"Readers who like a pseudo-historical tale with paranormal dealings of angels, demons, highwaymen, and feisty females will enjoy this fast-paced adventure. Beth is a strong woman, saving Kit as much as he saves her, and the romance is sweet and spicy with plenty of interaction to vary things up." - The Book Review Directory
"There's nothing that can enliven a story like two supernatural beings trading insults and toying with each other about the hero and heroine's fate." - Paranormal Romance Guild
"Time travel, highwaymen,, demons, angels and diabolical treasure! Get swept away with the heroine, Beth, into late 18th century England, where the danger, adventure and romance rule the day. If you are looking to escape, this is the book for you!" - California State Library
From the Inside Flap
On the floor, lying on its side was a half empty decanter, obviously it had fallen when he passed out. Dressed only in his breeches, his bare chest and arms with their outward scars were a testament to his hard life, but she worried more for his hidden scars. His tears stopped, and his moans turned into short panting breaths, legs and arms thrashing around. He was going to hurt himself if he kept this up.
"Kit! Wake up. You're having a bad dream."
He continued to twist, a grunt of effort escaped, followed by a cry of pain.
"Kit!" She reached out, careful of his whipping arms and touched his shoulder. In a flash Beth was grabbed and flung onto the bed. Before she could even react, he threw a leg over her hip, straddling her, leaning forward he grabbed her throat with both hands in a crushing hold. When he started to squeeze, panic set in. Beth bucked her hips off the feather-ticked mattress trying to throw him off, but she couldn't get much leverage. She slipped both her arms between his to try and break his hold. It wasn't working. Her lungs screamed for air as she pummeled him with her fists--striking blows to his shoulders and chest, but it was too hard concentrate, her limbs felt like wet noodles. Her hits became frantic pats. She had to wake him. With the last of her failing strength she managed to claw at his face.