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Megan Miller has come to a crossroads in her career. Accusations of a breach of ethics in her university teaching have rocked her world. As she travels halfway across the world to the Glastonbury rock festival to research and complete her doctoral thesis, she hopes that the mess she leaves behind in Australia will be sorted while she is in England.Davy Morgan, reclusive rock singer, tries to keep his music world and his private life separate; his very existence depends on it. But when the beautiful fey woman turns up at the cottage next door, he must do all he can to keep his dark secret. Because everything is not as it seems in Davy's world. When the truth comes out, can their love cross the decades, or will it be lost in time?
Beth McLaren knows that her great aunt's cottage holds the key to the mystery that has been a family secret since she was a child. Determined to discover if what she has read in Great Aunt Alice's diary is true, Beth travels halfway across the world to Glastonbury to solve the mystery.Silas Rogers, an eccentric musician who moves into the cottage, is equally determined to keep Beth from knowing the truth… and keep her from danger. The last thing he expected was to fall in love.But when Beth finds herself in the fifteenth century… can she trust that Silas will find her and get her home?When the truth comes out, will their love cross the centuries, or be lost in time?
Ever wonder what happened after Stanley and Devon got back to the States? Or how they spent their first Christmas together?It's Christmas and we don't really have a lot of money, Devon and I, but he's determined to make this, our first Christmas together, very special.I'm his antique boyfriend. I was born in 1898, but I've come forward through time by some trick of fate. Devon says I deserve to be happy, but I don't know if I do.Our love for each other keeps us going, but sometimes the darkness swoops up and grabs me. The only thing I can count on is the feel of Devon's arms around me, his green eyes looking at me with joy and love. What else do I need but this?
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