Thursday, May 2, 2013
As false accusations of witchcraft consume Salem Village, eighteen-year-old Poppy Seabrooke, a true witch, is content to stay away from the hysteria and more importantly from the relentless advances of Angus Wolfe, a powerful warlock masquerading as Salem’s pastor.
When Poppy uses her magic to help a young boy, she is arrested. Angus is the only person who can help her, but, in return, she must promise her hand in marriage. In desperation, Poppy’s grandmother sends her two hundred years into the future to hide. Poppy finds herself years from home in the middle of a strange place called Montana where rooms light up without candles or sorcery, steam puffing dragons roar across fields on tracks, and cows sprout horns as long as tree trunks. And while Poppy hides from the man who turns her heart cold as ice, she discovers the man who can set it on fire.
Cade Tanner has always lived fast and hard, and he prefers it that way. The last thing he needs is a girl to distract him from running the cattle ranch his father left him. But Poppy, the sweetly innocent beauty with the soft smile and dark eyes, who seemingly fell from the sky, is tough to ignore. But Cade soon finds that falling for Poppy comes with a dangerous price.
Years from Home Trilogy, Book One
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance- mature YA
Number of pages: 236
Word Count: 59,363
Cover Artist: Nikki Hensley
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As I trotted back toward the inner pastures, feminine laughter drifted over the tops of the tall grass. Jackson’s laughter followed, and I trotted River in that direction. Libby’s plan had not been thwarted by my refusal. Jackson leaned his forearm on the pommel of his saddle as he watched Poppy ride circles on our old gelding. I rode up next to him.
Her long hair had escaped the pins holding it, and it shimmered like gold in the sharp afternoon sunlight. Her sweet bottom was still tucked neatly in a pair of my old denims, and it popped up and down on the seat of the saddle in perfect rhythm with her soft cries of joy.
Jackson cupped his hand around his mouth. “Sit back, Poppy. You’re leaning too far forward.” He dropped his hand.
She swept a long strand of hair off her face and sat back.
“Now that is a picture,” Jackson said.
My pulse sped up just watching her trot clumsy circles around the pasture. “What that is, Jacks, is a whole lot of trouble wrapped in the prettiest package I've ever seen.”
Jackson’s eyes were wide. “What’s this? Cade Tanner’s confidence finally shattered by a girl? I’ll admit she’s not like any other girl we've met, but I’m still surprised.”
It took all my will to look away from her. I reined River around. “Confidence hasn't got anything to do with it. I just know trouble when I’m looking at it.” River’s hooves plodded over the drought hardened ground. I wasn't fifty feet from Jackson when Poppy screamed. I spun River around so fast, the horse nearly fell back on its haunches. Poppy had slipped to the side of the saddle but had righted herself just as I reached her.
Her smile greeted me, and it was the kind of smile that could make a guy forget his own name. “Red went one way and I went the other,” she said with a laugh. She reached forward and patted the horse’s thick neck. “He slowed down as soon as he knew I was off balance.” Her cinnamon brown eyes lifted and she looked at me. “Forgive me if I startled you. I shouldn't have screamed like that.”
“You didn't startle me.” Of course my heartbeat had a whole different interpretation of it. Jackson rode up next to us. He grinned smugly at me. “Well, Cade, you always were one to ride toward trouble instead of away from it.”
Tess Oliver is a teacher and writer who lives in California with her husband, kids, a small pack of pampered dogs, and the recent addition of three ridiculously cute pygmy goats. She loves horses, chocolate and Jane Austen books. She has a BS of Nutrition Science, and a MA in Curriculum and Instruction. She is also an author published by Barron's Educational Publisher.