Jewel Adams - Romance with a Touch of Spice

Readers wanted the whole story and now they will have the full novel, over 101,000 words of one of the best Western/Indian White Captive Romance you will ever read!

SAVAGE DESTINY The Story of Blackhawk and Cali by Jewel Adams
On a wagon train that journeys from Baltimore to the Northwest Territory, Cali discovers the land that touches her heart with its beauty. She pesters the old scout, to teach her all he knows, embracing the new land she needs the old man’s knowledge to survive. But all her lessons can’t prepare her for the very real Indian that hunts her down. And like the hawk that holds his captive in his talons, Cali looks deep into the coal black depths of the man that is her savage destiny!
Blackhawk’s senses pulse in possessive yearning for the woman he took captive. Nothing will make him set her free, not even her own wild spirit. But can he save her from the dangers, ones that come from his own tribe and want her death? And when she believes he betrayed her, ordered her to be killed, will she see past her hate and fear, to find the love they once shared?
Two beautiful people find a love worth fighting for in the wilderness of 1795 in the Northwest Territory of the American frontier. Let your emotions run through the smoke fires that dry buffalo meat, feel the biting sting of a knife’s killing blade and touch the love that finds ecstasy in SAVAGE DESTINY!


READ THE REVIEWS: Savage Destiny was offered last summer in installments, readers wanted the whole book and so they shall have it! This book has gone through a complete edit and will be put out there for more reviews. At the time it was offered it received high reviews, here are a few of them...5 cups from Coffee Time Reviews, 4 1/2 Flames from Sizzling Romance, 4 Slippers from Novel Spot Reviews, 4 1/2 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies...you won't be disappointed!

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Cali looks into the coal black depths of the man that is her Savage Destiny!

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CATCHING SHADOWS
by Jewel Adams
 2005
Midnight Showcase Erotic-ahh Digest
June 2005
ADULT CONTENT
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Living in a beautiful Victorian beach house on the coast of Maine should be carefree, but something is not right within its walls. Shadows…can they wait in the corners and come to life, forming into the passionate essence of man? CHARITY BECKER’S lover kisses her lips with searing passion and melts away as the morning light strikes her bedroom window.

Charity steps through the fine line that separates the present from the past. Waiting for her on the other side is JACOB KINGSMAN, a man claiming her as his wife. Can Charity’s passion to discover the truth regarding the real Mrs. Kingsman, free Jacob from his guilt? Who is the ghost who now haunts Charity’s new life?

Together they scorch time with a hot, erotic passion in CATCHING SHADOWS.

Thank you, Jewel Adams
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Catching Shadows


by

Jewel Adams
 2005

Prologue

Her lips captured the playful finger tracing her chin and immediately she drew on it, taking the full length into the warm recess of her mouth. She moaned against the tough flesh that didn’t possess the vibrant magnificence of a wild cock, one she wanted to wrap her lips around.
The heated trail of his lips down her neck made her release him as her head went back, giving him full freedom to explore her. Her lower body arched to press into the full length of his cock, hmm, he feels so good, so powerful as his sex pulses against her welcoming flesh. She moved the moist hot folds of her pussy, up… then down the power now held within the velvet folds. She wanted to experience the feel of him inside her, close him within the satin sheath of fire and suck his fierce possession deep into her hungry womb. Before she could raise her hips higher his large strong hands took hold of her, driving her harder against the wild lustful part of him she wanted to tame….
“Can you feel me now, woman?”
The passion that held him came through as a rough whisper. His question became one she wanted to answer, wanted to be a part of, “Yes, oh heavens, yes, I do feel him.”
His response came from desire. “I want you to stay with me.”
Through the promised rapture that held her, she looked up at him, she needed to see if he spoke the truth. But the darkness moved all around them and Charity felt the cold moving closer… “No, don’t leave me…I want to stay…with you!”
With the force he always came to her with, he pulled away, vanishing from her embrace. “No, please stay…I’m sorry!”
He could not hear her any longer. Morning sun started to light the room, pushing back the darkness, making the last of his essence slip back into the shadows.
Her tongue traced her lips trying to capture the last part of him…gone. Once again she lost him, she feared her heart would crush under the emptiness. Staring at the last of the shadows Charity let her tears fall for what she failed to keep with her. She wondered if he would return. Might she hold him the next time?
“Please give me another chance…” her tears fell faster for she didn’t have a name or face to put to the plea, only a shadow.
CATCHING SHADOWS
by Jewel Adams
 2005
Midnight Showcase Erotic-ahh Digest
June 2005
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This is an ARC (Advance Reader Copy) that probably contains some editing and formatting errors that will be corrected before the final copy. Thank you, Jewel Adam
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CHAPTER ONE - Sand Castles

