Genre: Time Travel Romance
Publisher: VJC Books
Pre-order Date: 1/6/20
Release Date: 3/17/20
eBook Price: $2.99
Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/bowG1A
When Veteran Blake Cornelis visits his great grandfather’s Civil War grave, he is whisked back in time to Gettysburg, where his ancestor was a hero. His mission—to preserve his family's decorated military record, because his cousin, Evan, is determined to steal the Cornelius heroism for his own family’s ancestry. Fighting Evan is demanding and requires unremitting vigilance. Fortunately, the gods have sent Blake an exquisite guardian angel to help him.
Ariel, a time travel Protector, is tasked on this journey with safeguarding Blake, and she vows to do that—at any cost. But the attractive hero from Wisconsin is unlike others she’s been assigned to protect. The intense attraction between them casts them into deadly peril on the battlefield.
Blake and Ariel are sent into other wartimes, and as secrets unfold they realize they must sacrifice all to conquer his evil cousin, for the Cornelis honor is not all that is at stake. The fate of the American people lies in their hands. But Evan is a formidable foe, determined to achieve his mission, and since he has nothing to lose, he'll do whatever it takes to succeed—no matter the cost.
About the Author:Valerie Clarizio is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in romantic Door County Wisconsin with her husband and extremely spoiled cat. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into an outdoors enthusiast, of which her favorite activity is hiking in national parks. While out on the trails, she has plenty of time to conjure up irresistible characters and unique storylines for her next romantic suspense or sweet contemporary romance novel.
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Blake stepped toward Ariel with his arms outstretched. This time, she allowed herself to step into them—into the comforting arms of the man she’d dreamed about nonstop for the past year.
He pulled her tight to his warm, firm body. Maybe there was something to be said for the fact she was able to rest while on a mission with this man.
One of his hands glided up and down her back in a light, soothing manner. The other pulled the hat from her head and undid the band that held her hair in place high on her head–the long strands that had been intentionally hidden from view from the world. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders. That simple maneuver made her feel sexy; wanted in a way she hadn't experienced for a long time. Not since her ex, eons ago, long before their marriage started to fall apart.
She went rigid.
Blake inched back but still held her. "You okay?"
Was she? Yes. She loved his hold, the feel of him, and his warm, comforting scent that reminded her of roasting chestnuts.
Slowly, he combed his skilled fingers through her hair for a moment before he wove them in and eased her head back. Her heart fluttered in response to his wanting gaze, and when his lips met hers, it nearly leaped out of her chest.
His kiss was soft, sweet, and lingering. Just enough to make her want more, but instead, he pulled back and stared at her.
After a few beats, he spoke. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of you in the past year. How many times I’ve wondered if I was ever going to see you again. I tried to find you, but I don't even know your last name.”
Her heartbeat ratcheted up a notch. He'd actually sought her out.
"Jonas. My last name is Jonas."
The man’s dark eyes were mesmerizing. She’d been lost in his gaze in her dreams more times than she could count, and now here she was, lost in the depths of his mahogany eyes in real life. She didn’t want this moment to end, yet she knew it would. It was only a matter of time before they’d be separated again, which was why this couldn’t go any further. She should stop it now. She needed her brain to convince her pleading heart it was of no use before she got in too far and couldn’t get out. They could never be together. It would never work, and she had to accept that. The memory of her nearly twenty-year marriage that fell apart was a perfect reminder that her role as a time travel Protector would be too much for any relationship to bear. Yes, for both her and Blake's sake, she could not let this go any further.
If that was the case, why did she find herself wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her?
His mouth found hers again, only this time his kiss was firmer, hungrier, and turned hotter with each beat of her heart. His talented tongue explored delightfully in her mouth, and she couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel probing other areas of her body. Heat surged in her core, spreading like wildfire. She kissed him harder. Years of pent up passion flowed out of her as if she had no control. His large hands roamed her body before they settled on her buttocks and squeezed. The cloth barrier between her flesh and his needed to disappear.
As if he’d read her mind, he gripped her shirt and pulled it from beneath her waistband and yanked it over her head so quickly their lips hardly had to separate to complete the task. Following suit, she stripped him of his shirt.
Gliding her fingers over his hard-muscled abdomen, she paused when she reached the button on his trousers. What am I thinking? I’m not; that’s the problem. Did she dare go any further here and now? Should she risk opening her heart and body any further to this man, knowing they could never be together in the long-term? And what if another soldier were to see them? Yeah, they were in a secluded spot, but not completely isolated.
At her hesitation, Blake stilled. “Is something wrong?”
She needed him to stop looking at her with that desire-filled, smoldering gaze.
“This. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He edged back slightly but kept his hands on her hips. His eyes stayed glued to her. “Why not? Because of having to stay on full-alert to ward off Evan and protect my great-grandfather?"
Ariel shook her head. "No. I'll know…we'll know when Evan's close. We'll know when we have to spring into action. Like you said, that eerie sensation Evan brings with him can't go unnoticed."
She heard his audible swallow. "So then you just don’t want to?”
Good Lord, she’d never wanted anything more, but the practical part of her brain couldn’t get over the unusual circumstances surrounding them. There was a chance that after this mission she would never see him again, and she didn’t know if her heart could handle that once she gave herself fully to him. She wasn’t built for casual romance or romps. When she gave herself physically to a man, to her, that meant she wanted to give her whole self to him—body, heart, and soul. Deep down, she felt he was like-minded, but their positions as Preservers and Protectors could very well dictate they would have no future together. Their roles came with a destiny in which they had absolutely no control.
Ariel reached up and placed her palm on his cheek. “I do want you, but…”
“I understand. I don’t know how this works either. I feel such a strong connection to you, and I fear I’ll never see you again when this mission is over. For the past year, I’ve read every piece of information on time travel I could get my hands on to figure out how I could see you again on my own terms, but I came up empty. Is there any way to do that?”
She debated telling him how her mother had once spoken of a special power her Protector grandmother had which allowed her to access a time period without being summoned. But then, she’d have to tell him that it appeared most Protectors either didn’t possess the power or hadn’t yet figured out how to use it. And then she’d have to tell him that her grandmother didn't pass on the knowledge to her mother because it was frowned upon by the gods.
The desperation in his gaze had her spilling her guts.
His eyes lit up. “So, there is hope.”