Out of the mists of time, rides a story of espionage, love, and a 1Night Stand.
When Ryann Summers, an actress playing the role of Lady Liberty, an Agent in Washington’s Culper spy ring, asks Madame Eve of 1Night Stand for a date, a night she’ll never forget—where her identity is kept secret—she gets more than she bargained for.
Now she’s caught in the middle of the American Revolution and between two of the sexiest men she’s ever set eyes on. If she can survive the musketballs and the invading British forces, she just might find everything she’s been searching for—sex hot enough to set the sea on fire.
Okay, she’d asked that they not know she was a star, but…. Ryann bit her lip. How could they not know what a movie was? Tension clenched her gut like a fist. This kind of stuff didn’t happen—wasn’t possible. Was it? Dark before three, disappearing sets, real musket balls…. “What’s the year?”
“Oh God.” Ryann touched the divot in her throat, trying her best to calm the panic. Not working. She rose to her knees and barfed over the side of the boat, clinging to the bow with a white-knuckle grip. When she’d finished gagging, she turned her head toward Aaron and back to Thomas. “Water,” she croaked. Aaron handed her a flask. She tipped it back and immediately began to cough as liquid lava slid down her throat. “Gah!” She shoved it back at him, spluttering. “That isn’t water.”
“No, but it’s good for calming the nerves.”
To hell with her nerves! She’d jumped feet first into another time. Panic was reasonable—so was puking. “It’s really 1776—and you’re Patriot spies—and I’m not dreaming any of this, am I?”
They nodded this time. “We’ll look at the bump on your head as soon as we’re onboard. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Try to stay calm. You’re safe. There isn’t a British ship that can catch my schooner,” Thomas said. “I know. They’ve tried. I’ve a price on my head that would make the queen rich.”
“I didn’t bump my head. I’ve traveled back in time.”
“She must have hit it hard.”