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When strong-willed historian Amara Blake discovers a strange golden object in an old English manor, her life changes dramatically. She is suddenly transported back over 200 years to 18th-century England, a time filled with danger and hidden secrets. Rescued by the charming, mysterious and strikingly handsome Lord James Harrington, Amara feels an undeniable attraction, her sharp modern humor contrasting with his noble demeanor. while the artifact pulses with strange energy and their feelings and desire for each other deepens, they realize their destinies are linked in ways they cannot fully understand.
 As their romance grows and challenges arise, Amara learns a shocking fact: her presence in the past is disrupting time itself. With the scheming Lady Eleanor trying to plot her downfall, a dangerous rival after the artifact for his selfish and dark purposes, and ominous messages from the artifact, Amara faces a tough decision: remain and risk the destruction of the man she loves dearly, or return to her own time and lose him forever.  

Time-Traveling Lovers is a captivating story of forbidden love, hidden dangers, and the powerful bond that transcends time. Will Amara and James find a way to connect across the ages, or will their love be lost to history forever?

Time-Traveling Lovers

The gown was stunning, a rich sapphire blue that sparkled under the lights. As Amara gazed at her reflection, she could hardly recognize the elegant figure before her, her hair styled in a sophisticated up do.

When she made her way down the stairs, James awaited her arrival. For a fleeting moment, his usual composed demeanor wavered as his eyes roamed over her.

"You look…" He cleared his throat. "Acceptable." She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Careful, Lord Harrington. You're almost giving me a compliment."

The grand hall buzzed with lively music and animated conversations, chandeliers illuminating the space with a warm golden hue.

As they entered, Amara felt the weight of curious gazes upon her, James guiding her gently with a hand at her lower back.

It quickly became clear that she was in over her head. The nobles were polished, their words sharp, and their smiles even sharper. Yet, she refused to let their scrutiny intimidate her, responding to their intrigue with her own wit and charm.

Eleanor swept in like a tempest, her gown a striking crimson that mirrored the malice in her smile. "Amara, isn't it?" she said with feigned sweetness. "How bold of James to bring… someone like you."

Amara's smile remained unbroken. "Bold or wise? Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference." Eleanor's eyes narrowed, but her mask of civility held firm. "Enjoy your evening, dear. It might be your only opportunity."

After a waltz that left Amara breathless, James led her to a quiet balcony. The cool night air was refreshing, and the sight of the moonlit gardens was enchanting. "You're holding your own," James remarked, his tone softer than usual.

"Given that I'm surrounded by snakes?" she retorted, earning a faint smile from him.

"You're more than capable of dealing with them," he replied, his gaze unwavering. "But Eleanor is… relentless. Stay vigilant."

Amara turned to him, her heart racing as she met the intensity in his eyes. "Why do you care?"

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Because you're not what I anticipated, and yet I find myself hopelessly drawn to you.

The First Ball