Thyme: The Blooming Collection
By Louisa Trent
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With a temper to match her flaming hair, an argumentative streak a mile wide, and a curvy, full-figured shape, Regina is a slammin' sexpot.
A lot of good it does her with men. Her 36-Ds intimidate nice guys and draw creeps out of the woodwork. Frustrated and hurting after a recent breakup with her apathetic boyfriend, she decides to shake up her boring life by vacationing solo in Europe. First Stop: the Tower of London.
Minding her own damn business, doing the usual sightseeing routine at the tourist trap, she's stalked, then captured by some twisted weirdo who actually thinks he's a medieval warrior from Norman times. After introducing himself as Lord Raven, he drags her off to someplace called his "keep's solar". Then, he starts talking trash, something about making her his mate.
WHAT???!!!
Just her friggin' luck, the kinky abduction scenario really does it for her, and she falls for him hard. Until--he starts spouting a whole lot of crap about Time Travel.
Gawd. Why her? As soon as she unlocks her lips from his, she's so outta there...
Well, maybe...
Louisa Trent
Louisa Trent has been published in ebook format since 2001. Her erotic romances have been with Ellora's Cave, Liquid Silver, Loose Id and Samhain. Refusing to be "branded" ( Louisa has a rebellious streak ) she writes across the genres -- contemporary, historical, paranormal, multi-cultural, and sci-fi. Basically, she writes whatever piques her interest, and she is a writer of many passionate interests. Readers can reach Louisa through her website: www.louisatrent.com .
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Thyme - Louisa Trent
Prologue
Spring, the year 1078
Bertran de Rely slid onto his haunches. Damnation! Will those interminable squawks never cease?
Do as I do, my lord, and pay the birds no heed.
Bertran shook his head at his swordsman. Would that he could disregard the raucous pests as easily as Girout! Even now, completely oblivious to the birds’ carping, his vassal thrust between the ruby lips of the strumpet they shared. Alas, keeping his attention on the matter at hand proved impossible for Bertran. Try as he might, his mind strayed from the task before him.
And rutting had become that – a task, no more meaningful than any other duty he performed.
Such was not always the case. Between sieges of warfare in France, his man-at-arms and he had often gone a-wenching together. Ménage a trois had been enjoyable then.
No more. Not since the Battle of Hastings here in England. Now he avoided coupling altogether.
A fact duly noted by the vassals under Bertan’s command. The troop had begun to speculate about their leader’s sudden abstinence, none of the tales complimentary.
To put the rumors to rest, Bertran had arranged for a threesome tonight in the military barracks, within earshot of his troops. But he could not grow aroused. Despite everything the whore tried, his cock remained lamentably limp.
I request your pardon,
he apologized to the Saxon female who reclined naked on her back in the middle of the barrack’s cot. The quorks and wing thrashings of the resident ravens disturb my concentration.
The birds were harbingers of death, and he’d had a bellyful of that at Hastings.
To muffle the discordant noise, Bertran blocked his ears with his palms. Too late. The trembling had already commenced. Sweat sluiced down his body in clammy streams. Fear knotted his belly and his heart shuddered, a beat missing here and there, as he gasped for air.
Bloody ravens! The birds triggered these mindless episodes of terror.
In an attempt to hide his odd malady from the whore and his swordsman, Bertan jumped from the bed. Continue without me whilst I persuade the ravens to seek shelter elsewhere.
Fully garbed, his weaponry sheathed but within easy reach at his side, he left for the northeastern turret where the pair of noisy ravens nested.
And there ’twas, the loathsome bird lair, built of sticks and twigs, and lined inside with grass. Within, a clutch of seven eggs waited to hatch.
Not here, by Christ!
Second thoughts besieged him. Rather than fling the brood over the side, which had been his intent, mayhap he could relocate the expectant family outside the Tower’s gates, somewhere beyond his sight and hearing. To a tall oak tree perchance or a mighty timber beam left standing at the old motte and bailey.
As he lifted the nest, a raspy voice croaked, Dare not harm my pets!
Before Bertran could pull his blade, a craggy-faced wysard appeared. The Saxon Wise One held his hands skyward. He who tampers with my ravens pays the ultimate price.
