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Sandra Landry captured her readers' hearts with her award-winning novel A Perfect Love, "a

perfect jewel of a book" (Rexanne Becnel). Now, she returns with a tale of love so powerful, it

spans the centuries...

Mourning the breakup of her marriage, Isabel retreats to the serene English countryside to find some

measure of peace and healing. There she stumbles upon an ancient pewter chalice—and is thrust

centuries back in time into the body of another woman. Suddenly she is married to a total stranger—a

fierce warrior who looks at his "wife" with undeniable yearning in his eyes...

Hunter had finally achieved his long-desired goal when the king gifted him with Windermere castle—and

the hand of its beautiful lady, D?tra. But his dream tasted like ashes, for although he was now her lord

and husband, D?tra despised him and vowed never to love him. But suddenly, D?tra seems to have

undergone a swift and bewildering change. She claims to have no memory of him, of the circumstances of

their marriage and her hatred for him, and forgets even her own name. Now, Hunter has a second

chance—to woo his lady wife with kisses, and seduce her with pleasure until nothing or no one can keep

him from his heart's desire—no one, perhaps, but Isabel...

******************

D?tra grinned at him. She had never grinned at him before. A stunned Hunter rose to his feel and moved

to stand before his lady. The uncertain way she looked at him and around herself corroborated her

claimed confusion. He looked into her eyes, eyes oddly bereft of scorn for him. Mayhap the chalice had

granted his heart wish, after all. A second chance to begin anew with his lady wife.

He reached for the chalice when she lay a hand on his arm.

"I do not even recall your name." she whispered.

Her touch bored holes through his garment, searing his skin and unleashing his desire. He fought against

the urge to pull her flush to his body and kiss her lips in full for the first time. And Lord help him! He

wanted her to kiss him back as badly. Wanted it with such force he could almost taste her from where he

stood.

With the possibility that she could finally fulfill his heart wish, his desire for her flourished, becoming

fiercer.

He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Hunter is my name."

For editorial purposes, if you encounter the word "hi" and the sentence doesn't make sense, replace it with " in"

For example, "it was hi the drawer" should read "it was in the drawer"

Also, if you encounter "di" in any part of a word and the sentence and word make no sense, replace it with "th"

For example, "diere were people diat dien went" should read "there were people that then went"

Other possible replacements are "I" for "7" or "1" or "!" or "/" For example "1 am going to the store" should read "I am

going to the store"

Other possible replacements are "m" for "th" For example "that should be" for "mat should be"

Sometimes, you may see the word "trie" which should be replaced by "the" For example "trie book" should read "the

book"

Sometimes, you'll see a capital U for double ll's For example "she'U go next time" should read "she'll go next time"

Sometimes, you'll see an "m" all by itself which should read as "in" For example "it was m the store" should

read "it was in the store

Sometimes, you'll see the word "tune" when it should read "time" For example: "it was the right tune to see

him" should read "it was the right time to see him"

I also notice many words ending in tl are being replaced by d. e.g. silendy, gende, impatiendy, gendy,

shordy, discreedy, flady and others should be silently, gently, impatiently, gently, shortly, discreetly, flatly,

etc.

Also, certain other words with tl are being replaced by de e.g. setde, batde should be settle, battle

In addition, you may sometimes see Vm or Fm which should be I'm OR

Vll Fll which should be I'll OR

Vve Fve which should be I've

POSSIBLE ERROR: "Til should read as I'll

Some words have WT instead of Wh-->>>WTiite, WTien should read as White, When

POSSIBLE ERROR: "\bu should be "You

POSSIBLE ERROR: at the end of paragraphs or sentences, if the last word has a 1 at the

end, then e.g. That is it1 should read That is it!

Unfortunately, it's impossible for me to go through every sentence, so I'll leave it for you to figure out if you run in to

them.

P.S. If you think you're missing pages or there are really bad errors, send me a DETAILED message and I'll look them

up and get back to you and correct the ebook before i put it back up for sharing. Thanx for your patience and your

helpfulness.

A Berkley Sensation Book

Cumbria, England

Present Day

The cry of a newborn baby dragged Isabel froma deep sleep. Disoriented, she sat up in bed and pushed

a strand of hair away from her face. Heart tumbling, she listened for the sound to repeat. It didn't. Alter a

moment she realized she'd been dreaming. Again. A dream that reoccurred with haunting frequency since

that day, a year ago, when she'd lost her baby to a miscarriage.

