I’m so excited to have Susanna Stone here today to share news of her new release, Timelost Lover. It’s part of our Emerald Isle Fantasies series and I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy!
Isn’t that a wonderful cover??! I think it says so much about the book.
Now… take it away Susan!
Thanks so much, Dena, for having me as your guest today.
I’m so excited to have Timelost Lover published. This is the seventh book in our Ellora’s Cave series, Emerald Isle Fantasies, and it’s been wonderful working with you and all the other Ladies of Tullamore. We had a blast creating the 800-year-old castle, finding a location for it (the coast of Donegal) and hiring staff. And then there was the history we made up, and all the amazing paranormal legends.
My own choice of other-worldliness is time travel. My modern day heroine, Tannis Romilly, finds herself travelling through time, over a hundred years into the past, to meet up with a famous Irish painter, Brendan Pearse. And she realises she has to pose for his iconic paintings, the Irish Freedom trilogy, or the history of Ireland might just unfold in a totally different way.
It was quite a challenge, actually, to bring these two lovers together, when they come from such different worlds, because their own social understanding is so different, having been born over a century apart. I think the trickiest part– and the most fun — was working out their lovemaking, considering his expectations of woman in 1910, and her own experience from the twenty-first century.
Dena, you were kind enough to allow me to use your family of witches and wise women from Ghostly Persuasion, the Mac au Bhaird women, who live on the castle grounds. So with your blessing I created a minor character, Clíodhna Mac au Bhaird, to help out Brendan and Tannis when they needed her wisdom and herbal healing.
I hope everyone who enjoyed the other books in the series will take a look at Timelost Lover.
When Tannis first sees an iconic painting by Irish nationalist artist Brendan Pearse, she’s stunned that the naked woman in the picture looks exactly like her, even down to the intricate Celtic tattoo on her breast. Seeking answers, she travels to Castle Tullamore, an ancient Irish stronghold steeped in magic, where the artist lived and worked a hundred years ago. Inexplicably, she is whisked back in time and meets him face to face.
Brendan doesn’t know what to make of this otherworldly woman who seems to have come out of nowhere to be his model. But he knows she’s exactly the woman he needs for his Irish Freedom trilogy. At the risk of endangering his master work, and against all his own rules, he knows he can never hope to capture her essence on canvas without first possessing her body in the flesh.
But their time together will be heart-breakingly brief, because Tannis knows Brendan died tragically young, and there’s nothing she can do to change history.
A Romantica® time travel erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Copyright Susanna Stone 2014
All rights reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing Inc.
The old detachment of modeling came back to her with ease, reminding her of the days she’d been comfortable standing naked in front of a dozen or more students, some working with a life model for the first time. She smiled at the memory of the first-year men in particular, scarcely more than boys, studiously avoiding her eyes—even more her private parts—pretending to be blasé about it all. Then actually achieving that nonchalance.
And here, now—though when was now?—she stood posing for one of Ireland’s greatest artists. Who would believe it? Well, no one, of course, because one part of her mind still held a modicum of disbelief, no matter how much her senses told her it was happening. The legendary Brendan Pearse using her for his classic work. His eye assessing everything he saw and transmitting the image to his hand to create the marks that represented her lines and highlights and shadows.
He was clearly lost in that element of creation, no more aware of her as a woman than she was of—
He looked up at the very moment her eyes were resting on his face.
And everything shifted for her.
They held each other’s look for a million nanoseconds. His hand stopped for perhaps two beats of the heart, and then he resumed his work with no obvious change in pace or demeanor.
Tannis, however, had felt the swing of her own feelings from inward to outward, right to left, turned upside down. Suddenly very, very self-aware.
Aware of him as a man. Aware of her own nakedness.
No longer a model, a detached professional. Every square millimeter of her flesh felt exposed to this fully dressed man, this icon, this stranger. Alone with him in this isolated room, she felt almost shy of him.
Never in her life, either as a model or a lover, had she felt so on display, flaunting herself and her sexuality. She ached to cover her body.
She would be in a blatantly exposed position. Full frontal nudity, to use that modern term than he would never hear in his life.
How much longer could she bear it? Every second she stood here exposing herself tore at her nerve endings. Her composure was in shreds, her heart pounding in trepidation of what might happen next.
The only thin bright spot was that Brendan himself seemed oblivious to her sexually, unaware of her anguish. His lips tight, his eyes hard, he continued to pour his energy into the sketch before him.
She grabbed hold of her composure and forced herself to remain standing naked before him.
Sweet Saint Brigid. What the hell had just happened? All he’d done was catch her eye, and some unseen energy had sent a shock straight into his libido. He no longer saw his vision of Ireland’s tragedy and courage, but simply and totally a flesh and blood woman of unbelievable erotic potency.
A woman whose sheer sexuality flowed from every pore in her flesh.
He must have been blind. Blinded by the idea of her as his Celtic spirit, blinded by his artist’s vision, to the point where he had failed to see her as a person.
At what point had the primitive male kicked aside the artist?
He willed his nerves to settle down, his unruly ardor to back off. If he could just keep his mind on the project and away from imagining— Never mind.
“All right, turn around for me.” He put iron and detachment into his voice. She rearranged herself to display her back. Gripping the sketchbook as though it could protect him from her, he began to recreate the elegant curve of her back, the dip at the base of her spine—
Stop thinking, damn it. Just draw.
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