Reading Laura’s short stories set in the 1920s and published through The Wild Rose Press are what convinced me to submit Let’s Misbehave to that publisher, so I am in Laura’s debt. I also had the pleasure of winning a copy of her recent novel, Why My Love, so I can personally endorse this story. If you haven’t already read it, do!
Laura lives in Colorado and has various stories out with different publishers. They range from short stories to full-length novels. Most are romance. Laura likes to write historical, some sci-fi, and paranormal, especially time travel fiction. She is from a musical family, and grew up in an ancient haunted house. You can find out more about Laura at her blog: http://traveltheages.blogspot.com/. She is also on Facebook, Twitter and MySpace.
Today, Laura is sharing her latest book with us, a time travel romp (not quite) through Elizabethan England: Romeo vs. Juliet II: The Questrist, which is available direct through Eirelander Publishing and through Amazon and All Romance eBooks.
Born in Elizabethan England, Ambrose Radcliffe has spent centuries jumping from one time period to another by order of the Big Boss. His missions are often dangerous, and his wife, Josephine, is almost always in the middle of the disaster.
Josephine Radcliffe has decided history needs a change for the better. Her influence has completely eradicated Elizabethan England and reshaped the world as not only she knows it, but Ambrose too.
Their worlds are shattered. Life will never be the same because the Big Boss never allows for a ‘do over’.
Could this cause Romeo to leave his Juliet forever?
“You still love your husband,” Richard said.
“With all of my heart, I do.” Her heart and mind swelled with intense emotion for Ambrose.
Ambrose’s heart became pinched with the same feeling. “My beloved.”
“But you say he is no longer among us.”
“He does not reside here on this earth in this century.”
Richard blinked in confusion. “My lady?”
She sighed. “I’m a seer.”
“Richard, you will be betrayed. At Bosworth. Do not trust Lord Stanley. When Henry Tudor engages you in battle, those you believed to be your friends will be your downfall. I know you’re grieving the loss of your family, and you will leave the result of the battle for God to decide, but you will be reckless, and you will be killed.”
Richard gaped at her.
A new wave of cold fear washed over Josephine. To speak of a king’s death was treason and meant death.
She rushed out her next words. “I don’t want you to die. I believe you’re a good man who could do so much for your country. I’ll tell you all that God has ordained for me to know.”
“You…” Richard’s voice shook. “You’re a seer? You know these things to be true?”
He studied her face. “You tell me the truth, and you’re not crazy. There is no madness in your eyes. And your faith, Josephine?”
She reached into a small silk bag, which hung from her wrist and pulled out a crystal rosary. She squeezed the crucifix in her hand. “I am loyal to the Pope.”
Richard smiled and nodded.
Nauseous, Ambrose swallowed his dread.
“Only if you marry me and give me heirs,” Richard said.
Josephine gasped. Oh God, no. “But…”
“Unless you do not really care for me?”
“But I do.” As a human being. “You’re innocent. I know it,” she said to Richard.
“Then prove it,” he responded.
I have no bloody choice but to make him believe it’s so. I’ll find a way to escape before the wedding ceremony….her thoughts whirled.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” When pigs fly.
Richard squeezed her.
“Shut the bloody thing off,” Ambrose said and spun around.
Belinda pointed her finger to the screen, and it became smoky gray. Ambrose glanced down. Small changes occurred in his Elizabethan attire. His doublet grew two inches longer and became a shade darker. His hose became less poofy, and his shoes less, well, fashionable in his opinion, with no heel at all, and overall they were more conservative, but oddly, far richer in materials. He now wore silk and velvet, though as a commoner he would not have been allowed to walk around Elizabethan England in such, and this confused him.
“My clothes! She succeeded…” he dropped off, the breath leaving his body.
Elizabethan England was gone.
“Yes, the bubble protects time-traveling humans and animals, but clothes and objects change according to the new time-line.”
Anger for his wife sizzled in his heart.