There it was again, another glimmer of a figure near the window. Charity thought she might be going mad. She waited for another glimpse, but none came, they never did when she looked for them. It took a minute to release the breath she held. The rush of fresh air felt light in her lungs, but it couldn’t take the apprehension away.
“I wish it would leave.”
But no, her head shook to defy the declaration. She wanted to know what it was…more ‘who’ it could be and if the feelings touching her were real. Even now the sensation lingered, as if she were being caressed. Like in her dreams, ones that left her breathless in unfulfilled passion, before slipping back into the night when the sun began to wake the day.
“What a silly idea.” She actually stamped her foot for emphasis. Or did she expect to scare it out of hiding?
“What’s silly Charity?
She gave her nephew a quick glance, then a smile to ease the serious look he maintained on her. “Nothing, nothing at all Pauly.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
“Sure, when should we go?”
“Now, oh please?”
Right now any excuse she could find to get out of the house sounded good to her. Why her sister insisted on renting this relic for the summer still bothered her. Of course, Lynda’s boyfriend did own the place. She should still be here, not Charity!
“Okay, run and get your suit on, I’ll get the towels.”
“Can I bring my bucket?”
“Yes, and the shovel, don’t forget the shovel.” His whoop of excitement acknowledged he heard her.
Charity lost her thoughts to getting everything ready for the beach and to pack some treats and drinks for the two of them. “It is a beautiful day for the beach.”
The prospect of the beach couldn’t steal her thoughts away from the problem. She sighed and wondered why this was happening. “I swear I need a vacation!”
Ah, but wasn’t she suppose to be on one? Of course she still minded the house and chores, as well as watching Pauly. If given a choice she would have preferred to have stayed behind while everyone came here. “That certainly wouldn’t have worked for anyone but me.”
Charity really hated feeling sorry for herself, it wasn’t a very positive attitude. Then things haven’t been in the best of light for her. “And YOU, whoever you might be, aren’t helping any!”
Her little tirade didn’t even stir the dust balls, let alone earn her an answer. Yet she almost wished someone would retaliate, yell back, “…be real?”
Were shadows real? “Now that is the million dollar question. And no, I don’t expect anyone to step forward and give a valid answer.”
Yet ever since arriving here the question became extremely important to her. They, the encounters, started that first week and kept getting stronger with each passing day.
Charity saw shadows!
Not just any shadow, no she couldn’t be lucky enough to see a shadow of a chair or the sun coming through the lace curtains at the window. What seemed to plague her were shadows of one particular…man!
“Yes, it is a man. I can feel his presence…even now, in the daylight.”
But was he real? Was she just imagining all this?
Pauly’s sliding entrance into the kitchen ended the questions she kept asking herself.
“I’m ready!”
“I can see you are and so am I. Our lunch is packed and I think I’ve got everything.”
“I have my bucket and the shovel!”
It would be nice to be a child once again, no worries beyond the day. Charity pushed her troubled thoughts away and ruffled Pauly’s hair. “Good, you can build me a giant sand castle.”
It didn’t take them long to start down the path to the shore. For a second she hesitated and fought the need to look back at the house. The pull on her senses became too strong and she turned…there, at her bedroom window. She felt her stomach drop. The figure of a man stood there…watching her….
“Come on Aunt Charity!”
Pauly’s call shook her out of the stunned trance she’d fallen into. “You’re not real.”
She turned away, almost daring him to refute her declaration!
* * * *
Charity carried the sleepy Pauly up to his bed. Poor boy nearly fell asleep eating his dinner. She shouldn’t have kept them at the beach as long as she did, but she couldn’t make herself come back here. To hope it would be gone on their return turned into a useless wish on her part.
