Leah Moyes is from the sunny state of Arizona. She is a wife and a mother, a former teacher, and a coach with a background in Archaeology. She loves popcorn and seafood (though not together) and is slowly checking off her very long bucket list.
Desperate to hide, Kat flees. Now, trapped in time, her survival and return are threatened by her tortured heart.
Ensnared by hopelessness and grief, twenty-four-year-old Kat Shelton accepts a position as the curator of an old English estate with the sole purpose of running away from her memories and to bury life’s pain.
What she finds on her journey is much more than she bargained for—an arrogant employer, patronizing staff, and a chaotic system to name a few. Then to top it all off, an unforeseen tumble down the antiquated cellar steps brings her to a sudden halt.
Waking up in the year 1878, and mistaken for the children’s new governess, Kat scrambles to navigate nineteenth-century British lifestyle and culture. An impossible feat if it weren’t for the help of the Gilford girls and their charming and handsome brother, Merritt.
Will Kat find the strength, love and forgiveness she yearns for in the past? Or will her path bring her back to the reality she fears?
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“Your turn is over.” Merritt pointed out candidly. “My turn.”
“But, now that you’re older Merritt, you can fix it!”
He completely ignored me. “Truth or dare, Miss Shelton?”
Steamed, I was not about to share my most painful memory now. “Dare!” I cried.
His expression was priceless. “Now, what does that mean exactly?” His mouth twisted innocently.
I laughed aloud. “You dare me to do something crazy, impractical, or what you might consider uncouth.”
“I cannot comply.”
“You agreed! Remember!”
“Yes, but I thought you would choose to divulge an indiscretion like me, not engage in an illogical act.”
“I chose dare, so let’s have it, Mister.”
“All right, let me think.” He pushed forward on the oars, and the boat glided once again. It seemed to help in his devilish plan. “Does it have to happen promptly, or can it be deferred to a later hour?” His question preceded a sly grin. I knew he was up to something but felt sorry I put him on the spot with his truth.
“Since you shared a deep dark secret . . .” I smiled. “I will let you choose the time and place of my dare, but it has to be today.” I felt overly confident. I knew Merritt advocated the duty of a gentleman and would ask nothing too risky of me, so I felt somewhat victorious.
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