âNick?â she whispered, terrified and thrilled at the same time
Jordan reached out one finger to touch his soft bottom lip. Yep. He was still there, tangible and 3-D. âWow.â
âDo I know you?â he asked.
He narrowed his eyes, boldly surveying her from top to bottom, making her feel warm under his intent gaze. And more turned on than ever. She didnât feel free and saucy anymore in her miniskirt and camisole. Instead with her skirt scrunched up and covering almost nothing, Jordan felt indecent, naked, exposed.
âI thoughtââ He broke off and then started again, pulling his eyes away from her body to focus on her face. âYou seem very familiar to me. But surely Iâd remember if weâd met before.â
âOnly in my dreams,â she said without thinking. The vivid memory of the lovemaking in those dreams was making her heart beat fast. She smiled. âYou donât know how glad I am to finally meet you, Nick.â
Closing her eyes, she tangled her arms around his neck. She held on tight, enjoying the feel of his arousal, so amazingly right . Sheâd been with him many times in her fantasies. All the things she associated with Nick came flooding back. Comfort, belonging, destinyâ¦
And sex. Oh, yeah.
Dear Reader,
When I was asked to be part of the PERFECT TIMING miniseries for the Harlequin Blaze line, I was eager to jump in. I have always loved time travel. Thereâs something romantic and exciting about characters leaving their old world behind and leaping into somewhere dangerous and different.
It didnât take me long to choose turn-of-the-century Chicago, with the lovely White City of the 1893 Columbian Exposition and Worldâs Fair as a backdrop.
Like my heroine Jordan, I studied history, with âScandalous Womenâ such as Catherine the Great and Marie Antoinette showing up in my favorite classes. I love the idea of someone like Jordanâperfectly normal in her own time, longing to rock a few more boats than she really doesâhitting Victorian times with a bang!
I tossed Jordan into the White City alongside Nick Tempest, who is himself chafing to break free of the restrictions of wealth and privilege of his time, and upped the ante by sticking them both under a shockingly beautiful marble arch carved with sexually charged images. For Nick and Jordan, the archâs erotic powers are impossible to resist.
Scandal, sex, art and romanceâ¦Sounds like the stuff history is made of!
Happy reading!
Julie Kistler
Julie Kistler is well-known for her fast-paced romantic comedies for the Harlequin Temptation and Harlequin Duets lines. Now sheâs excited to be writing for Harlequin Blazeâand flirting with the past in Scandal , part of the PERFECT TIMING time-travel miniseries. âI love a challenge,â this former RITA>® Award nominee exclaims with a grin. Julie and her husband live in Illinois. Check out Julieâs Web site at www.juliekistler.com.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
How to Be a Scandalous Woman, Rule 1:
Throw out the rules.
J ORDAN A LBRIGHTâS OFFICE DOOR creaked open. âProfessor Albright? Can I ask you something?â
Without even looking up from her laptop, Jordan said automatically, âNo, Catherine the Great did not have sex with a horse. And, no, Marie Antoinette was not a âmajor ho-bag,â as somebody put it last week.â She smiled as she glanced at the young woman hovering in the doorway. âAnything else you want to know, youâll have to come to class. And Iâm not Professor Albright. Just Jordan, okay?â
But the student lingered, shifting her weight to her other platform sandal. âHow did you know what I was going to ask?â
Jordan tried to be patient. âItâs not hard. Iâm only teaching one class this semester. Scandalous Women 101. Everybody wants to know the same thing.â
âAnd youâre sure Catherine the Great never, you know, did it with a horse?â the girl persisted.
âYes, Iâm sure.â With that, Jordan turned her attention back to the display on her computer screen, trying not to be frustrated by this latest in a series of interruptions.
âThanks, Professor Albright.â The student ducked into the hallway, already moving on.
âCome to class, okay?â Jordan called out after her. This time she didnât bother to correct the âprofessorâ thing. At twenty-six she was only a few years older than some of her students, so she kind of enjoyed being called âprofessorâ every now and again, even if she hadnât really achieved that status yet. Nope. Just a lowly grad student. A lowly grad student working desperately to get her PhD sooner rather than later.
Jordan heard footsteps patter down the wood floor of the hallway as the student departed.
Thank goodness. Now if only she could concentrate long enough to figure out a decent ending to the damn dissertation that had been plaguing her for the better part of four years.