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                "The Garden Swing" in Second Time Around

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                Tess Murphy loves hearing stories from her elderly patient, Emmeline. When the woman dies, she leaves a dilapidated Victorian house that may be more trouble than it's worth. But when Tess tries out an old, unique swing in the garden, she hurtles back in time, and to the arms of the house's handsome owner, Hugh MacAllister. She faces the hardest choice of her life: to return to her own time, or to stay and become a part of history.

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                "Erin E. M. Hatton transpires a story that is worth reading again. I love the ambiance spun around Tess and her journey back into time. This is a story truly composed from the heart."

                Cherokee
                Coffee Time Romance & More

                "Lots of surprises and tough choices are made in this short story. Leaves you thinking, how far would you go for true love?"

                Dreamweaver
                Night Owl Romance

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                  “Oh, aye,” he said in a casual tone.  “You’re quite unlike any woman I’ve ever met.”  Then he stopped again and took both her hands.  “I don’t know where you came from, Odessa, and I hope you find your way back if that’s what you want.  But I can’t let you go without saying I hope you’ll stay a while – that I might have the chance to know you better.”

                Tess was stunned speechless.  No man had ever shown so much interest in her before.  Especially one of Hugh’s calibre. 

                “Is that . . . an invitation?” she asked uncertainly.

                “I suppose it is – Jean will house you, if you’re concerned with propriety.”  He cleared his throat as a wave of crimson spread up his neck.

                “I guess I could stay,” she said softly, hardly daring to believe the possibilities.  “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

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