***Long story about my technical difficulties. But my spellchecker is working now. All my stories have been spellcheck -ed and new editions uploaded. ~Skhye***—- Time-travel Fantasy Romance Heat Spicy novella — 22K words, 88pp Blurb Alone, Twila Deeds tries to find her lost brother and stumbles upon a cult she believes is preparing to sacrifice her in a Valentines-Day sex ritual. She learns her brother has joined the cult and claims to be saving her by bringing her into the fold. She can't trust her brat brother, a selfish teen who never did anything for anyone. He must be dealt with. And she intends to dole out the punishment as revenge for his latest betrayal. Nor dare she trust the cult's gorgeous member who arrives to escort her to the cult's Scottish castle on his motorcycle. She's terrified of motorcycles. And the man forces her to climb aboard at gunpoint. After the terrifying motorcycle ride, she has no intention of falling victim to the sacrificial blade before her baby brother is served his just dessert. But Illusion manifests as free will. (~1st Point of Time Travel) Gerard Abercrombie can't seem to convince Twila that his time-travel brotherhood has only her welfare in mind before his patience wears thin. Time-travel Code will save him because only the fairies know what the future holds as the Gods send two SACRIFICIAL HEARTS racing toward their destiny. ——- Series : Can be read in ANY order...ALL 99 cents each! Book 1: SACRIFICIAL HEARTS (novella)—A Time-Guardian Valentines tale Book 2: SWORDSONG (novel)—He's arrived to help her create the perfect bride. Book 3: HE OF THE FIERY SWORD (novel)—Once upon a time, King Arthur was a time-traveling shape-shifting dragon... Book 4: NAKED ON THE STAIRCASE (novel) A Time-Guardian Halloween tale Book 5: FORBIDDEN ETERNITY (novel; currently being revised) Book 6: THE SPELL OF THE KILLING MOON (novella)—One must die so the other can live. Book 7: HEAVENLY HIGHLANDS (novel; currently being revised) ——- Excerpt : "No problem," Gerard Abercrombie said from where he sank onto the soft couch. Gaining entry to the lad's house certainly was too easy, he noted. Now, Danny's sister just offered coffee. A scone and clotted cream would go nicely with the steaming brew. But Yanks ruined scones with bits of herbs and spices. The water trilled in the kitchen beyond the granite bar where the lass worked. "What's up with that computer?" Twila called. "I couldn't turn it off. Why don't you guys take the beast for posterity? Open a FBI museum with confiscated items. Jaws would be your star gizmo." That the machine would. But the FBI has no knowledge of my visit. "Couldn't turn it off, eh? Shall I try?" Danny and his teenage antics. Still driving his sister insane from halfway across the planet. I gulped down a chuckle. "Anyone else would undoubtedly be successful," she chattered on. "Computers are nothing more than word processors to me, and Jaws has a mind of his own." Really? "I can have him decommissioned if you like." The savory aroma of roasted coffee beans wafted the beautiful Twila back into the room. She strode to the blue armchair and claimed a seat. Crossing her legs like a matron. Excellent. The lass will lose her blue jeans in retraining. Otherwise, she will enjoy the transition.