Return In Time – with me if you will.

I was over at Ariella Moon’s blog and saw –  the most intriguing and brilliantly written classified ad ever!

Safety Not Guaranteed

“WANTED: Someone to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. You’ll get paid when we get back. Must bring your own weapons. Safety not guaranteed. I have only done this once before.”

I have to agree. What fricking great writing. “You’ll get paid when we get back.”  Yeah, really, like how much. What’s the going rate for time-travel companions? Couldn’t that also read; IF we get back?  And what about  the idea that you have to bring your own weapons, but oh, by the way, Safety not guaranteed. If this isn’t a call for a macho, kick-ass, special ops kind of guy, I don’t know what is. Hey, forget the paycheck, baby, I’m here for the adventure. And it’s so reassuring to know the potential employer has done this only once before. Well, at least we know they’re still here to tell the tale and are interested in trying it again.

Okay, so I don’t have a special ops guy to offer up for the job, but allow me to take a moment to introduce my time-traveling friend, Teressa Ellers, an accomplished Relationship Coach.

After finishing her master’s in family counseling, Teressa accepts a primo job as a Relationship Coach at her local university counseling center to help struggling college students maneuver the emotional landscape of romantic relationships. Thankfully, this is before state wide budget cuts forces her out into private practice where the really big bucks are.

Her career path is on track but her personal life has taken a couple of hard hits. Isn’t this always the way? In the past year her father has passed away and she’s dumped her ‘so-called’ boyfriend. He didn’t do family and that was a big ole deal breaker for her.

Now she’s taking a rather whimsical retreat from her life in the hopes of getting away from it all and finding some real adventure on the remote Isle of Skye in Scotland, because Scotland is full of hotties and she’s heard Skye is a magical island full of myth and legends. Did I mention the hot warrior Scottish dudes? Ok, good.

Soon after arriving on Skye she’s swept back to the 13th century by a powerful fairy named Moezell. Yeah, I’m pretty sure any fairy that can sweep a person back in time is pretty darn powerful. Enough said.

This fairy and her half-human/half-fey cousin are in need of a match-maker to secure the happily ever after union between Duncan, the chief of the MacNicol clan, and Janet MacDonald, daughter of his sworn enemy. Ok,  maybe not sworn enemy, but not a good friend either. Let’s just say there’s some ‘bad history’ between them and Teressa has her work cut out for her. Teressa, of course, takes the job. It’s the only way she can be assured of being sent back to her own time, and brother (or sister) let me tell you, this little lady has every intention of going back home. Hot dudes are no replacement for hot showers and toilet paper.

But, wouldn’t you know it, she faces a little kink in her plans. Duncan’s younger brother, Rory, has the hots for Teressa and he’s determined to discover if she’s “a mystery to unravel or a woman to be loved.” (his words, not mine! Okay, maybe they are mine.) He’s smitten with this slightly strange woman and is determined to woo her, believing she is the woman of his dreams. (wet dreams, I’m sure, but it’s all good.)

To learn more, find Return In Time at any of the major on-line booksellers – and tell them Rory sent you. He’s a babe.

Enjoy always, T

Deleted Scenes

You know how movie DVDs sometimes add Deleted Scenes as a bonus feature? Well, I was going through some of my older files and I found this deleted scene from Return In Time. It’s just a little glimpse into my favorite fairy, Moezell.  And I thought it would be nice to share it with you. Hope you enjoy. . .  Always, T

Unseen, Moezell stood there bedazzled, watching Rory’s display of raging grief over the disappearance of Teressa. Such a display of powerful emotion was a wonder to observe. It was impressive, this range of emotions humans were able to experience. To a fairy that could only watch and envy their ability, the depth of Rory’s pain was wondrous. She could readily appreciate his fitful state of mind and she was touched by his magnificent vulnerability.  It was easy to understand why so many of the spirit folk had chosen to incarnate into the human world. The experience was amazing, so far removed from the eternal feeling of well-being existing in their world. Granted, there were many painful experiences to encounter in the physical world, but these humans had the one gift the fairies truly envied, the ability to feel both the pleasure and pain of love for one another.

There was very little she could do to help him through his suffering, but she could offer him comfort and hope. And of the two, hope was the greatest gift she could provide. The rest would be up to the soul of Roderick MacNicol to achieve. Moezell stepped through the veil of the unseen and revealed herself to Rory.

Creating Romance

I’m very pleased to announce that I’ll be speaking at Unity of Walnut Creek on June 20 at their WOW – Women Of Wonder – gathering.  I’ll be speaking about Creating Romance (see below) and sharing my newly released book, Somewhere to Belong. There will be freebies and I’ll have books to give away.  Another exciting perk of this event is that it’s on the Summer Solstice, which is a prominent  date in my time-travel romance books, Return In Time and Somewhere To Belong.