Even now, as she tucked Pauly in, she felt as if someone watched her. She tried not to let the feelings invade her, but every day it grew stronger and she could no longer ignore the presence. Her skin actually tingled whenever it came near her. She swore she could feel the heat from his body, the whisper touch of his fingers as they brushed over her cheek.
As she left her nephew’s room she tried to concentrate on the problem and not the presence following her. She hesitated by her bedroom door then walked past it, knowing she didn’t want to chance what might happen, again, if she went to bed. The heat flooded her cheeks over the memory of last night’s visit. Just thinking about the memory made the lazy warmth move through her. Strange as this all appeared to be, she never in her life felt so alive as when he made love to her. But, they hadn’t really finished the act and the emptiness left in his wake felt like a deep well, one she could drown in should he not return.
Her hands clasped the banister over the heaviness in her legs. “No…I won’t let you control me this way!”
The air near her grew chilly as if she’d slapped him. Maybe she could control this, what ever it might be. She made sure her footsteps were secure before taking the next step. The sensual weakness lessened, but remained too near the surface for her to relax. Charity didn’t relax until she stepped off the last step.
Would he really hurt her? She wished she hadn’t thought to ask such a question. But once it came, she couldn’t help but shiver over the possible answers. Charity knew all she ever felt from him was passion, strong, vibrant and yes…dangerous passion. The blush sweeping up her throat didn’t stop her from remembering what he made her feel. She closed her eyes for just a second to savor the desire, before forcing it back into the darkness. “If only…”
* * * *
“Damn you!” Jacob’s fist hit the door. As he rolled his back against the heavy wood, he searched the room to see if her image remained. The anger vibrated through his body, tensing the breadth of his powerful frame.
He let his head fall back, needing to feel the solid presence of the house, wondering how he would ever survive her treachery; for Jacob feared his own sanity at this moment. “I held you in my very hands, and yet you vanish before my eyes. Where do you hide?” The question made his eyes close as he groaned over the absurdity. “I talk to air and expect answers!”
There, a quick glimpse by the stairs. Jacob pushed off the door to follow what he feared would be another dead end. His steps slowed as he neared the stairwell, she stood at the top of the stairs. He wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her to him, but something kept him from acting on his desire.
He followed her down the stairs, she looked worried tonight. The darkness under her eyes made him wonder if she too lost a night’s sleep. It would be her own fault for the games she played with him… “In my own house!”
Nary a length of her beautiful hair moved from his outburst. He did so love to touch her hair, she would put the finest fur to shame, for its softness is like none he’d ever felt. The memory made him think on their night together, just the thought made him instantly hard in desire. He possessed a ravenous hunger for this woman. The way her breast rested in his palm before he would wrap his fingers about the ample globe. His tongue came out as if to taste the ripe, swollen nipple that he brought to life. Ahh, the sweetness of a woman in heat…
She moved too quickly off the last step! Jacob cursed his musing for he knew she wouldn’t be there. As he feared she escaped from his sight once again. Nearly two weeks hath passed since they started playing this cat and mouse game of hers.
“I know not where you go Charity, but by all that is holy you will not leave us! If I need to take this house apart, board and stone, I will find your hiding place and we shall end this foolish game of yours!”
“You are mine Charity. My wife, forever!”

