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HeartFelt Promos
April 17th, 2006, 11:45 PM
Authors post your exceprt here with your web site for readers!

Linda L Lattimer
July 29th, 2006, 05:59 PM
Time Travel stories are a blast, and I know there are authors out there with some excerpts that are burning to be shared, and we are anxiously waiting to read them.
:) ;)

Sally Painter
July 30th, 2006, 01:50 PM
Here is the excerpt from my EC Time Travel available in paperback and ebook formats.

I hope you enjoy it!

All I Want By Sally Painter

1250 A.D. A total solar eclipse darkened all of Europe. It was the kind of event ripe for birthing a legend…a man and a woman who loved each other so much each gave their life for the other.
…or so the legend goes.

Jeanne McBen's antiserum for a modern day plague is stolen, and her brother kidnapped by the madman responsible. Desperate, she stumbles into the arms of sexy highlander Mael MacRaigl, but must learn to trust her intuition instead of science and embrace the wild, passionate love and final truth he brings.

Mael MacRaigl, a tormented man, lost his one true love, Jeanne McBen, 755 years ago. He's found a way to be with her again and is depending on the burning passion they shared to span across centuries. There's just one problem—Jeanne doesn't remember him and when he sends her back to 1250 AD, Mael doesn't know her.

Can Mael and Jeanne rediscover the deep, fiery love they once knew? Can Mael woo her into his bed long enough to win her heart—again—and stop their separation from happening a second time?

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An Excerpt From: ALL I WANT

© Copyright SALLY PAINTER, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

Mael MacRaigl tried to relax in the corner booth, but his knees kept hitting the table. He stretched his legs out in front of him, but his feet came up against the other seat. Laughter and tinkling glass clashed against drifting conversations as more people filled the diner. Each voice jerked his attention in its direction, only to have his anticipation crushed. It wasn’t her. He closed his eyes, willing his composure to hold fast. The nervous expectancy was like fingernails raking down a chalkboard. There was no relief from its irritating presence. He sighed. The nervous tide receded and Mael opened his eyes. A loud crashing of glass from the kitchen shattered his momentary peace. He stared out the diner window in an attempt to insulate himself from the din.

Low-swag metal lamps pierced the window with harsh reflections against the blackness outside. He tugged on the shirt collar and hastily loosened his tie. It had been a long time since he’d been in such a crowd. There was much to be said for solitude. Shifting in the booth, he flattened his sweaty palms against his pant legs and willed the anxious trembling in the pit of his stomach to calm. He had waited for such a long time. It was difficult to believe he was actually here.

The familiar prickle started at the base of his neck and rippled down his spine, a sensation not felt for what seemed like an eternity, yet was expected. It felt just like the first time he had experienced it. She was here! Their bond remained. Relief washed over him. Not even the passing years had been able to break their connection. He quickly reined his excitement and trained his stare on the open doorway. Waiting. His gaze jumped from one patron to the next, following the ever-present flow of people moving in and out of the crowded diner. Oh, God, there she was! His breath lodged in his throat. She paused long enough to glance about the room.

Mael forced himself to remain seated, balling his hands into white-knuckled fists. His gaze traveled her oval face framed by dark wavy hair, shorter than he recalled. Each curve, laugh line and dimple was imprinted on his very soul. His heart pounded out his need, pulsing to his groin. Unsated hunger smoldered until his need burst to silent heat and seemed to stretch across the room, groping for her.

She tilted her head as though sensing his presence. He could almost feel her against him. His cock hardened. Her lips beckoned him. How he remembered their sweet taste. He would part their moistness and claim her mouth in one long kiss. She’d be his once more. Her lips pursed together in an expression he quickly recognized. She was angry, but struggling to keep it under control.

The faint night breeze rushed past her and breathed across the room carrying her sweet scent to him. He closed his eyes and groaned. He could almost taste her. The urge to rush over to her and gather her in his arms strained against his self-control. She belonged with him. He pushed his heels into the tile floor, willing himself to remain seated. She was his! He could take her right there in the diner. He didn’t care. He would spread her long silky legs apart and taste her, feel her writhe under his tongue teasing her clit. She belonged to him!

She glanced his way. Heat erupted inside him. Would she recognize him? He wanted her to come closer, but knew it would not matter. She’d not remember him. The words he’d practiced came rushing to his lips, but he clamped his mouth shut against the need to call out to her. He had fantasized a different reunion, one where she’d fall into his arms and he’d tell her everything. He could almost feel her excited tearful kisses showering his face. In his daydream, once he’d calmed her and answered her questions he’d make love to her again. It would be sweet release to bring her to the edge of climax just as he had so many times. […] She would cry out in shuddering pleasure, and he would join her as they came together. It would be just as it was before. It had to be!

Her gaze flashed across him. His heart pounded out a staccato beat. If only she would remember, then at long last she’d be his—again. Mael straightened in the booth with his stare steady, ready to face his biggest fear and when her stare dashed past him to the booth across the room. He knew his fantasy would remain a mere fantasy.

Jeanne McBen moved closer. She was so beautiful. His heartbeat drummed louder in his ears. He sought her gaze, but she didn’t even notice him. Instead, she brushed past him.

Hope collapsed with him back against the seat. He watched her walk over to the far end of the diner. Her jeans hugged the perfect curve of her hips—how well he remembered the feel of her curves. Her hair used to brush past her shoulders and down her back, but now it stopped slightly above her shoulders. His stare moved down the short-waisted jacket she’d no doubt grabbed at the last minute in her mad rush to get to the diner by midnight. She wove her way through the Fifties-style diner and stopped in front of a man crouched over his coffee mug.

Mael trained his attention on her mouth, focusing on hearing her words rise above the noisy diner.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she said to the man who snapped alert. Dressed in a fine wool suit, he unfolded his tall frame and stood from the booth while she slipped into the seat across from him. He was taller than Mael remembered, but just as lanky. He marveled at how predictable some things were. Even though she’d agreed to meet this traitor who’d become her fiercest enemy, she had chosen wisely. The diner was very public and always crowded.

The world faded from him, leaving only his beloved. How could she not recall their life together, or the love they had shared? He grasped the coffee mug, tightening his fingers around its smooth shape. All that was about to change. This night she would remember him. This night he would send his wife back in time to him. To when they met.

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Linda L Lattimer
July 30th, 2006, 02:08 PM
Hi Sally,
thanks so much for sharing that with us!! I really enjoyed it!