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DARLIN’
By
Jewel Adams
Time Travel Sensual Romance
Flint is ready to give the brat fighting him to the Indians as he pushes the
lad over the next waterfall. Once rinsed of mud, he discovers the frail boy
is one nicely shaped woman. Learning his employer intends to marry off the
girl, his Darlin’, with the indentured women, he marries her himself
suspecting he has gone from the frying pan and into the fire.
Marrying Allen Flint isn’t as disturbing to Jolene as discovering she is in
1713. Dare she examine her feelings toward the mountain of a man, now a part
of her life? Can she survive the wilds of the American Frontier?
When Indians capture Flint, Jolene prays she possesses the strength to save
the man she loves from certain death. Time brought her to him, but Jolene
realizes only their magic can hold them together, now.
ISBN:
978-1-935048-03-9 1-935048-03-1
Word Count: 47,801
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What They are Saying…
Aggie Tsirikas
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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Rating: 5 Stars
Heat Level: S
…Darlin’ is
a rich tapestry of words melded together to make one very exciting time
travel taking us from contemporary America back to 1713 Colonial America. A
place where details and realism take centre stage, along with the romance
that develops between Jolene and Flint. Ms Adams has an easy style of
writing that flows fluidly and makes her books page-turners. Darlin’
is no exception. Here is the story of ordinary people in extraordinary
circumstances who learn how to cope with the challenges they face; their
love develops over the hardships they face and how they learn to adapt to
their situation.
…Ms Adams treats
us to a fun-filled and erotic step back in time as we experience the love,
adventure and passions between Jolene and Flint. Once started you won’t want
to put Darlin’ down – I couldn’t.
I highly recommend Darlin’ to fans of Time
Travel romance. Readers who enjoy historical romance will find Darlin’
a delightful read as well.
Reviewed by: Shelley
Four Angels
Fallen Angels Reviews
http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/February2005/Shelley-Darlin.htm
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DARLIN'
JEWEL ADAMS
Erotic time travel
Rating: 5 cups!
…Flint and his Darlin’ wife was an exciting story. It
was amazing that after Darlin realized
where she was that she had no choice but to make the best
of the situation she was in
and she was rewarded for it. Jewel Adams wrote such a
fantastic erotic story I give her
5 cups.
Briana Burress
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
Love Romance.com
Rating: 5
….Jewel Adams has
not only written a very passionate, romantic story, but one full of
adventure. The reader will find herself taken back in time with Jolene to
experience the lives of the first pioneers. The plot reads smoothly with
never a dull moment. There are wild Indians, with one in particular who
takes more than a passing interest in Jolene, the French, who one will not
be sure if they are good or bad, and a bevy of interesting characters that
give depth and interest to the story. The love and passion between Jolene
and Flint fairly sizzles the pages and the love scenes are hot and very
sensuous.
…This reviewer has
never been a big fan of westerns, but Jewel Adams is one author this
reviewer will read again.
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EXCERPT
Prologue
lright, which one of you put
her up to it?” Jolene glared at her friends.
The denial floated through the
car.
Mary Joe leaned forward from the backseat. “Well, I
sure didn’t. It wasn’t fair that you monopolized the whole séance, Jolene.”
“Not by choice.” Flicking the auburn wisps back behind
her ear, Jolene’s brow creased again recalling the strange evening.
Jean dropped off Lynn and Mary Joe first, before
driving back to her house where Jolene left her car.
“Why so quiet, Joe? You don’t really believe all that
mumbo jumbo?”
“No, of course not.” But her answer sounded weak. “Why
would she say something so off the wall like that?”
“Probably wanted to make an impression on us so we’d
send her more business.”
“Yes, you’re right.” But did she have to scare her in
the process? What did she say when they were leaving? Beware of what
kills in silence.
Rubbing her arms, the goose bumps had little to do with
the warm summer night. After saying goodnight to Jean, Jolene tried to
forget the unsettling events of the evening. She didn’t believe in such
nonsense. So why couldn’t she forget the woman’s words?
Half way home a roll of thunder vibrated through the
car. Already upset, Joe scolded herself for going. “I’d be home by now and
not out in a summer downpour.”
Just as her words fell silent, huge drops of rain
splattered the windshield. She searched for the wiper switch as her foot
went to the brake. When the wipers flew across the windshield she felt the
tension ease out of her shoulders. She needed to lean forward to see the
white line in the middle of the road, nearly missing her mailbox and the
turn up the mountain to her home.
“I should have listened to Jean and rented old Teran’s
place in town instead of living out here.” Shaking her head she knew she
couldn’t give up her grandfather’s cabin. It had always been her home and
would remain so. She loved her mountain.
At the sharp curve, she just came about the side when
she saw the fallen tree across the road and slammed on the brakes. The car
careened into the large tree trunk, throwing her forward over the impact. It
took all her strength to bring her head off the steering wheel. She groaned
as she raised her hands to hold the vicious throb at her temple. Sitting
there Jolene fought off the dizzy sensation folding in on her. She started
shaking all over, but only her head held pain, a sharp throbbing assault.
The storm gave no sign of letting up. Living her whole
life at the threshold of the Smoky Mountains she knew this was an all
nighter. Straining to see past her blurry vision the dashboard finally came
into focus, eleven thirty-four. The prospect of sitting in the car
all night ended over the ache in her head. She needed to get home. It was
only half a mile up the road, a road no one else ever came up.
Jolene tried to get her purse off the floor, but the
effort made her winch. She would get it tomorrow. She made sure everything
was turned off then pocketed the keys in her jeans, wishing she’d thought to
bring an umbrella. The sound of heavy rain hitting the hood in angry pulses,
told her it wouldn’t have helped tonight.
Counting to three didn’t give her enough time to build
up her courage so she sat there and counted to ten. Jolene pushed the door
open against the storm’s wind and the branches that fell around the car.
Fighting her way through the limbs, her blouse became
soaked by the time she reached the tree trunk. She didn’t have the strength
to pull herself over it. Getting down on her knees she crawled along the
fallen tree until she found a gap wide enough to slide under. The road bed
turned into mud and she grimaced as she edged under the trunk. Once away
from the fallen tree her head hurt so much she just laid there, letting the
rain plummet her backside. She wanted to sleep, but the little voice of
sanity told her to get up and make it to the cabin.
It took several tries before she came fully to her
feet. The mud sucked at her loafers until Jolene wasn’t sure if she still
wore them. All around her the storm raged, lightening flashed in ugly jagged
scars, but the thunder filled her, its roaring vibration went on, stealing
her breath away.
Stumbling, she fell. Lying there she felt the ground
shake beneath her. “Oh no, not thunder!”
She frantically looked all around her, feeling the
panic rise as the rumbling beneath her body increased. Using every bit of
strength at her command, Jolene pushed to her feet to run, but feared she
would run into the flash flood. She tried to clear the rivulets of water
from her eyes and search the darkness, knowing that at any second, the
terror would burst out upon her.
When it came, Jolene’s screams were lost in the rush of
mud and water bombarding her. Over and over she rolled, carried by the sheet
of moving earth. She felt so odd, almost detached from the fury, as if she
couldn’t really feel anything…except her fear, and the deluge became her
world, swallowing her up in the terror, until everything crashed down about
her in a deafening swirl of darkness.
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