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DREAM LOVER WINS THE CAPA!!!
DARLIN' by Jewel Adams, Time Travel Erotic Romance just released at https://whiskeycreekpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=p...

DARLIN’

by

Jewel Adams



WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
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Published by
WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
Whiskey Creek Press
PO Box 51052
Casper, WY 82605-1052
www.whiskeycreekpress.com


Copyright  2005 by Jewel Adams

Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.


ISBN 1-59374-331-9

Credits
Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter
Editor: Bev Haynes

Printed in the United States of America



WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT
TITLE

… Darlin’ is a rich tapestry of words melded together to make one very exciting time travel taking us from con-temporary America back to 1713 Colonial America. A place where details and realism take centre stage, along with the romance that develops between Joleen and Flint. Ms Adams has an easy style of writing that flows fluidly and makes her books page-turners. Darlin’ is no excep-tion. Here is the story of ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances who learn how to cope with the challenges they face; their love develops over the hardships they face and how they learn to adapt to their situation.

The depiction of the era is true to form with a lot of fac-tual evidence interwoven in this erotic romance. Each chapter is titled giving the reader a glimpse of how the story unfolds. It was fun reading the adventure of Joleen and Flint’s story. Both characters are well drawn, and pre-pared to go out on a limb for the love of each other. Ms Adams treats us to a fun-filled and erotic step back in time as we experience the love, adventure and passions be-tween Joleen and Flint. Once started you won’t want to put Darlin’ down – I couldn’t.

Just Erotica Romance Reviews
Aggie Tsirikas
Rating: 5 Stars
Heat Level: S


…Flint and his Darlin life was an exciting story. It was amazing that after Darlin realized
where she was that she had no choice but to make the best of the situation she was in
and she was rewarded for it. Jewel Adams wrote such a fantastic erotic story I give her
5 cups.

Briana Burress
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance



Dedication

To Henry, who never ceases to amaze me and keeps me young!











Prologue

“Alright, which one of you put her up to it?” Joleen glared at her friends.
The denial floated through the car.
Mary Joe leaned forward from the backseat. “Well, I sure didn’t. It wasn’t fair that you monopolized the whole séance, Joleen.”
“Not by choice.” Flicking the auburn wisps back behind her ear, Joleen’s brow creased again recalling the strange evening.
Jean dropped off Lynn and Mary Joe first, before driving back to her house where Joleen left her car.
“Why so quiet, Joe? You don’t really believe all that mumbo jumbo?”
“No, of course not.” But her answer sounded weak. “Why would she say something so off the wall like that?”
“Probably wanted to make an impression on us so we’d send her more business.”
“Yes, you’re right.” But did she have to scare her in the proc-ess? What did she say when they were leaving? Beware of what kills in silence.
Rubbing her arms, the goose bumps had little to do with the warm summer night. After saying goodnight to Jean, Joleen tried to forget the unsettling events of the evening. She didn’t believe in such nonsense. So why couldn’t she forget the woman’s words?
Half way home a roll of thunder vibrated through the car. Al-ready upset, Joe scolded herself for going. “I’d be home by now and not out in a summer downpour.”
Just as her words fell silent, huge drops of rain splattered the windshield. She searched for the wiper switch as her foot went to the brake. When the wipers flew across the windshield she felt the tension ease out of her shoulders. She needed to lean forward to see the white line in the middle of the road and nearly missed her mailbox and the turn up the mountain to her home.
“I should have listened to Jean and rented the old Teran’s place in town instead of living out here.” Shaking her head she knew she couldn’t give up her grandfather’s cabin. It had always been her home and would remain so. She loved her mountain.
At the sharp curve, she just came about the side when she saw the fallen tree across the road and slammed on the brakes. The car careened into the large tree trunk, throwing her forward over the impact. It took all her strength to bring her head off the steering wheel. She groaned as she raised her hands to hold the vicious throb at her temple. Sitting there Joleen fought off the dizzy sensa-tion folding in on her. She started shaking all over, but only her head held pain, a sharp throbbing assault.
The storm gave no sign of letting up. Living her whole life at the threshold of the Smoky Mountains she knew this was an all nighter. Straining to see past her blurry vision the dashboard finally came into focus, eleven thirty-four. The prospect of sitting in the car all night ended over the ache in her head. She needed to get home. It was only half a mile up the road, a road no one else ever came up.
Jolene tried to get her purse off the floor, but the effort made her winch. She would get it tomorrow. She made sure everything was turned off then pocketed the keys in her jeans, wishing she’d thought to bring an umbrella. The sound of heavy rain hitting the hood in angry pulses, told her it wouldn’t have helped tonight.
Counting to three didn’t give her enough time to build up her courage so she sat there and counted to ten. Joleen pushed the door open against the storm’s wind and the branches that fell around the car.
Fighting her way through the limbs, her blouse became soaked by the time she reached the tree trunk. She didn’t have the strength to pull herself over it. Getting down on her knees she crawled along the fallen tree until she found a gap wide enough to slide under. The road bed turned into mud and she grimaced as she edged under the trunk. Once away from the fallen tree her head hurt so much she just laid there, letting the rain plummet her back-side. She wanted to sleep, but the little voice of sanity told her to get up and make it to the cabin.
It took several tries before she came fully to her feet. The mud sucked at her loafers until Joleen wasn’t sure if she still wore them. All around her the storm raged, lightening flashed in ugly jagged scars, but the thunder filled her, its roaring vibration went on, stealing her breath away.
Stumbling, she fell. Lying there she felt the ground shake be-neath her. “Oh no, not thunder!”
She frantically looked all around her, feeling the panic rise as the rumbling beneath her body increased. Using every bit of strength at her command, Joleen pushed to her feet to run, but feared she would run into the flash flood. She tried to clear the rivulets of water from her eyes and search the darkness, knowing that at any second, the terror would burst out upon her.
When it came, Joleen’s screams were lost in the rush of mud and water bombarding her. Over and over she rolled, carried by the sheet of moving earth. She felt so odd, almost detached from the fury, as if she couldn’t really feel anything…except her fear, and the deluge became her world, swallowing her up in the terror, until everything crashed down about her in a deafening swirl of darkness.








