Against the Magic by Donna K Weaver
Reese Hamilton has big plans to help make the world a better place and a new job lined up to help her do it. Before starting work, she heads to England for a Regency immersive experience. She doesn’t expect her best friend to invite her heart-destroying brother to join them. Two years hasn’t been long enough for Reese to forget him. Then fae magic rips them back to 1850. It’s a time when women have few rights. It’s also a time when a determined woman could make a difference, with the right man at her side. Reese finds she will have to choose between two men and two times. Jem Taylor messed up big when he walked away from Reese to pursue his dream job. He hasn’t been able to forget her and jumps at his sister’s invitation. Suddenly hurtled into Victorian England, he has the chance to woo Reese again. But to do it, he’ll have to fight the magic that brought her to 1850 and an Earl with the means to keep her there.
"I don't usually like time travel novels but the humor, banter and the attraction kept me enthralled. A great love story with a little history lesson, a happy ending and a hook." ~K.B. "A magical read" ~ Jennifer Soppe
“And where might you be going, Miss Hamilton?” The Earl surveyed the items stacked behind her. “To your tenant village, my lord.” When his gaze darted to hers, she arched a brow, daring him to stop her. “My tenants are none of your business.” His voice had turned hard, unrelenting. “One visit there showed me they have been none of your business either,” she said sharply before remembering he could stop her efforts right now. “My lord.” The Earl shot her another of his hard glances. “I shall accompany you then.” He waved to the groom. “In the back.” When the young man had vacated the seat beside her, Gareth took his place. He snapped the whip and the horse surged forward. “I have not visited there in years.” “That was obvious,” Reese muttered. “Do you have someone handle the management of your estate for you?” “Yes.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “My man of business.” “You might want to consider hiring a new one then,” she said, “because I’m underwhelmed.” “Underwhelmed,” the Earl repeated. “I don’t believe I have heard that word before. Is it something you Americans invented?” “Yankee ingenuity,” she said. “Yankee arrogance, I would say.” “Americans don’t have a monopoly on arrogance.” Reese kept her face forward.
Author Donna K. Weaver
Award-winning author, wife, mother, grandmother, Harry Potter geek, Army veteran, karate black belt, and online gamer girl.
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