This book is the sequel to Choices.
Alexander is sent back to present day New York by the magical abilities of a ghost from 1811. On a mission to find Diane O'Hara, he's amazed by the sheer size of Manhattan, but what amazes him more is Diane herself.
Diane doesn't believe the man who claims to know a sister who doesn't exist. But soon her disbelief turns to amazement as she realizes the truth about the past. The sister she never knew has found happiness with a duke in 1811 England. In turn, Alexander has returned in Carla's place. In gratitude, Diane offers Alexander a place to stay until he learns his way around the city.
But it doesn't take her long to realize her generosity is a bad idea, especially when the heat between her and Alex reaches inferno level. She doesn't even know if Alex will fit into her world, and she knows she could never fit into his. But he can't return to 1811, and she certainly doesn't want him to, not after nights of scorching sex and the realization that she's fallen in love with the displaced Englishman.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from In This Life by Rachel Carrington
"Diane! Yoohooo!" The shrill sound of Betty McNabe's voice caused Diane to wince. Standing in the line at the delicatessen, she'd prayed no one in her mother's social circle would see her. Apparently, her spirituality needed some work.
Betty barreled forward like a charging rhino. There was no escape.
Pasting a sickly smile on her face, Diane paused to greet the woman. "Betty, it's nice to see you again. You're looking well." If the billowy black skirt and skin-tight silver shirt which enhanced her rolls could be considered well. The catty thought almost made Diane's smile real.
Betty came to a stop and tapped one finger against her cheek. "Who is that absolutely delicious man sitting in your car?" With a conspiratorial wink, she leaned forward. "When I passed by the window, it was hard for me to take my eyes off of him. He looks scrumptious." She licked her lips to emphasize the point.
Diane barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes but the last thing she wanted to do was piss off the one woman who would go running back to her mother. Not that Betty wouldn't do it anyway. As president of the Manhattan Flower Society and wife to one of the richest men in the city, Betty traveled in the highest of social circles, intimidating those less fortunate than she even though she'd come from the wrong side of the tracks herself. She seemed to have forgotten that part of her past the minute she'd married Harry McCabe. But she'd gotten much more than just a wedding ring. She'd become the official chief executive officer of Manhattan's gossipmongers club.
"So? Are you going to answer me or am I suppose to draw my own conclusions?" Diane gritted her teeth. Betty was good at drawing those conclusions but she'd just have to think what she would. There was no way she was feeding information to this woman, especially when Sandra Morgan was vice-president of the Manhattan Flower Society. "He's a friend."
"Ah." The sound carried a wealth of meaning. "As in a 'friend'?" The added air quotes annoyed Diane further. "With benefits?"
"As in a friend. It's that simple-no hidden meaning." Was she being too emphatic? "Now, if you will excuse me, I really must be going." She needed to get out of here far more than she needed bread.
"Does your friend have a name?"
Diane knew she'd never be able to shut Betty up or get around her girth unless she offered up some small token of information. "His name is Alex Heath and he's visiting from England."
"England?" Betty's voice went up a notch. "Oh, I've always had a thing for Englishmen. They have such charming accents." She fanned her face with one hand. "Is he going to stay awhile? What does he do?"
"Do?" Diane looked at her blankly while her mind raced for a response. She had no idea what Alexander did. Had he even worked in his century?
"Yes, do. I'm thinking my husband and I could use some help with pool." Bushy eyebrows waggled. "If you know what I mean."
Okay, enough was enough. Diane's temper was reaching the boiling point. "I don't really follow his career, Betty. He lives in England."
"And you don't know that much about him, huh?" Betty was practically drooling. "I'm thinking you're not so much friends as..." She stopped, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"We haven't known each other that long." Things were just going from bad to worse.
Betty turned slightly and looked over her shoulder through the glass door. "My, my, my. Could God have been any nicer to that man?"
Enough was enough. "Well, as I said, I really have to--" She broke off at the sound of Betty's squeal.
"Ooooh! How absolutely luscious!"
Diane turned around with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Dear God. Alexander had gotten out of the car and was now stretching like a muscular mountain lion. His bronzed flesh gleamed in the brightness of the sunlight, and the snug-fitting jeans enhanced the leanness of his hips. No wonder Betty McNabe was drooling.
Without saying another word, Diane practically sped out of the deli, positioning her body directly in front of Betty's line of vision. "What do you think you're doing?"
Alexander paused in mid-stretch. "I believe it's called a stretch, my lady."
"Will you get back in the car?" Her voice was a deadly whisper. People were staring, or more accurately, women were staring. Not that she could blame them. With his Nordic good looks and Greek God type of body, Alexander would make a blind woman take notice.
His hands dropped to his sides. "Is stretching not allowed here?"
She shoved his shoulder. "Just get back in the car. I'll explain it on the way home. On the way to my home, I mean." When he didn't budge, she thumped him. "I said get back in the damned car."
One eyebrow lifted in amusement. "What vexes you so much?"
With a low huff of breath, Diane stormed around the front of the car. "Forget it. Stand here and draw a crowd for all I care. I have things to do." Please God, let him get in the car. She breathed out a sigh of relief when Alexander slid into the passenger seat and tugged the door closed.
"What has you so riled?"
Gritting her teeth, Diane turned the key in the ignition. "I'm not riled," she finally responded. "Betty saw you."
"Who is this Betty and why should it worry you that she saw me?"
"Because she'll ask questions and she's in the flower society with my mother."
Alexander's brows beetled which told her he wasn't following, but at the present, Diane didn't care. Let him figure it out for himself. Right now, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes on the road and off the tight bulge between his legs.