Chapter 1

Wild Ride

“Damn savages.” Using his elbows Flint soundlessly pulled himself into the thick underbrush. Never once did he loose track of the large hunting party skirting the far edge of the meadow. They were headed west with no guarantee they hadn’t already spotted the wagons. Maybe he should turn back and warn them?
Judging the distance to the east between them, Flint decided it made more sense to keep going west to Fort Pratt. He’d just have some unwanted company for a little while. At least he’d know if they were meeting another group and their true intent.
Staying down wind from the Cree, Flint moved to the pace they set, not liking it much that they were headed in exactly his di-rection. He didn’t like bringing the wagons into the Cherokee Ter-ritory riddled with Indian trouble, but that stubborn Scotsman wouldn’t listen to his advice. Flint knew the reason the man wanted to go to the Fort and it still bothered him. Right now he’d like to give Mathew Fergusson a good lashing for ever getting him involved with tracking for the self-serving McKean.
Brushing away his ire over the man, he needed all wits about him at the moment to play this dangerous game of tag, one slip and it could turn deadly.
* * * *
More confused than she ever remember being, Joleen sat heavily on the inviting log. Pulling at her shirt she tried to shake off the dried mud that now turned the white blouse a reddish brown. Curling her lip up over how filthy she felt, she gave up the effort. Being dirty seemed the least of her problems since coming around…this morning?
Gingerly touching the bruise at her forehead, she whispered, “How long was I out?”
It was daylight and because her jeans were still drying, she felt safe in concluding it must only be the next morning. She shud-dered, recalling the flash flood.
What she didn’t have any answers for, is exactly where she ended up. “Lost…The obvious is always easy, Joleen.” Repeating her grandfather’s favorite saying didn’t take away the ill feeling that started once her head cleared a bit. There hadn’t been a familiar landmark anywhere. When she failed to locate the car or cabin it became obvious the slide took her a lot farther than she first imag-ined. She’d roamed these mountains all through her childhood. There wasn’t a nook or cranny within ten miles of the cabin that she didn’t know. So where the frig’ was she?
By her calculations, after deciding to head downhill, she’d gone at least two miles. It would be practically impossible not to stumble across some private dirt road, even a fire break or utility lines, something should have shown up.
Knowing how bad she ached, the thought of moving again made her hold her mud caked head. Touching the muck clinging to her hair made her want to laugh, but the effort would hurt too much. She’d probably scare the first person she came across.
At first Joleen didn’t pay any attention to the low sounds. But when the movement caught her gaze she grew stiff. Never rising off the log, she slowly parted the branches of a mountain laurel and cautiously leaned forward for a better look. “I’m hallucinating.”
Flint’s senses snapped to attention over the sound. What the hell! If the boy hadn’t spoken out, Flint would have moved right past him.
Quickly looking at his other unwanted companions he let his breath out in slow deliberation. They hadn’t heard the kid. Damn fool, the boy should know better living in these parts. By the grubby look of him he wasn’t a greenhorn.
Ready to dismiss the boy and move on, Flint’s heated curse never passed his lips when he realized the boy’s intention. Moving without thinking and the urgency driving him, Flint held only one conviction, when this was over that boy would get a what-for he’d never forget!
Joleen decided they must be Cherokee. It must be some re-enactment or something for the tourists. The thought raised her hopes. At least they could help her get back to civilization. That hit on her head must have muddled her sense of direction. Rising to call them before they disappeared into the woods… “Hey!”
The vicious curse behind the rough hold pulling her to the ground shocked her into silence. The large hand covering her mouth smothered her stunned expletives.
“You stupid little fool!”
Indignation welled up in a furious torrent inside Joleen.
“Come on!”
The man yanked her to her feet, knocking the breath out of her. The violent jerk on her arm dragged her uselessly backwards across the ground. Being forcibly pulled when she already hurt so terribly made her madder than a cat in water! She managed to gain her clumsy footing, but failed to shake off the iron clasp on her waist. Running and catching up to the thick leather clad legs in front of her, Joleen reached out to claw at the breaking grip his massive fingers kept on her arm. “Let go!”
