An Unbelievable Journey












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(MSRP: 3.0000)

Sierra Masters isn’t shocked by being transported 125 years into the past- it simply proves aliens do exist. What shocks her is how easily she adjusts to living in 1883, and how quickly she falls in love with the handsome hunk Jesse Jones. Par for her life; she finally finds the man of her dreams, but will lose him in thirty days when the aliens return for her.

Jesse Jones is shocked by the girl he finds on the Nebraska prairie, she wears jewelry in her belly button, tries to shave her legs with his straight-edged razor, and insists an alien gang abducted her. He plans to wash his hands of her until a Shaman claims Sierra Masters is Jesse's woman from the future. Then, as she wiggles her way into his heart, he vows to find a way to make her stay in his time.

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"Nebraska," the man replied. "Nebraska!" Sierra tossed her head around, taking in the grassland. Sage brush, scraggly, old elm trees, brown grass. Yup, this was Nebraska. Had her trip to Maine been a dream? No, the man standing in front of her held the despicable cat, the same one that had been in Maine. "Wow." She flattened three fingers over her mouth. Her vacation was already over and she didn't remember the flight home. Had she taken Dramamine?

"Ma'am?"

She held up one of the fingers, indicating he should stop talking and give her time to think. Who was he? Head to toe in western attire, boots, tight-legged jeans, a button-up, sun-faded shirt that had a wide flap across the chest, a Stetson. He dressed like a true Nebraskan, but the holster and gun belted around his hips took the image a little too far.

She frowned. Did she know him? Tall, broad, and good looking in a rough and tumble sort of way. His face had a wrinkle or two, especially around the eyes. Squinting at the sun too much; should learn to wear a good pair of sunglasses.

"Ma'am?" That deep, husky voice repeated.

"I'm sorry. I guess, I'm lost," she admitted, while silently noting his voice was too sexy to be healthy.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

She tilted her head, listening. The tone was deep and gravely, like he didn't use it very often. Taking a deep breath, she realized he waited for her answer. "Omaha," she said with a slight nod.

"Oh, well that's just a few miles from here."

"It is?" She looked around again. They were in the middle of nowhere--literally.

"Yup," he nodded.




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