On the plus side, she hadn’t cried about Tony for the past five minutes.
There was nothing remotely poetic about trudging along in wet knickers. She was freezing cold and soaked through to her skin. But the reality was nowhere near as tragically beautiful. In the secret places of her mind, she’d imagined herself floating over the moorland like some despairing Bronte-esque heroine crossed in love, her heart mortally wounded by the hero’s cruelty-not that she’d ever admit that one out loud. The plan formed that morning over breakfast, snug and safe in the warmth of her aunt’s Lakeland kitchen, wasn’t exactly living up to Martha’s hopes.
There’s nothing like a bit of fresh air and exercise to sweep away man troubles. Spend a nice day in the country, she muttered, mimicking the gentle Irish accent of her Aunt Clooney. Ow! She pressed the heel of her hand to the afflicted eye. Martha Bigalow looked up at the leaden sky and winced as a fat raindrop smacked her on the eyeball. In hindsight, hiking in the Lake District on a bitter day in November was not, perhaps, the best way to fix a broken heart. Please steer clear if cliffy endings aren't your thing!)ĬHAPTER ONE Tales-of-a-Traveler-Hemlock-Flourish.psd
(Please note! This book is NOT a standalone. Despite the risks, and against all of his better judgment, Vadim offers to help Martha find a way home.Ĭan Martha adapt to life in a medieval society? Can she avoid the Evil Earl and his minions? And, more importantly, will she find the courage to trust her heart again? But when he finds the strange woman lying beside the river he cannot abandon her. The last thing his life needs are complications of the female kind. If Martha wants his aid she'll have to pretend to be his wife! If she's to have any hope of fitting in, Martha's going to need help, and lots of it! Vadim offers her his protection, but it comes at a price. Tall, dark, and extremely handsome, Vadim certainly has the potential to help Martha forget a lot of things, especially that treacherous louse Tony!īut this isn't the twenty-first century, and medieval Erde is nothing like home! She wakes up in a cave, wearing nothing but her dodgy, mismatched underwear, and her only company is that of the strange man who saved her life. One false step sends Martha plunging head first into an angry river. Hoping to forget about her worthless ex-boyfriend - not to mention the humiliating way in which they parted - Martha sets out on a hike taking in the dramatic scenery of the English Lake District.īut as she picks her way across a set of ancient stepping stones, disaster strikes.
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