Romance

Rosanna Harlow has just come out of the worst year of her life. 2005 was the pits. She lost her job, was ripped off by her feral cousins and she broke her big toe trying to do home renovations on the cheap. All she wants now is a peaceful, prosperous 2006 with no problems or excitement. The last thing Rosanna Harlow needs is the darkly attractive Archer McCall turning up on her door step telling her he is a Time Traveler from the year 2049 and that he needs her help to stop her best friend, Prue, from becoming a major drug lord. Sure he does. Yet, she soon discovers the Time Traveler is not mad and he is indeed telling her the truth. So why her? It’s not like she’s Wonder Woman or anything. She has no special powers. If she had, she would have used them long before this to sort out her own life.

The evil of one woman will bring Rosanna Harlow the enduring love that she never knew she needed. But will she survive 2006 to be with Archer? Will their efforts to save the future be in vain?

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Archer pulled Rosanna to the sofa. He sat down and patted the soft fabric beside him. His smile was teasingly suggestive. He knew Rosanna was completely on edge. That was understandable. A strange man who travelled through time wanted her to strip and pretend to be lovers to fool her friend. Not something most people would take easily in their stride. Even though he had only known her for moments, Archer knew with a certainty that Rosanna Harlow hated to be forced into doing anything against her will. That was understandable. He liked to be in control as well. As he was now. And she knew it and hated it. He needed her to make this plan work. Archer removed his shirt and waited for her to join him.

Bloody hell! Rosanna found herself swallowing hard. This went way beyond acting like lovers. This stranger had just removed his shirt, displaying a chest that made her want to lick him, and she had to pretend to be his lover. She pinched herself. No, this was real. She was awake. She sat down beside the bare-chested man and tried to look anywhere but the hair-toughened torso that magnetically compelled her gaze.

“Take your shirt off.”

“What?” He may as well have asked her to swim a crocodile-infested river as this seemed to be just as unbelievable a request.

“You have a bra on, don’t you?” Archer smiled softly. Who knew someone who talked so tough was really deep down shy.

Rosanna crossed her arms over her full breasts. Suddenly she did not want his attention riveted on them. “Yeah but…”

“Is there a problem?” Her defensive gesture alerted Archer to the fact there certainly was.

“Well yeah. Is taking my shirt off necessary?”

“Do you always make love fully clothed?”

Yes, of course, at that moment she would go red in the face. That was the way life worked. To be embarrassed right at the moment you didn’t want to be. Again, thank you, life, she thought. “I don’t even know you.” But here you are all hot and half naked, from 2049, in my lounge room telling me to take off my shirt. Yeah right.

Archer smiled widely at her pink, flushed face. It told him so many things. All the things that she tried to keep hidden below the surface. The insecurities, fear and innocence. “You’d wear less at the beach…you know, a bikini.”

Rosanna snorted in an unladylike fashion. “I would never wear a bikini.” She was well aware she did not have the body for it. Exposing her pale flab to anyone was not something she jumped at doing.

Archer needed to move this along. Prudence Jones would be here any minute. He wanted their being together to look convincing. “I didn’t realize you would be so inhibited.” He said the words that he intuitively knew would challenge her.

“I am not!” Okay, she was but Rosanna wasn’t going to be pushed around by the hot, bare-chested time traveler beside her.

“Prove it then. Take your shirt off.” Archer leaned in closer and looked challengingly into her eyes. The woman was pissed off at him, his words and the whole situation. “Are you scared?”

“Oh for God’s sake!” Rosanna grabbed the bottom of her red t-shirt and pulled it straight over her head. “Happy now?” Sure, she had on a simple white lace bra but suddenly it did not seem like adequate clothing with Archer’s eyes on her. She re-crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to look casual. It wasn’t working.

“Ecstatic.” If this wasn’t so important, Archer would have liked to have pushed this woman further just to see how far he could. There was wild passion simmering barely below the surface.