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Finding Home

N.J. Walters

 

Home. The word conjures up different images for everyone. For some it may be a specific place. For others the childhood home they grew up in. Some people equate home with a particular person.

 

That begs the question: What is it that makes a certain place, building or person feel like home? Is it the emotions attached to the place or person, the memories, or the sense of safety associated with it? There are no easy answers.

 

In the entire Tapestries series, what makes up a home is one of the major questions the heroines have to deal with. After all, they’re thrust from their world and everything that is familiar to them into the strange land of Javara with even stranger customs (brothers having to share a woman). So what would make them give up everything they know, give up their homes and the lives they’ve built, and make the decision to leave it all behind for this new world?

 

That is where the question of what is home comes into play. In Strands of Love, Samantha Calloway is struggling to hold on to her family farm. It’s all she has left of her family. It’s her home. What can entice her to even consider giving it all up for another land?

 

Love.

 

Because when it comes down to it, that’s what home is all about. It’s the place we feel loved and safe. It’s the place where the people who love us live.

 

Home can change over the years as a person grows and circumstances change, but at its base, home is always about love.

 

Blurb:

Seventh in the Tapestries series.

Samantha Calloway is desperately working to keep her farm from financial ruin. It’s the only thing she has left from her deceased family and she’s determined to make it a success at any cost.
Darian and Jace Hunter live in a world where women are in short supply and brothers must share. The magic tapestry has always brought a potential tapestry bride to Javara, but this time it transports the two brothers to a strange land.
When Samantha finds two strangers on her land she doesn’t believe their stories of magic tapestries and other worlds. But when she suddenly finds herself in Javara, she doesn’t know what to believe. And when the tapestry transports them all back to her farm, Sam has a choice. She must decide if she will be true to her family and their legacy or if she will abandon it all for a chance at love.

A Romantica® time travel erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

EXCERPT:

 

Had they offended the gods in some way? The sorceress who’d created the tapestry?

 

What would happen to their mother, their people and Hunter Keep when they did not return home? Thankfully, no one would miss them for a day or two. If the tapestry worked as it normally did, it would return within three days and they could go home. Until then, all they had to do was survive. He refused to consider any other outcome. Once again, he wished he had his sword. Unfortunately, it was back in Javara with the horses. They had no food, no water and no idea where they were.

 

“This happened once before, didn’t it?” Darian broke the silence. Jace could tell his brother had been mulling over the same things he had. “Marc Garen got pulled away to his woman and then brought right back to Javara.”

 

That was the only time in their history that such a thing had happened. Jace didn’t know what was going on here. Why they’d been taken. But the tapestry was gone and they appeared to be stuck here for the time being.

 

Jace heard a rustling and then the brittle snap of vegetation being trod on by a boot. He grabbed Darian’s arm and dragged him down until they were both crouched among the stalks of grain. It wasn’t much cover, but the brown of their clothing and their blond hair helped them blend.

 

“Damn bank.” A disgruntled female voice reached them and Jace glanced toward his brother, who raised his eyebrow in silent question. He shook his head, indicating they should listen a bit longer before revealing themselves.

 

“And who does George Rawlins think he is, sniffing around my land?”

 

It was obvious the woman was upset. Her voice was deep and husky and Jace wanted to see her, to put a face to the voice. He eased up just enough to catch a glimpse of a tall woman wearing some kind of pants and extremely short tunic. He frowned. The tunic clung to her breasts like a second skin and it was more than obvious she had an ample chest.

 

Her hair was obscured by a strange covering of some kind, the brim blocking the top half of her face from view. He needed a better angle.

 

Suddenly, she froze, her gaze shooting around and landing right on him. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “Crap,” she muttered.

 

Jace slid his knife back into his boot and slowly stood, hands open in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her. She didn’t appear to be armed and she was a lovely creature.

 

Her face was lightly tanned, her lips full, her nose straight. Dark-blue eyes narrowed and anger snapped in them. “Who are you and what are you doing on my land?”

 

Her land? She must be wealthy indeed if she owned land. And where was her man? Her father? It was unheard of for a woman to be alone in their world.

 

Darian stirred beside him and stood. Fear flashed over her face before it was quickly covered by anger. She straightened her shoulders and he felt pride at her courage. He wished her head covering was gone so he could see her hair more clearly.

 

Jace took a step toward her and she held out her hand. “Stop right there, mister. Start talking or I’m calling the sheriff.”

 

Sam’s heart was racing and her palms were sweating. What were these two enormous men doing in her fields? Both of them were tall, well over six feet. Their clothing was identical—leather pants, moccasin-style boots and open vests, which exposed a vast amount of tanned, muscled flesh. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on either of them.

 

She wanted to swallow but dust and fear had made her mouth too dry. Two sets of pale-blue eyes watched her. She felt like a mouse about to be pounced on by a hawk. Make that two hawks. Even their faces were hard and their jaws looked as though they were hewn from granite.

 

The one who’d stood first had a skinny braid on either side of his face. Both had hair so blond it was almost white.

 

“I am called Jace.” At least she had a name for the one with the braids. His nose had a slight bump in it, as though it had been broken at some point in his life. A white scar, about three inches long, bisected his left cheek.

 

Vikings. That’s what they reminded her of. They were even wearing bronze arm and wristbands. They looked as though they should be on the cover of a romance novel, much like the ones she kept under her bed. All they needed were swords to completely pull off the look.

 

“Jace what?” She was pleased with how calm her voice sounded. She slowly pulled her phone out of her back pocket and prayed she could get service from here. It wasn’t always reliable.

 

“Hunter.” It was the other man who spoke. He was slightly shorter than Jace, but no less intimidating. “My name is Darian. Darian Hunter.”

 

He smiled and it made him less intimidating. He looked remarkably like Jace, who was obviously his brother, except his hair was longer, falling to halfway down his back. Jace’s hair hung to just below his shoulders. None of the men around here would wear their hair that long, but it certainly didn’t detract from their masculinity. If anything, it added to it.

 

Buy Links:

Ellora’s Cave:

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Biography

N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.