The Forbidden Enchantment
Magnolia Cove, Frenchman's Island, South Carolina June, present day
He should have stayed dead.
That would have been preferable to this living hell. Captain Sullivan Fouquet plastered a brittle smile on his face and told himself he must not, under any circumstances, show his pain, or his fear.
Did he say fear? Non. More like apprehension. Unease. Nervousness.
Captain Sullivan Fouquet feared nothing in this world. At least not until.
Damnation. Tyree would be able to tell him what to do, how to act. What to be wary of in this strange new time and place and what should be ignored.
Blast the blighter for leaving on his honeymoon now, when Sully needed him most.
"You okay, Chief?"
"Aye," Sully said, gingerly catching the traveling case the man whose name was Jeremy Swift handed down from the huge red conveyance Sully had just descended from himself. "Yes," he corrected himself, and cautiously tested the strength of his weakened knees. That had been quite a ride.
Swift passed him down his walking stick and Sully leaned on it gratefully. No need for his men to know careening down the road i ... read full excerpt from The Forbidden Enchantment ebook
