Forever His by Shelley Thacker

I got this one for free on amazon. I really liked the story. On New Years Eve, Celine leaves the party early. With everything that has happened in the past year she does not feel like celebrating. She has something missing from her life. She sheds her clothes except for her teddy and goes and looks out the window. Celine loves her family home in France. All of a sudden she feels weird.  She wakes up and there is a man in her bed. What has happened?  Soon she realizes she is in 1300 not 1993! What will become of her?

I really liked the characters in this book.  They were well written.  You could just feel their love for one another. I also liked how easily Celine helped the lives of the servants by "inventing" gadgets to make their tasks easier.

From the author:

On New Year’s Eve, she tumbles 700 years back in time–and into the bed of a darkly handsome stranger.

Sir Gaston de Varennes wanted a docile bride who would fit into his plans for vengeance and justice, but a trick of time finds him married to a thoroughly modern American lady who turns his castle, his life, and his heart upside down. Will her desperate secret tear them apart after only a few bittersweet weeks of stolen passion — or will they conquer mistrust, treachery, and time itself to discover a love that spans the centuries?

WINNER of the National Readers Choice Award: Best Historical Romance of the Year

Excerpt:

France, 1300

“I do not remember taking you to bed last night.” He yawned and stretched and sat back down on the mattress. “Though I cannot say I regret it. Noisy though you may be, you felt most pleasing curled beside me.”

He chuckled, a low sound that did an odd little dance down Celine’s back and made her suddenly, uncomfortably aware of the warm spot on her shoulder where he had kissed her.

“You did not take me to bed!” she corrected.

“Truly, ma petite? It was you who seduced me, then?”

“No! I–”

“Come seduce me again.” He fell back on the pillows.

“Absolutely not!” Celine groped her way along the wall, trying to feel her way to the door. “Look, whoever you are, it sounds like you had too much to drink at the party. Maybe there was a power failure or something and you wandered into the wrong room by mistake.”

A power failure. That made sense. It would explain why there wasn’t a speck of light. Or heat. The air was so cold, it gave her goose bumps and stung her throat every time she inhaled. The furnace must have gone out.

He sighed and yawned again. “As I told you before, demoiselle, the chamber is mine.”

It took Celine a moment to realize that the wall felt strange: her hand encountered nothing but cold, clammy, bare stone. The paintings and tapestries that had hung in her room were missing. She tried to find the light switch. It wasn’t where it was supposed to be, either.

Suddenly her cheeks heated with an embarrassing thought: maybe he was right about this chamber being his. Maybe she was the one who had stumbled into the wrong room!

She didn’t remember getting into bed. In fact, the last thing she remembered was looking through her purse for an aspirin, then stepping toward the window as the moon went black. Rays of silver-white light had glanced off the glass and blinded her, sent her reeling, then …

She couldn’t remember anything after that. It was entirely possible that she had staggered out of her room, into the maze of corridors–and into the room of another party guest.

She turned back toward the stranger she couldn’t see in the darkness. “Monsieur,” she said tentatively, a bit chastened. “Perhaps I’m the one who made a mistake. I–I don’t remember–”

“Nay, protest no more, little one,” he interrupted, his voice easing into a low, coaxing tone. “Does it matter how we came to be together? You are here, I am here, the bed is here. You felt warm and soft beside me.”

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Pages: 418

Published: 2013