As a Christian, Bertran believed in neither sorcerers nor any other practitioners of magic, but when a lightning bolt lit up the dark sky, he quickly revised his opinion.
He faced the old man down. You unjustly accuse me. I meant no harm to the birds. I thought only to convince them to leave by moving their nest. Their noisy presence plays havoc with my –
Rutting,
the wysard supplied.
Aye, there is that,
Bertran admitted. There was more to it, though. So much more. But a warlord never explains himself to underlings.
The Wise One lowered his arms. As ignorance motivated your behavior, not malevolence, you will learn of ravens’ habits by living as they do. So long as you and my pets remain within the Tower’s stone walls, your new Norman England will prosper. If either my ravens or you leave these walls for even a wink, this land and its present and future kings will perish.
William had naught do with any of this. Be there a transgression committed, I alone should pay the penalty.
And so you will. But take heart. Your punishment is not without compensation. Whenever you feel the need, you may go a-roaming.
You speak in contradictions, Wise One. Your curse denies me the ability to travel.
Each spring, during the raven’s mating season, you may go to whatever time period you will – so long as you remain within the confines of these tower’s walls. But should you not return to this year before summer begins, you must stay put for the following twelvemonth.
Travel in time but not location? What you describe is…is…the handiwork of the devil. Blasphemy. At the very least, ’tis impossible.
The wysard banged his staff on the stone walkway. "So have I spoken, and so ’twill be.
Chapter One
Regina Perry slid a glance to the side.
The same guy who’d dogged her footsteps since she’d entered the Tower of London still followed her, lagging a few paces behind, a menacing blip on her peripheral vision.
Ratcheting up the speed, she crossed the grassed-over moat into the sprawling fortress. Once she was inside, maybe she’d lose herself in the tourist mob.
But no. Upping his game, the persistent creep lengthened his stride, closing the distance between them.
He weirded her out. Not that he’d hit on her and then refused to take no for an answer. He hadn’t done anything like that.
So what?
She didn’t need to see a stalker tat inked on his bicep to know he’d singled her out from this camera-toting crowd to harass. But why? Why target her?
She hadn’t done anything to ask for it. Other women were here alone, not just her. Furthermore, her white sundress was loose enough to disguise her full figure, the old-fashioned voluptuous kind not appreciated as much now as in prior times, especially not by a certain ex-boyfriend. As far as she could tell, she gave off no CFM vibes. To prevent jiggles, she’d even hooked herself into a bra, though her outfit was specifically designed for its wearer to go without. So unless the creep had a fetish for bare feet in sandals, she’d done nothing outrageous to attract his attention. Yet every time she sneaked a peak over her shoulder, she found him staring back at her from the depths of his ratty sweatshirt.
Um. About that. England had broken heat records this late June, yet a hoodie totally covered his head and shadowed his face.
Never trust a man who deliberately hid his eyes. Behind dark sunglasses. Beneath a cap’s brim.
Under a hooded sweatshirt.
Always thinking she knew better, she never listened to old sayings like that one. And so when her friends and family had dragged out one blistering saying after another about her former boyfriend, she hadn’t listened. She’d supported him. Isn’t that what you did when you loved someone – blocked out all the bad and concentrated on the good, stayed loyal through thick and thin?
She wished now she had listened to their well-meaning advice.
Eyes really were the windows to the soul.
This soulless creep was ogling her, not for the sport of it, not like construction hardhats routinely did. He looked at her as though he intended to eat her alive.
No way was she overreacting. This was not a case of woman-traveling-alone-paranoia kicking in. Her radar had gone to full alert. Something was not right here…
Frig it. Screw justification. She had a feeling about him. Not exactly a bad feeling, just a feeling. And that was enough. Her instincts were always spot on.
Then again, if her instincts were so accurate, why had she just wasted the last five years of her life on a man who didn’t reciprocate her love?
Do not go there, Regina. Not here. Not now.
To beat down her rising panic, she took a deep breath, tried to collect as many details as possible for a police lineup later. She watched TV crime shows. Proper identification of the perp was everything in an ongoing investigation.
Though counterintuitive, she deliberately let