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eBook Category: Romance/Fantasy
eBook Description: Ambrose works for Queen Elizabeth 1st and has searched the centuries for his beloved Josephine, from Cleopatra's court and Charlemagne's service to 1950s America and the twenty second century. He has finally found her. He takes his love from twenty-first century America back to Elizabethan England for a short while. These two have a steamy, deep love affair, and all is well until he does something that forces her to stand up to him. She must chase him through time to stop his sinister plan from coming to full fruition. The problem is, every time they meet up, they fall into each other's arms, unable to deny the crazy feelings they have for each other. Still, she has a mission and must complete it or die trying. Josephine is called to be a hero and discovers her darker side.

eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/Faery Rose, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.0 MB], eReader (PDB) [389 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [388 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [347 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [310 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [370 KB], hiebook (KML) [892 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [366 KB], iSilo (PDB) [318 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [399 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [444 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [528 KB]
Words: 119300
Reading time: 340-477 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

I called up the tall, gray portal and stepped inside, my hair was blown back by the cold currents of swirling air. Recalling the mission list, I concentrated on the year 1965.

A spot on one of the walls of the tunnel-like time portal across from me stopped. Waves of zooming time circulated around the slowed-down vision. It reminded me of blood cells floating through an artery and bumping around a large foreign object.

I flew forward effortlessly, as if dead and in the next world, and wiggled my feet in the air, enjoying the ability to fly. Too bad it was only in this cave of sorts.

1965 rested before me like a picture on a large television screen, pulsing with the invitation, magnetically, to step forth. A slight pull tugged me forth, but ever so gently, for I could easily escape its clutches.

Suddenly a loud buzzing set the air afire with its obnoxious noise.

"No!"

I crash landed in 1865, Lincoln's second inauguration, my mind screamed. It was raining on this March day in Washington. Shaking, unable to catch my breath at first, I saw from a distance, within the crowd, President Lincoln speaking on a portico, the Capitol dome over his head. I swooned and lay in the mud at the Capitol grounds.