by Victoria Farmer
Jove Time Passages
ISBN 0-505-52385-X
$4.99 U.S. / $5.99 Can. / $12.95 Aus.

Worthless

Jilted by her fianc? Jocelyn Tanner had to struggle not to believe that her own value had been somehow diminished. Still, she knew better than to let that fear ruin her tour of England. But no one had explained to her that there would be a mock bride auction - or that she would be sucked back in time to the close of the eighteenth century.

Priceless

Suddenly Jocelyn found herself in another time, another body, and in a real auction - being claimed by a real hunk of a man. Still, her bride price hardly seemed flattering. And the handsome Garren had not yet shown her the attention for which she yearned. But as she began to make this new body her own, she saw interest flare behind the lord's reserved facade. She'd soon show him - and herself - in pounds or pennies, no one was worth more than his . . .

Sixpence Bride

Excerpt

How Sweet it is

    "Ah, your aim is off," he teased. Mimicking the way she held her spoon, Garren flung a spoonful of dessert at her. The glob hit the side of her head and ran into her ear.
    His crow of laughter filled the dining room.
    "Yuck." Jocelyn said, trying to wipe away the creamy mixture from her ear. This was not what she'd expected after dinner. She had assumed he would expect to consummate their marriage. Loading her spoon, she faked a shot. When he ducked, she lowered her aim, hitting him at his hairline.
    "Yes!" She grinned.
    She felt a cool splat on her chest and looked down as his second shot disappeared into her d?olletage and between her breasts. Squirming, she looked at him, her eyes narrowing.
    Loading her spoon, she started a rapid fire of her dessert, and Garren followed suit. By the time the bowls were empty, they both sported globs of the sticky substance in their hair and on their clothing; they were laughing like children.
    Garren stood, offering his arm. Making sure her shoulders were straight and her spine stiff, Jocelyn places her hand ever so slightly on his sleeve - but her regal bearing was lost when her slipper slid in one of the dessert puddles. Garren reached around her waist to steady her, and she slid to a halt in his arms. His warm brown eyes met hers and his warmth flowed into her body.
    Her husband's lips came down, lightly brushing hers. "I love dessert."

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