We just got the official release date of July 31, 2009 for the Civil War anthology, Northern Roses and Southern Belles. This is really exciting as we all worked so hard on our Civil War romance stories and love every one of them.
Here's the blurb and excerpt for mine called Angel of My Dreams.
When Civil War reenactor, Kyle Dalton, keeps seeing a beautiful woman on the battlefield tending to soldiers, he thinks she's another reenactor. But when she disappears into thin air, he starts to believe he's seen a ghost. Did he have a past life with this woman?
Exceprt:
"Where am I?"
"Shh." She placed a finger on his lips. The scent of lavender invaded his senses.
He frowned when he realized he was lying on a cot wearing his reenactor clothing. Had he dreamed he’d come home?
"The doctor says you'll be fine. He dug out the bullet and stitched up your leg."
"My leg?" Kyle reached down. His pant's leg had been cut apart at the seam. Heavy bandages wrapped around his thigh.
"This doesn't make any sense. I twisted my ankle. It's fine now."
She took his hand and stroked his forehead. Her touch sent warmth and desire through his body.
"I have to know..." He swallowed. "...your name."
She smiled. "You haven't forgotten me already?"
"I...you never told me."
"Of course I did."
She leaned away.
He held tightly to her hand, fearing she'd leave again.
"Don't go." Her hand dissolved. He couldn't hold her.
For more on the anthology, visit my website: http://susanmacatee.com/americancivilwaranthology.html
Here's the blurb and excerpt for mine called Angel of My Dreams.
When Civil War reenactor, Kyle Dalton, keeps seeing a beautiful woman on the battlefield tending to soldiers, he thinks she's another reenactor. But when she disappears into thin air, he starts to believe he's seen a ghost. Did he have a past life with this woman?
Exceprt:
"Where am I?"
"Shh." She placed a finger on his lips. The scent of lavender invaded his senses.
He frowned when he realized he was lying on a cot wearing his reenactor clothing. Had he dreamed he’d come home?
"The doctor says you'll be fine. He dug out the bullet and stitched up your leg."
"My leg?" Kyle reached down. His pant's leg had been cut apart at the seam. Heavy bandages wrapped around his thigh.
"This doesn't make any sense. I twisted my ankle. It's fine now."
She took his hand and stroked his forehead. Her touch sent warmth and desire through his body.
"I have to know..." He swallowed. "...your name."
She smiled. "You haven't forgotten me already?"
"I...you never told me."
"Of course I did."
She leaned away.
He held tightly to her hand, fearing she'd leave again.
"Don't go." Her hand dissolved. He couldn't hold her.
For more on the anthology, visit my website: http://susanmacatee.com/americancivilwaranthology.html