Creating Romance:  Tricia will present some fun steps that take a new look at romance; what it is and how you can create more romance in your life. Through the use of visualization and story plotting you’ll gain insightful awareness of how to create your romantic life. Come prepared to write a new chapter in your love life and to HAVE FUN.

If you’re in the neighborhood, drop by and say hi. I’d love to see you there.

Enjoy always, T

A chance meeting.

The following is a scene from Return In Time…. A chance meeting.

Teressa stood in front of the counter admiring her new scarf as she waited for Zoey to brew a fresh pot of coffee. She was running her fingers through the colorful threads of the fringe when she heard a group of men entering the shop. From the looks of them in their rubberized boots and heavy all-weather work jackets she guessed them to be local fishermen. When they got closer, their collective odor confirmed it. She waved her hand in front of her nose.

One of the fishermen, the tallest of the bunch, was busy trying to get the counter girl’s attention, calling out to her by name. “Hey Zoey, make ‘em hot and black, like always,” he shouted over the din of his buddies.

Not wanting to lose her place at the front of the line, Teressa took a couple of steps toward the serving counter. Apparently the fisherman wanted to defy the laws of physics by attempting to occupy the same space as her, causing them to collide as they each stepped forward.

Teressa stared up at the man, he was easily over six feet tall. “Excuse me!’ she said, setting her hands on her hips, her tone harsh. She didn’t like being challenged for her place in line.

The large brute stared back at her, as if she was an apparition who had just appeared from nowhere.

“Excuse me,” she tried again, moving to step around him. Unlike the others, he smelled of salt water and ocean breezes.

“What?” he asked, blinking.

“Where I come from people are polite enough to say ‘excuse me’ when they’re rude enough to cut in line.” She stood her ground even though she had to tilt her head to look him in the eye.

“Excuse me, miss. I didn’t see you standing there.” Spreading his arms wide, he bowed and stepped aside. He was still staring at her, but now he had a grin spreading from ear to ear.

Love at First Sight, Not!

Sometimes it’s love at first sight. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s just intriguing.

The following is an excerpt from Return In Time. It’s just a fun little meeting between strangers…..

Teressa stood in front of the counter admiring her new scarf as she waited for Zoey to brew a fresh pot of
coffee. She was running her fingers through the colorful threads of the fringe when she heard a group of men entering the shop. From the looks of them in their rubberized boots and heavy all-weather work jackets she guessed them to be local fishermen. When they got closer, their collective odor confirmed it. She waved her hand in front of her nose.

One of the fishermen, the tallest of the bunch, was busy trying to get the counter girl’s attention, calling out to her by name. “Hey Zoey, make ‘em hot and black, like always,” he shouted over the din of his buddies.

Not wanting to lose her place at the front of the line, Teressa took a couple of steps toward the serving counter. Apparently the fisherman wanted to defy the laws of physics by attempting to occupy the same space as her, causing them to collide as they
each stepped forward.

Teressa stared up at the man, he was easily over six feet tall. “Excuse me!’ she said, setting her hands on her
hips, her tone harsh. She didn’t like being challenged for her place in line.

The large brute stared back at her, as if she was an apparition who had just appeared from nowhere.

“Excuse me,” she tried again, moving to step around him. Unlike the others, he smelled of salt water and ocean breezes.

“What?” he asked, blinking.

“Where I come from people are polite enough to say ‘excuse me’ when they’re rude enough to cut in line.” She stood her ground even though she had to tilt her head to look him in the eye.

“Excuse me, miss. I didn’t see you standing there.” Spreading his arms wide, he bowed and stepped aside. He was still staring at her, but now he had a grin spreading from ear to ear.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.” She was trying to not crack a smile, but his grin was devilishly infectious. She dropped her arms to her side, relaxing her stance. He continued to hold her gaze with his dark green eyes. They were kind and he had a ready smile. Maybe she had judged him too harshly.

“I see you’ve picked up a wee bit of our local color,” he said to her. His deep Scottish brogue was soothing to her ears.

It was her turn to stare blankly.

His fingers reached out to touch the fringe of her newly purchased scarf. “A right fine choice.”

“Here Robert. Take your coffee and get out of her way.” Zoey set a tall steaming cup of black coffee on the counter.”

“We’ve got a table over here,” one of his buddies called out to him.

He picked up his coffee and raised the cup to her in a parting salute. “Have a nice day, lass.” Still grinning, he
turned away to join his friends.

Wonder where that will lead…

Enjoy always, T