About the book

Milesian immortal Chancemont LeBlanc is determined to avenge his sister’s death at the hands of Dark Prince Pestale, who remains free after the war between the Seelie Fae and the Dark Fae. Nothing will stop Chance from fulfilling his mission of vengeance, not even the time barrier.
The queen of the Seelie Fae has other ideas, however, and she sends Princess Royce to make sure Pestale is captured, not killed. Royce would rather spend time with the human family she has grown to love, but she has broken the rules one time too many, and Queen Aaibhe wants her to grow up and act like the Seelie royal she is!
Royce doesn’t want to be part of Chance’s team. He most definitely doesn’t want her on his team, and from the start—fireworks.
Chance has Pestale on the run, but after seeing the beautiful princess with the flaming red hair, Pestale has decided Royce must be his. A hunter becomes the hunted …
Purposes will collide—Through Time-Pursuit

An excerpt from the book

All she knew was that she wanted the kiss to go on and on

Royce looked around and saw a huge, muscular, amazingly handsome male, naked to the waist but for a leather strap across his chest that held the death sword sheathed at his back. He wore leather pants—in fact, she thought with her mouth dropping, he wore them very well!
The next thing she knew she was picked up by the waist and brought up close to his body. She stared, stunned for the moment. His blond mass of thick waves blew around his face in the breeze, and his tattoos were intricate and spoke of a mixture of Dark and Light Magic. As his blue eyes scanned her own, her brain jumbled into freeze position and went blank—totally blank. She could think of nothing to say, certainly not ‘unhand me’. No, those words never came to mind.
He was virile, his voice was deep and intoxicating, and he was in command of himself in a way that gave off sensual vibes.
The princess tried to recover and cleared her throat. However, at that point in their meeting he picked her up cradle-like in his strong arms, and she had to hold onto his neck for balance. She freed one finger and pointed it at his nose as she told him, “Put…me…down.”
“Ye doona want me to do that, do ye, Seelie Fae?”
“I do and now…right now!”
He laughed and set her on her sneakered feet, looked her over, and laughed again.
She made a fist and punched him in his rock-hard stomach. Milesian strength was comparable to Fae strength, and he didn’t flinch. Frustrated she said, “How dare you!” Silently she marveled at her stupidity. How dare you? What was she—from a medieval time?
He ignored it and said, “Ye should be back in Faery. Ye should be doing…lovely things with yer lovely…” He took her fingers and put them to his lips, brushing them with his lips, and she felt her eyelids get lazy. He moved further down her hand to her wrist and placed a warm kiss there and whispered, “… with yer lovely hands. Ye should leave the battle to the warriors who know how to stay alive.”
“I…I…” She was trapped in sensation. His kiss on her fingers had sent shooting stars through her brain, frying all meaningful thought. She was momentarily stunned and refused to admit her overwhelming sexual attraction to this big, blond he-man.
She had to get it together, she told herself and tried speaking once again. “Don’t speak to me like that. You have no idea what I am capable of doing. Perhaps you and Trevor will be pleasantly surprised.”
He grinned a superior grin, and she wanted to slap it off his handsome face. Before she could put thought into action, however, his mouth managed to find her lips, and that was the end of all logic for Princess Royce.
His tongue teased her bottom lip and then entered and tasted her waiting tongue while one hand went to the nape of her neck and drew her closer. She found herself meeting his thrusting, oh so delicious tongue with her own. She found herself bending to his touch, melting against his body.
What are you doing, Royce? A voice inside her head attempted to bring things back to order. Shut up, another voice answered. She didn’t know she had so many females in her brain!
His kiss lasted, or had he moved it into kiss two without her realizing? All she knew was that she wanted the kiss to go on and on. She wanted this feeling to continue to cover her and keep her and, she was damn sure she had never been kissed like this before.
When he released her, his hand moved from the back of her neck down her spine, sending tingles of wondrous shivers through her body. His hand went further and grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her into him with a gruff, determined movement, and he whispered hungrily, “Now that, wee beauty, is what I want to do with ye. That is what ye be made for. So doona ask me to make ye a part of a team out to do one thing, kill…ye weren’t made for killing.”