things she sometimes said, her mannerisms, her jokes… On more than one occasion, he suspected the same thing of her.
“I know I must sound daft,” Gerald continued.
“I think you need another drink,” Landon said.
At Gerald’s nod, Landon motioned for two more drinks.
“What is it that you miss most from your time?” Landon asked.
“You believe me?”
He shrugged. “It matters not what I believe. Your beliefs take priority.”
“I do not know what I belief, what I think, who I love.” Gerald stared glumly at his mug.
“Well, I believe that love can transcend anything. Even those from other lands… or other times.”
“Do you?” Gerald asked, the light of hope shining in his eyes for the first time since they began their conversation.
“Yes,” Landon said firmly, but whether he said it for Gerald’s sake or his own, he could not be certain…
Landon is the hero in The Test of Time, whereas Gerald is the hero in Love Before Honor.
Katia jumps at the chance to go to England with her best friend after Rose ditches her deadbeat boyfriend. While walking through the market, she spies a large mansion and recognizes the guy out front as her high school friend Tony. Just as they start to reconnect, Katia passes through times and lands in the arms of Lord Landon, who looks like Tony but certainly doesn’t act like him.
Soon, Katia learns that this 1815 is different from the one in history books. Trapped in a parallel world, Katia struggles to not fall for Landon but his charm proves too much for her. Just when she is about to confess her love for him, Katia travels through time yet again.
The course of love never did run smooth and if Katia can’t figure out and master the test of time, she’ll never see her friends again, or worse, never be reunited with Landon.
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The unlikely newlyweds removed themselves promptly from town to honeymoon at the Wincanton estate- Ardleigh Manor. Obviously, spurred on by my desire to provide you, dear rear, with all of the pertinent facts, I followed. Fortunately, the groom himself granted me this short interview which I print here for your titillation and amusement.
I see- if you do not mind me saying, that is a very impressive, purple bump you are sporting on your forehead. I overheard the servants saying you received it when your devoted, love-struck wife threw a projectile at you. Would you care to comment?
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As they rounded the bend that had obstructed her view of Drayton’s whereabouts, Cassandra skidded to a very unladylike halt and pushed Patience behind a tree. Her eyes narrowed with jealousy, although why such an emotion seemed to be plaguing her she could not say. They had made no commitment to one another nor expressed words of love. Their relationship had been a convenience for them both. Why, then, did Cassandra’s heart feel as though it were being stabbed with a knife when she observed Drayton carrying Lady Sandhurst in his arms before depositing her on a park bench?
This is an original piece with characters from Sherry Ewing’s work in progress, Nothing But Time. Sherry picked up her first historical romance when she was a teenager and has been hooked ever since. A bestselling author, she writes historical & time travel romances to awaken the soul one heart at a time. Always wanting to write a novel but busy raising her children, she finally took the plunge in 2008 and wrote her first Regency. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Beau Monde & the Bluestocking Belles. Sherry is currently working on her next novel and when not writing, she can be found in the San Francisco area at her day job as an Information Technology Specialist. You can learn more about Sherry’s work here on her page with the Bluestocking Belles or on the following social media outlets:
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event delivered into an adulterous union, Miss M, I fear, is Lost, having fallen like the mothers of the children she ministered to into the hands of an upstart, Lord C, reputed to be a man of great wealth and poor moral repute. It is said, she has even been residing with him these many days without benefit of wedlock!
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Sage gathered some biscuit and tea for the guests. Using her shoulder, she nudged the door open. She smiled at her lady, the strange but kind Katia who did not seem to quite belong to this day and time.