We're so excited to share with you the much-anticipated sequel to Dianne Duvall's A Sorceress of His Own! Rendezvous with Yesterday is newest Gifted Ones novel (a prequel to the best-selling Immortal Guardians series) and is available October 17th, 2016 at all major e-retailers! Find out more about this fall must-read below!
The Gifted Ones Book 2
By Dianne Duvall
Publishing Date: October 17, 2016
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Modern-day bounty hunter Bethany Bennett helps her brother track two fugitives to a forest outside of Houston, Texas. But what should have been a routine apprehension of two bail skippers spirals out of control and ends in violence. After Beth and her brother are both seriously injured, a mysterious figure suddenly looms over her. And, when the smoke clears, Beth finds herself not only in another place, but in another time. As Lord Robert, Earl of Fosterly, attempts to identify and track down the nameless enemy who has been plaguing his lands and people with violence, the most peculiar woman stumbles into his path. Small, vulnerable, yet possessed of a bold, fiery spirit and wicked sense of humor, she persists in dubbing Robert and his men members of something called a medieval reenactment group . . . until she sees his castle and labels herself mad. It seems bounty hunter Bethany Bennett has come to him from the future, bringing with her laughter and chaos, swiftly winning the hearts of his people and inspiring within him a love he thought he would never experience again. But when Robert discovers a way for her to return to her time, will the love they share be enough to keep them together?
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Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series and The Gifted Ones series. Her books have twice been nominated for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews. Reviewers have called Dianne's books "utterly addictive" (RT Book Reviews), "fast-paced and humorous" (Publishers Weekly), "extraordinary" (Long and Short Reviews), and "wonderfully imaginative" (The Romance Reviews). Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn't writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete like some of the vampires she has created in her books. For the latest news on upcoming releases, contests, and more, please visit www.DianneDuvall.com. You can also find Dianne online . . . Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Tsū | YouTube | Pinterest | Goodreads | Google Plus
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Rendezvous with Yesterday
Beth drew Robert out of the tower and led him across the bailey, swinging their linked hands between them. “I’m sorry.”
Squinting against the descending sun, she sent him a wry smile. “I’m never going to fit in around here, am I? I keep forgetting the rules.”
He shrugged. “You shall learn them all in time. And once you have, I shall be endlessly entertained, watching you choose which ones you will follow and which you will discard.”
Shouldn’t he be more concerned than that? “You won’t be angry if I decide to buck the system every once in a while? You won’t send me packing?”
The pause that followed, she felt, was due more to his need to decipher her meaning than think through his answer.
“Nay, Beth, my feelings for you are not contingent upon you obeying the rules.” He smiled and raised her hand to his lips for a kiss. “And I shall only become angry if you place yourself in danger.”
She grinned up at him. “So, you like me a little, do you?”
“More than a little.”
Good. Because she was crazy about him. “You know what?”
“I’ll bet Edward could scare up enough hot water for a bath if we asked him nicely.”
His eyes sparkled with interest. “Could he now?”
She nodded. “Of course, there probably won’t be enough to fill two tubs, so we would have to share.”
“With the right incentive, I believe I could resign myself to such a fate,” he murmured thoughtfully.
“The right incentive, huh? How about…” Beth stopped. Moving in close, she slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair. “This?”
* * *
Robert’s heart stuttered as Beth rose onto her toes and fastened her lips to his in a kiss so rife with hunger that he forgot they were standing in the middle of the bailey. Locking his arms around her, he dragged her against him and lost himself in the feel of her. Her warm, slick tongue stroked his own. Her full breasts teased his chest. Her fingers clenched in his hair. And her hips…
Cupping the back of her head with one hand, Robert slid the other down to urge her hips closer and assuage the ache she inspired.
“Ahem.” Something thumped Robert’s shoulder. Hard.
Reluctantly abandoning Beth’s sweet lips, he raised his head. Michael’s back swam into focus. Apparently he had bumped into them on his way to…
Actually Michael did not seem to have any particular destination in mind. Why had he bumped them?
Blinking, Robert glanced around and gradually became aware of the gaping stares directed their way by virtually every man, woman, and child in the bailey. A quick look up confirmed the avid interest of the guards atop the walls. Even the hounds that had been romping with the children seemed to have paused in their play long enough to goggle.
Beth’s face flushed a bright red.
“We seem to have attracted a bit of attention,” he understated.
“Believe it or not, I only meant to give you a quick kiss.”
Robert smiled. “If you think I am objecting, you are mistaken, love.”
“Really?” She plucked at the front of his tunic. “You aren’t angry?”
“Shall I repeat what I have already told you? I care not who approves or disapproves. Were I to receive such a greeting each time I returned home, I would forever be a happy man.”
Pursing her lips, she cast him a flirtatious look. “But you would be happier if we were both naked in a bath, right?”
Robert groaned and laughed at the same time. “Unless you wish me to take you here before all of Fosterly, sweetling, I suggest you restrain that wicked tongue of yours.”
“I will do aught with my wicked tongue that you request,” she countered in a sultry voice, nigh making his knees buckle with the passionate images her words evoked.
Latching onto her hand, Robert practically ran up the stairs to the keep, her light laughter following and making him grin.
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