Perchance to Love

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Candace Richards finds herself pushed through a doorway in time back to 16th century England via a freak strike of lightning. She meets the handsome and arrogant Baron Ashton Laurent who seems to have stepped out of her most erotic fairy tale. He’s tall, dark and handsome and thinks she’s a damsel in distress…well almost. He's enthralled by her as she is of him, but he is suspicious. There is serious trouble brewing in the land and she just might be part of it. But despite the looming danger, and Ashton’s betrothed, Candace can’t help falling for the baron even if it means getting in the middle of one madman’s plot of revenge and death.


Published: 02/2012
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 61,161
Genre: Paranormal/Time Travel Romance
Rating: Spicy/Erotica
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)


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Mahogany Browne


© Copyright by Mahogany Browne, February 2012
© Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, February 2012
ISBN 978-1-60394-676-6
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Electra started barking.

“Stop it, Electra,” Candace said trying to keep the canine still. The horses were getting edgy. The last thing she needed was to be trampled by a startled horse. Maybe she had stumbled upon some medieval fair. Then again, maybe not. The clothing these men wore looked more authentic than anything she had seen outside of a history book. And they were speaking a weird version of French. She could barely understand them. The man closest to her dismounted, and started towards her. She tensed. He was thin and tall with a proud Roman nose set between pale blue eyes. His long, dark hair looked greasy. His beard and moustache were in desperate need of a trim and a good washing. Actually, all of him needed a good washing.

Electra escaped from Candace’s arms, and ran towards the man. He stopped as she barked at him. He kicked out at her. Candace yelled when the man’s boot connected with Electra’s body. The force of the kick sent the little dog into the dense bushes.

“You bastard! She was only trying to protect me!”

Candace dropped her bags to go after her dog. She was sure Electra was hurt. She felt an arm on hers. The man had her arm in an iron grip. She tried to pull away, but he held on. She kicked out at his knee. When he didn’t let go, she kicked him in the groin, hard. He loosened his grip, and she pushed him away from her.

“If you value your life, you will stop,” the other man said in English.

She turned to see that the other man had dismounted. He leveled his sword at her. He was a lot bigger off his horse. He walked up to her towering over her by a foot. She caught a whiff of stale sweat, horse and leather.

So, he did speak English. She wouldn’t let on that she kinda understood his version of French. “I have to get my dog. She might be hurt. Now, get out of my way,” she said, and tried to move past him.

The man didn’t respond, but stopped her with his sword. He raised an eyebrow at her in warning. Then he looked towards the other man. “Take her things, Wulf,” he said in French.

Wulf straightened up, adjusting himself. “Shall she ride with me as well?” he snarled.

“She will ride with me.”

“Suppose she is part of an ambush? Or what is happening in the other manors. We still do not know who is behind all of this.”

“If she were, we would have been engaged by her cohorts by now,” he said looking around. “She is alone. Take her belongings.”

Wulf walked up to where she had dropped her bags. He headed back to his horse passing by her. She heard him whisper ‘bitch’ as he passed.

“What about my dog?” she asked the man with the sword.

He turned to her, his eyes moving over her. “What is your name?” he asked reverting back to English.

“Why should I tell you anything?”

“Because I can kill you where you stand,” he said calmly.

“Candace Richards. And you are Sir Lancelot maybe?”

“You will address him by his title of Baron,” Wulf snapped.

She turned to him. He spoke English too. “I was just joking.”

“Impudent retch,” Wulf growled. He threw down her bags and headed over to her.


“But my lord, she is being disrespectful. A man in your position…”

“I will deal with her.”