Growling at the man only made him jerk her up beside him. Nearly lifting her off her feet he hissed at her, “Shut up, before I let them have you!”
The threat came through chillingly clear even in her rattled condition. Pressing her lips tight, Joleen let her fuming rage lend strength into the flight the monster forced her maintain. Crashing through bushes, jumping rocks, unable to see what might come next, she put all her concentration on his powerful legs. Their next movement told her what to prepare for. God, they are so big!
Swallowing back a moan, she realized what kind of man held her, but Joleen didn’t have time to give in to the deserved panic knotting her battered body. Coming to an abrupt halt she plowed into him with the force of their inertia. His vile curses sent her cheeks flaming, but the great strength in his hands stilled her heated retort. Heavens, he could crush her without a thought!
“Get going!”
“What?” Looking where he suddenly pointed, her violet eyes grew two sizes over what she saw. Shaking her head in violent de-nial made her groan over the pain she caused herself. The open ex-panse of air before her made her gulp. The sheer slope of stones at her feet made her back into the solid wall of rock-solid muscle.
“Start sliding down!”
Her disbelieving eyes glared at him as she backed away from both threats. Joleen knew exactly where she was, Devil Falls. Na-ture’s thrill ride down the water slick rocks into the pools below. Maybe some people thought it was fun, but Joleen held little inter-est in this sick joy ride.
He moved so fast she didn’t have time to react, her squeal filled the air as he pushed her down onto the rocks. Before she could get up, those awesome legs came about her waist locking her in a human vise.
“No way! You are crazy!”
“You’re going to find out just how much so!” When the push came sending them forward to go over the falls, so did his hold on her hair.
Closing her eyes, the ride picked up speed as they rode the smooth curving slopes and skimmed over the rocks. The water car-ried them on, hitting them like a thousand tiny icicles as it splashed all around them. Roller coasters held nothing on this! The threat of loosing her stomach over the sinking ups and downs, kept her jaw clenched and the screams sounding only in her head.
“Hold your breath!”
His warning wasn’t necessary, she’d never let it out.
The shock of dropping into the mountain chilled pool at first stunned her, then adrenaline shot through her veins. Joleen didn’t need any shove to start swimming, she wanted to escape this ma-niac. The man’s continued hold on her hair made her aim a few well placed kicks at his solid mass beside her.
Flint grunted. The boy kicked him in the gut. Maybe he should have let them have this boy! Why he was fighting mad at Flint made no sense. With a powerful grip, he pulled the boy be-neath the water to cool his fire.
Gasping for breath, Joleen clung to the first thing her hands locked onto. “I’ll kill you, you bastard!”
“Now son, I’d save all that anger for them…you’ll need it.”
God, he was actually laughing at her!
“Over you go!” His hand covered her rump to push.
Joleen took all she could of his insolence and lashed out with some strong, lowdown remarks. “…take your vile hands off me.” Grinding out her threat through the wet veil of hair, she didn’t ex-pect his next attack.
Gripping her jaw he forced her head away from him. “You want to stay and face that, so be it.”
She blinked. How could…? Why? The arrow embedded in the log by her head was still quivering from its deadly flight…beware of what kills in silence.
She felt him rise out of the water, then slide over the rock. When his outstretched hand filled her stunned vision Joleen no longer hesitated.
The next slide she took on her stomach, thankful that it wasn’t as long as the first.
Two more times she followed him blindly through the pools and next natural slide, until the last one sent them falling in the rapids of the rushing river.
His powerful hand wrapped tight in her hair was the only thing that kept her from being pulled under the rushing water. How long the terrifying ride in the current lasted she didn’t dare think about, all Joleen knew was she didn’t want to drown. Some-where, through her fear she admitted this man was the only thing that kept her from doing so.
She didn’t realize they were out of the water until the cold, gritty bank lay beneath her out-stretched body. Taking deep revi-talizing breaths, her gaze fell on the enormous feet sprawled beside her.
“Get up boy, they aren’t giving up.”
Pushing up with her elbow she shook her head to clear away the weakness and the crazy thoughts assaulting her. Was this some weird nightmare or was she really hallucinating? Shock sounded reasonable for what she felt.
