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| − | [[Category:Category Romance]][[Category:Time Travel]] | + | [[Category:Category Romance]][[Category:Time Travel]][[Category:1993 Releases]] |
* '''Author''': [[Heather Graham Pozzessere]] | * '''Author''': [[Heather Graham Pozzessere]] | ||
* '''Publisher''': [[Shadows|Silhouette Shadows]] [[Shadows By The Numbers|# 1]] | * '''Publisher''': [[Shadows|Silhouette Shadows]] [[Shadows By The Numbers|# 1]] | ||
| − | * '''Year''': | + | * '''Year''': 1993 |
* '''Setting''': | * '''Setting''': | ||
| − | * '''Amazon Listing''' - | + | * '''Amazon Listing''' - [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373270011/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 The Last Cavalier] |
| − | [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373270011/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 The Last Cavalier] | ||
The battle was raging the air hot with smoke, loud with rifle fire. Then the air turned dim with an eerie mist, and for Jason Tarkenton, captain in the Confederate cavalry, the true nightmare began. | The battle was raging the air hot with smoke, loud with rifle fire. Then the air turned dim with an eerie mist, and for Jason Tarkenton, captain in the Confederate cavalry, the true nightmare began. | ||
Revision as of 00:42, 8 September 2007
- Author: Heather Graham Pozzessere
- Publisher: Silhouette Shadows # 1
- Year: 1993
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing - The Last Cavalier
The battle was raging the air hot with smoke, loud with rifle fire. Then the air turned dim with an eerie mist, and for Jason Tarkenton, captain in the Confederate cavalry, the true nightmare began.
Vickie was today's woman dressed like yesterday's, wearing Yankee garb to play a part. But playacting ended when a Reb stepped out of the mist and took her prisoner--for real.
They never should have met, never should have battled—never should have loved. But something had gone wrong with time itself, weaving together past and present like torn threads of a tattered tapestry. Something had gone wrong, and in mending such shredded silk, their loves--and their lives--might be the final sacrifice.