Isabel fought the longing filling her heart. Not only had she lost her baby but she'd also learned she

would never he a mother.

Maybe it was for the best. Her marriage had fallen apart soon after that, and with her lifestyle there

was no place in her life for a baby anyway. Of course, her parents would have disagreed with her. Th

ey’d had no qualms about dragging Isabel with them all over the world. Not that she resented them for

that. Being exposed to different cultures and customs had made her life incredibly rich.

And yet, at times, she had felt quite lonely.

Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, Isabel pushed the old sadness aside. It was dark in the room,

and as she reached for the lamp, her hand struck the bedpost. Rubbing her stung fingers, she tried to

remember where she was—not an easy feat considering she'd been on the road for the past year.

A citizen of two countries, a resident of many more, Isabel had always lived a nomadic life. When her

father died, three years ago, her mother had insisted they move from Europe to her native America,

maybe in the hopes of recapturing the joy of life that had died with her husband. But after a year of

roaming the country aimlessly, Isabel's mother had also died, leaving her alone at the age of twenty-three.

An ill-advised marriage, a miscarriage, and a divorce later, Isabel had left America behind and

returned to Europe. At twenty-five, she was a woman with no ties, no family, and no place to call her

own, and she liked it that way. She sold her drawings and paintings at art fairs in various European cities,

moving on to a new place once boredom set in, which happened quite often. Thankfully, she was

financially solvent and could afford to live as she pleased.

With her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness of the room, Isabel stepped out of bed. Her bare feet

touched a soft rug as she fumbled her way to the bedside lamp. The soft light revealed heavy mahogany

furniture that spoke of old times, English proper, and well-lived life.

Her late grandmother's English cottage!

A new sense of loss filled Isabel. She hadn't known her grandmother well; in fact, she had visited her

only a few times. Yet the thought of her grandmother as a safe harbor, a possible anchor to her rootless

life, had been a comfort Isabel hadn't realized how much she'd cherished

until it was lost forever. With her grandmother's death, she was now officially alone, the last of her family.

Chasing the sadness away, Isabel sought the antique wardrobe in one corner of the room. From its

perfumed drawers she lifted a T-shirt and a pair of panties. She quickly donned them, covering her naked

body before she glided over smooth, hard wooden floors to the bedroom door. Stepping into a softly

illuminated corridor, she found her way to the staircase and down into the foyer. She halted for a

moment, familiarizing herself with her surroundings, since she'd arrived only the day before, then strolled

to the back of the house where the kitchen was located. Once there, she flipped on the light switch and

crossed the cold stone floors to peek through the window into the small garden on the back of the house.

A new day was dawning amid dark clouds.

On the kitchen counter she found everything she needed to make tea—thanks, no doubt, to her

grandmother's housekeeper, whom, it seemed, Isabel had also inherited along with this cozy cottage. As

she waited for the water to boil, memories of her father flooded her mind. He had stubbornly clung to the

traditional English way of preparing tea—no microwave-boiled water and, God forbid, no tea bags for hi

m—even though he'd always been ready to learn and adapt to new customs wherever they lived.

Often Isabel wondered about his reasons. Had he been trying to hang on to his English heritage? Or

was it a deeper feeling of home, even if home lived only in his memory and heart?

Would she ever know what home was?

******************

AN HOUR LATER, ISABEL IGNORED THE PROMISE OF RAIN in the heavily clouded day, slung

her backpack over her

shoulders, and left her cottage. The weak morning sun dared occasional peeks from behind gray clouds

in a teasing childhood game of peekaboo as Isabel ambled down the old cobblestone streets.

Even from a distance she could see St. Mary's sandstone spire. As she approached it, its graveyard,

where her grandmother was buried, became visible. Stone tombs, shrouded in mist in the overcast day,

spread out like a barren crop in front of the neo-Gothic church. Cautiously, Isabel meandered between

the ancient and undisturbed tombs, looking for her grandmother's grave. The stones' inscriptions of the

Herbert family, dating back to the 1800s—her grandmother's being the most recent—came into sight.

These unknown names were all relatives of her father, Isabel realized. Her relatives.

Maybe her father should've been interred here, she thought. And yet his wishes had been to be

cremated and to have his ashes spread on the Thames. Likewise, her mother's ashes now belonged to

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