Lifting the lad up by his shirt Flint set him on his…bare feet! Damn, he’d have to think of something, the boy’s feet wouldn’t last long running over this rock jagged terrain. The boy showed gumption, making Flint question the frailty he felt against his brawn. They were loosing their lead on those Cree.
This was one big man. Seeing his full height coming to life be-fore her, Joleen didn’t have the will left to keep her eyes from looking over his glorious build.
Broad as a tree, came unbidden to her thoughts, but lean in tough unyielding strength. She tried to force her gaze away from the flat trim hips and waist. Through the clinging wet leather that molded to his ample frame she sucked in her breath over the dis-play of ripcord muscles. The open vee at his neck said he’d be sleek all over. The unbidden impression made her wondered how big he was…well there.
Nearly groaning when her eyes jumped down to see, she forced herself not to look. Swallowing hard, Joleen tried not to think too much on how he would look naked.
Big, very, very big! She couldn’t believe she was thinking thoughts like this…now! She looked up and followed the powerful line of his neck, “My word!”
Wet and hanging in golden curls, his hair framed the most ex-quisite male face she’d ever set eyes on. Handsome didn’t come close to the raw sensuality he exhibited. Thank God his attention wasn’t on her, but how she wished she could see the color of his eyes. The straight set of his nose in those high cheek bones and square jaw lent an air of authority to his commanding presence.
“Boy! I said we need to fix you up some shoes for…” But Flint forgot his intent as his eyes raced up the slim frame, coming to an abrupt halt over the white transparent cloth sticking to the very real…womanly breasts!
His jaw worked furiously over the stark evidence of what he’d failed to notice. Rinsed of the mud he blamed for blinding his sight and senses, he saw them now and they were in full awareness! The frail boy was one nicely shaped, if not soaked, woman.
Joleen silently agreed with the heated curse hissing out of the man’s full lips. Her awareness of this handsome and strong man proved just as shocking. His eyes were as blue as a deep lake on a winter day, yes, any other color would not work as nicely. God, she could drown in their heat…Ach!
When his potent lips eased before her Joleen had to shake her-self out of her blatant study of him. Seeing exactly where his gaze rested brought her arms up in a decidingly defensive measure, fold-ing them firmly across her chest.
Flint silently groaned. If she realized the effect her action struck against his heightened senses, the way the sweet roundness of her breasts pressed up against the material in such abandon… Snapping his gaze away, his awareness of the present dangers stalk-ing them practically kicked him hard enough to take away his breath. The threat in her stormy gaze did more to cool him than their dunks in the mountain pools. He wasted no more time.
When he pulled his shirt up and over his head, Joleen’s arms dropped and her feet tensed for flight. But when he took out his huge knife and cut away the bottom half of the shirt her curiosity kept her rooted to the spot. Seeing the full rippling evidence of his massive shoulders left her knees shaking. His body reflected copper and bronze, he reeked of pure unadulterated power!
When he lifted her foot she automatically grasped his steeled shoulder to keep from falling.
“The moss will help soften the rocks.”
Captured by the heat infusing her sensitive fingertips, she al-most missed his meaning over the makeshift shoes.
As he rose to his full height before her, Joleen almost fell back following his progress. When his hand reached out towards her face her eyes closed in slow apprehension. She snapped her eyes open at the surprising gentle brush of his fingers on the sore bruise on her brow. Biting her lip, she stopped herself from leaning into his strength.
“Will you be able to run?”
Answer him Joleen, before he thinks you are an idiot. “Yes, I think so.”
Nodding at her answer Flint didn’t miss one nuance of her be-havior, unfortunately his own reaction to her wasn’t much better. What Flint didn’t like was the ugly darkness at her temple. She hadn’t gotten it during their escape. No, it wouldn’t be that dark yet. It was a wonder she could stand at all. What they still faced ahead of them made every nerve in his body rise in concern. The prospect of failing and what she’d face in those savages’ hands brought on a rage so intense Flint thought he could kill them all bare handed. If need be he’d give it one hell of a try!

