Savage Winds
Savage Winds
Book One
Michelle C Reilly
Genre: Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: February 28, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1938-4
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1937-7
ASIN: B079HLPV9F
Number of pages: 426
Word Count: 109,365
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: War, Pirates, Nor The Savage Winds of Time Will Keep Them Apart
Book Description:
Ana Salvatore, a marine biologist, wants nothing more than to have an independent life free of her mobster family. While on an excursion in the Bermuda Triangle with her uncle, his boat explodes, and she wakes to find herself in the arms of gorgeous Captain Jacen Stirling on an ancient ship. It's like a fairytale, until he tells her the year is 1814.
Jacen is on a secret mission for General Andrew Jackson to infiltrate the infamous privateer Jean Lafitte’s encampment to determine his loyalties. When he discovers Ana while on his way to meet Lafitte, he can’t decide if she’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, or the best.
As the Battle of New Orleans draws nearer, can Jacen and Ana work together to help their country beat the invaders? Or will the British, the war, or the savage winds of time keep them apart?
Excerpt:
The latch lifted
and Captain Jacen Stirling entered. When he turned to shut the door, she
noticed the captain’s own pants had the same double rows of buttons hers had.
She made eye contact and found him staring at her with a stone face. Her mouth
dropped open, and she stuttered as she realized he’d noticed where her gaze had
been.
“I was… It’s
your pants… And mine, too. They’re, like, really old-fashioned.”
He glanced down
at his black britches. “My trousers aren’t, I admit, at the height of the Parisian
fashion
standards, but since we are currently at war, I believe priorities are in
order.”
She blinked. “I
know I’ve been busy finishing up my doctorate, but I hadn’t realized things had
become
so much worse in
the Middle East that they’ve affected fashion trends.”
“The Middle
East?”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you speak of
war? In the Middle East?”
“Uh, yeah… The
last time I checked. Why? What war are you referring to?”
He stood taller.
“I speak of war with Great Britain and their continued efforts to prove our young
country isn’t valiant enough to stand on its own.”
“Uh huh,” she
muttered. Is he off his meds? “Great Britain, huh?”
He gave a curt
nod.
“So, you’re,
like, talking Revolutionary War?”
“That war ended
some time ago. I speak of our current situation that began in 1812.”
“1812?” She
suddenly felt like she was watching the final round of Wimbledon and each
opponent kept
gaining the edge
to win, only to lose it again. “As in one-eight-one-two?”
“No,” he
scoffed. “As in one-nine-one-two. What bloody year did you think I was
referring to?”
“Oh, you know,
nothing like referring to a war that took place over two hundred years ago,”
she said dryly.
He froze, and
the edges of his lips rose in a grin. “Two hundred years ago? What year do you
think this is?”
“I don’t know…
Maybe 2017?”
and Captain Jacen Stirling entered. When he turned to shut the door, she
noticed the captain’s own pants had the same double rows of buttons hers had.
She made eye contact and found him staring at her with a stone face. Her mouth
dropped open, and she stuttered as she realized he’d noticed where her gaze had
been.
“I was… It’s
your pants… And mine, too. They’re, like, really old-fashioned.”
He glanced down
at his black britches. “My trousers aren’t, I admit, at the height of the Parisian
fashion
standards, but since we are currently at war, I believe priorities are in
order.”
She blinked. “I
know I’ve been busy finishing up my doctorate, but I hadn’t realized things had
become
so much worse in
the Middle East that they’ve affected fashion trends.”
“The Middle
East?”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you speak of
war? In the Middle East?”
“Uh, yeah… The
last time I checked. Why? What war are you referring to?”
He stood taller.
“I speak of war with Great Britain and their continued efforts to prove our young
country isn’t valiant enough to stand on its own.”
“Uh huh,” she
muttered. Is he off his meds? “Great Britain, huh?”
He gave a curt
nod.
“So, you’re,
like, talking Revolutionary War?”
“That war ended
some time ago. I speak of our current situation that began in 1812.”
“1812?” She
suddenly felt like she was watching the final round of Wimbledon and each
opponent kept
gaining the edge
to win, only to lose it again. “As in one-eight-one-two?”
“No,” he
scoffed. “As in one-nine-one-two. What bloody year did you think I was
referring to?”
“Oh, you know,
nothing like referring to a war that took place over two hundred years ago,”
she said dryly.
He froze, and
the edges of his lips rose in a grin. “Two hundred years ago? What year do you
think this is?”
“I don’t know…
Maybe 2017?”
About the Author:
Michelle C. Reilly is a single mom of two wonderful boys. She spent ten years in the U.S. Navy as a Hospital Corpsman Preventive Medicine Technician, which meant she was actually attached to or stationed with the U.S. Marine Corps. She has a Masters in Science in Public Health, but she is generally an IT geek and a nerd of many other things as well. She currently resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her two cats, Meowdy and Moose, and her labradoodle, Sophie.
She’s self-published the Anathergians Saga, science-fiction/paranormal romance and suspense stories that revolve around a powerful alien species who landed on Earth over five thousand years ago. SAVAGE WINDS, her venture into time romance, was picked up by The Wild Rose Press.
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Your cover is amazing and I would love to read your book.
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