Dawn: Good Girls book six

Posted: April 21, 2024/By: achristay@aol.com

Dawn: Good Girls Book Six

Dawn Callahan’s dream of freedom and a life of independence is shattered when she somehow steps through a portal into a different century.

Title: Dawn

Good Girls Book Six

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Romance

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Dawn Callahan’s dream of freedom and a life of independence is shattered. After she realizes she somehow stepped through a portal into a different century all she has left to fight for is her sanity along with a way to return to the time of her birth. To do that she has to give up her autonomy. With no money to her name or a roof over her head, she needs Gordan Murray’s help. In return she refuses to give him what he wants the most. Answers to his questions.

On first sight, Gordan means to take her into his home. Intends to give her everything she wants. When she refuses his sincere offers, he withdraws into himself searching for a means to convince her he has only good intentions toward her.

On that sunny day in July when Dawn tumbles from a whorehouse to land on her delectable little butt, a woman was the last thing in the world he was looking for. He has a fine life. Finds willing women with a smile coupled with a nod.

Love has a way of changing the rules.

EXCERPT

The door in front of her opened. While her arms and legs whirled in a feeble attempt to keep her balance, she was propelled through the air. She made a hasty grab for the cast-iron railing.

Missed by the width of fingertips.

She tumbled down the steps on her rear-end to land on her backside on the bricks in front of the building. “Oh!” she yelped, mortified. Dawn had to close her eyes while the pain shot up her spine. She breathed deeply, in then out. Didn’t think anything was broken.

“That was quite the exit,” a low husky voice from somewhere above her made the ludicrous comment. “Do you always make it a habit to get thrown out of establishments such as this one?” He nodded toward the building. “Seems that more in line for a male who’s been misbehaving. You’re quite the contradiction.”

The man, whoever he was, grabbed her beneath her arms then heaved her to her feet. This hauling her to her feet was getting monotonous. To gain her balance she clutched his shoulders. He was dressed…in the strangest way. Dawn blinked a few times to adjust both to the brilliant sunlight as well as to the man. He was tall, very tall. His smile sort of a half-smile charmed her. The lips she stared at were sensuous. Wide. Kissable came to mind. His brown eyes twinkled with gold highlights. She heaved in a huge gulp of air that lodged in her throat then wouldn’t let go.

To gain her bearings, she had to look away. Dawn heard of this kind of sensation when faced with a man who could steel a woman’s heart without lifting a finger. She wasn’t going to be that woman who fell for the ploy. Before she made a fool of herself, she had to shift her gaze somewhere else. When she looked to the streets, carriages of all shapes and sizes trundled by. Her breath caught in her throat again. Shocked. Confused. She looked back to the tall stranger still holding her arms. Her hands on his chest. As if burned, she dropped them to her sides.

“Who are you?” The voice she heard didn’t sound like hers. Her words warbled out in a strange way. She needed to shake her head to clear the crazy thoughts darting through her muddled brain. Impossible thoughts. Humorous when she decided reality was the best way. Dawn didn’t think she was where she was supposed to be. She wasn’t about to ask what the date was. She either wandered onto a Hollywood set or she wasn’t in the twenty-first century any longer. There were no Hollywood sets in Glasgow. Was she in Glasgow? She didn’t believe there were. Anything was possible. Time travel wasn’t possible. It was fiction. A fantasy. This must be a dream. It had to be. She would wake up and everything would be as it should be. Before giving the man a chance to answer, she blurted, “Pinch me.”

“What?” he asked, looking befuddled by her statement. His hands were still wrapped around her upper arms. “Did I hear right? Don’t hurt women.”

Needing to redouble her efforts, she spoke with a clearer voice. “Pinch me,” Dawn said again realizing by the look in his eyes he wasn’t going to do her bidding. “Ah, hell!” She pinched herself. Felt the sharp pain. Damn, she wasn’t dreaming. Was wide awake and looking at carriages pulled by horses. Gaping at the most handsome man she’d seen in her entire life. He was eye candy. He was that good looking. Tall…dark…handsome. More than handsome or eye candy, he was fascinating.

KEYWORDS

Scotland, Glasgow, Romance, Historical, Time travel

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