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The time is now, Jewel's next Time Travel Erotic Romance DARLIN' will be available FEB. 1st at Whiskey Creek Press!
Reviews are in and everyone of them 5's this is one adventure in time you won't want to miss.

DARLIN' by Jewel Adams
ISBN 1-59374-331-9
www.whiskeycreekpress.com
EROTIC Time Travel Romance

Flint is ready to give the brat fighting him to the Indians as he pushes the lad over the next waterfall. Once rinsed of mud, he discovers the frail boy is one nicely shaped woman. Learning his employer intends to marry off the girl, his Darlin’, with the indentured women, he marries her himself suspecting he has gone from the frying pan and into the fire.
Marrying Allen Flint isn’t as disturbing to Joleen as discovering she is in 1713. Dare she examine her feelings toward the mountain of a man, now a part of her life? Can she survive the wilds of the American Frontier? When Indians capture Flint, Joleen prays she possesses the strength to save the man she loves from certain death. Time brought her to him, but Joleen realizes only their magic can hold them together, now.

DREAM LOVER has been nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio!
I think I'm standing under a star this month, this is so big!
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Jewel Adams, Best Selling author of Historic and Time Travel Torrid Romances brings you Romance Authors' Radio Show at http://www.jewelsway.com First show is Jan. 5th 10PM Wednesday Night, Sherry Derr-Wille will be my first guest! Come on in READERS for the HOLIDAY Book Giveaway and get some great books for the holidays! Just join the readers list THREE DEGREES OF LOVE, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ThreeDegreesofLove/
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The new Romance Authors' Radio Show begins January 5th and will air every Wednesday night at 10PM Eastern Time on the internet. Information and guests you will hear in January can be found at Jewel's Way Romance Authors' Radio Show, http://www.jewelsway.com
In January we will feature Sherry Derr-Wile, multi-published romance author and Debra Womack Publisher of Whiskey Creek Press as part of our first guests on the show!
The first show Sherry Derr-Wille will be discussing her Indian Series and her new release of Wildcat's Hunger is January 5th, Wednesday, at 10PM. The kids should be in bed and you can tune in to the Romance Authors' Internet Radio Show!
Talk to Sherry and find out what new books she has coming out in 2005 and all about her Indian Series, which even includes a fantastic Time Travel! Go to http://www.jewelsway.com to read all about Sherry and her books. You can send in questions to Sherry that I will read on the show. Just send them in to: jewel@jewelsway.com and put SHERRY in the subject line. Don't wait, send the questions now :)
On January 12 Debra Womack Publisher of Whiskey Creek Press will be our Featured Guest. Ever want to ask a publisher how to get your book published, now is your chance. Send your questions to jewel@jewelsway.com with WCP in the subject and Debra will be glad to answer your questions on air. We will also hear what Debra has in store for Whiskey Creek Press in 2005.
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It is real easy to listen in, the instructions are on the site: http://www.jewelsway.com/radio_show.htm
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Jewel Adams, Best Selling author of Historic and Time Travel Torrid Romances brings you Romance Authors' Radio Show at http://www.jewelsway.com First show is Jan. 5th 10PM Wednesday Night, Sherry Derr-Wille will be my first guest! Come on in READERS for the HOLIDAY Book Giveaway and get some great books for the holidays! Just join the readers list THREE DEGREES OF LOVE, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ThreeDegreesofLove/

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