The Mists of Time
Di Vinci Time Travel Series, #4
by Susan Squires
Date of Publication:
August 31st 2010
Cover Artist: Rebecca
Poole, Dreams2Media
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
BLURB
Divided by Centuries
Diana Dearborn knows all about romance, at
least in the books she writes. But passion eludes her in real life—until she’s
offered the chance to travel back in time to Camelot. The world of King Arthur
and Guinevere is nothing like she pictured, and neither is the knight she
encounters upon her return to San Francisco: Gawain, the hero of her current
project. He’s complicated, mysterious, and sexier than anything her imagination
could conjure. And he’s been waiting for her…
Entwined by Desire
Now, joined together in a desperate race,
Diana and Gawain must prevent an ancient, evil force from wreaking mayhem in
the all-too-real present. Diana must learn to trust Gawain, even while she
encounters secrets about her own past. But even if their mission succeeds, does
Diana’s destiny lie with this man from another time—and will their love alter
history forever?
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Making love to her had been a miracle.
Gawain couldn’t regret it. The way she opened to him, the way she trusted him.
He’d worried when she was so hesitant. He’d wondered if she was too damaged by
her previous experience.
Had he been gentle enough with her? It
had cost him every ounce of his control to go as slowly has he had, when he
wanted to claim her as his own, fast and fierce, with the right to protect and
defend her, the right to make love to her, for them to bear children together
and stand together against all comers.
Gawain felt her stir in his arms. She
still had her sleep shirt on, though it was entirely unbuttoned, leaving her
soft breasts pressed against his chest. He had captured her thigh between his
own as she dozed after sex. This was how they should sleep together, always.
She wiggled the leg between his. He
opened his thigh immediately. “Did your leg go to sleep?”
“No. I just liked the feel of it
against your, uh, you know.’
He raised his brows. “Against my ‘you
know’? Those are my bollocks and my cock you’re speaking of.”
Her eyes went dark. “Yes.”
“I know you know those words. You use
them in your books.”
“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Well,
it’s a little different saying them to someone in real life.” She cleared her
throat again. “I, uh, I hope it was okay for you.”
“Yelling is a clue. You don’t often
get yelling.”
She tried to suppress a smile and
looked down.
He felt his cock springing to new
life. Would he ever get enough of her? “I’m not sure your research is yet
complete if you have to resort to ‘you know’ to describe things.” He rolled
over on his back and scooted her over next to him. “Don’t you think you should
explore a little yourself? Just in the name of research.”
She grinned but looked away.
“You can’t possibly be shy after
opening to my mouth the way you did.”
“Was…was I too brazen?” She looked
stricken.
“A man likes his woman to be lady in
public and brazen in bed. You were perfect.”
“So, uh, I should be brazen now.” She
slid a glance down to his groin.
“Yes.”
She took her lip between her teeth as
though she were girding her own loins. “I suppose you know that all those
things I wrote in my books—they were pretty much just words to me. I know the
words well enough but…”
“But you should explore the reality,”
he said.
She smiled shyly. “If you’re sure you
wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll bear up.” At least this time he
could wait. He’d had one hell of an orgasm less than an hour ago.
“Well, I think I’ll start with your
nipples. I was very curious earlier, but I didn’t like to, uh, just.... Well,
you know.”
“You think you’re conveying something
with this phrase ‘you know.’ But you’re not. Could you mean ‘lick them’?”
She sighed as if relieved. “Yes. Lick
them.”
She bent over him and touched her
tongue to his right nipple. Sensation shot to his groin. He hadn’t expected
that. Not from just a nipple. Not after having spent himself so forcefully less
than an hour before. She ran her tongue over it and then sucked gently. He
cleared his throat. Now she raked her teeth across it, not biting, but the mere
possibility of biting made him feel open and vulnerable to her. She continued
working at it, alternating techniques while her other small hand gravitated
toward his other nipple and began to tweak it.
She pulled up. “Now, describe how that
feels please.”
“Good.”
She frowned at him. “I can’t just say
it feels ‘good’ in my books.”
“Well, I’m a man. Men don’t wax
flowery over…over things like that.” He took a breath. “That doesn’t mean you
have to stop.”
She slipped down and slid her tongue
into his navel. “I have other fish to fry right now. I’ll try to get back to
them later.” She pulled his thighs apart and he obliged her. “I’ve read,” she
said meditatively, “that the area just behind the testicles is very sensitive.”
She took two fingers and rubbed the spot in question slowly, deeply. Lord, he
was hard as a rock already. Could things get any more intense? “Is that true?”
she asked.
“Uh, yes.” Where did she read these
kinds of things? In books like hers?
“Pleasurable?”
“That would be yes.”
“And balls, do you like them caressed
if I promise to be very gentle?”
“I, uh, I don’t know. No one’s ever
done, uh, that exactly to me.”
“You surprise me.” She gave a knowing
smile. “A man with your experience?”
The last woman he’d had was the Green
Knight’s wife, and that was many years ago. At the thought of the Green Knight
and his failure of honor, his heart contracted. He had to put that failure
away. This was for Diana. He would perform the act of loving with her, for her,
as a healing rite. That was the height of honor. And if it wasn’t, then honor
be damned.
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Author Info
Susan Squires grew up among the giant
redwoods of California. She thought she was being practical by changing her
major in college from theater to English literature. Immersed in a PhD.
Program, she slowly realized that none of her graduating friends had work. So
she dropped out after receiving a Master’s degree to take an paying job in the
business world.
As an executive in a Fortune 500 company, she
returned to her love of writing while continuing to hold her day-job, much to
the amusement of her fellow executives. Her novel Danegeld, had already been
purchased by Dorchester by the time she accepted a Golden Heart for Best
Unpublished Paranormal Manuscript from Romance Writers of America. It was the
first of an eclectic group of historical and contemporary paranormal stories
known for their intensity. Body Electric was named by Publishers Weekly one of
the ten most influential paperbacks of 2002, for blending romance and
science-fiction. Book List compared No More Lies to the works of Robin Cook and
Michael Crichton, but it was also a Rita finalist for Best Published Paranormal
Romance by Romance Writers of America.
Susan’s Companion Series for St. Martin’s
Press, continued to garner attention with admiring reviews and several visits
to the New York Times Bestseller List. Publishers Weekly named One with the
Shadows a Best Book of the Year, and several of the series received starred
reviews. Her books have won the many regional contests for published works of
paranormal romantic fiction.
Susan no longer has to use tales of romance
and adventure to escape budgets and projects. She finally left her day job, and
researches and writes her books at the beach in Southern California, supported
by three Belgian Sheepdogs and a wonderful husband named Harry who writes
occult mysteries as H.R. Knight.
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