Troianne (Time Travel Society Series)
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Crystal Miles Gauthier
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He said all the right things…
Then left her alone.

Troianne Shelden is your everyday, intelligent student. With a love for history and stunning figure, she’s a catch for any guy. But after a night of passion with a handsome stranger, introduced to her by their mutual friends, she finds herself pregnant with nowhere to turn for advice.

Her parents passed away long ago and, soon after Troianne finds out she’s pregnant, her grandmother passes, too. Left with a large inheritance, she looks forward to life with her new baby.

Fate takes the wheel when she goes into labor. On her way to the hospital, she passes out from intense pain and wakes up in a very different place…

The next thing she knows, she’s hearing carriage wheels and voice shouting for help. Lightning illuminates the inside of what was, only moments before, the back of a taxi cab. When the door opens, she’s greeted by a handsome man dressed like he stepped out of the past.

In shock, she realizes that she’s somehow traveled back in time–
…and she has no idea how to return.

EXCERPT
Reaching the blue room, Duncan noticed his mother had turned down the bedding on the big four poster bed. With a nod in her direction he approached the bed and gently laid Troianne on the soft down mattress.
She looked around at the room. It was filled with nineteenth century furniture, and the big white four poster bed took up most of the space in the room. Strange, she thinks to herself, this bed is just like the one I slept in on the farm. Pale blue draperies adorned the windows, while matching linens were fitted to the bed. Troianne wondered again, how in the heck she got here. She saw a large white wardrobe painted with delicate blue flowers and next to it in a corner was a dressing screen painted with the same pale flowers.
In the opposite corner stood a basin and mirrored dressing table. On the far wall there was a large ornate white fireplace with a roaring fire warming the once cold room. The mantle held a white Ormolu clock with pale pink and blue flowers surrounding the face. On either side of the bed were night stands that held candle lamps made of brass.
Amazing, this place is right out of one of my Nineteenth Century Historical text books.
Watching the doctor, she felt so uncomfortable having such a handsome man down between her legs. How embarrassing. In any other situation she would have made him buy her dinner first. She laughed to herself. This guy is a beefcake. Tall, lean muscles, with the most luxurious eyelashes she had ever seen on a man.

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