28 Days of Heart Author- Cornelia Amiri

My name’s Cornelia Amiri, I write Celtic/Romances about long swords, hot heroes, and warrior women. I’m calling all warriors at heart to join the battle against heart disease by reading a romance from All Romance Ebooks 28 days of Heart Campaign. One will be released each day of February so you can read all 28.

My story will be released February 20th, TIMELESS VOYAGE. With the purchase of Timeless Voyage and any of the 28 Days of Heart Ebooks, all proceeds benefit the American Heart Association. As you read about the strong hearted warrior woman, Anwen, remember you are a warrior as well as your purchase helps AHA battle heart disease.

Love isn’t bound by the limits of time…
Off the mist shrouded coast of Ireland, a pagan lady-pirate, Anwen, captures the enemy, a Roman, Titus Rufius Kaeso. The Celtic warrior woman presses her hard iron dagger against Kaeso’s throat, but her arm does not obey the will to slay him. From time out of mind, memories of fated lovers, druids, and sacrifice, stay her hand. Kaeso is also captivated by dreams of the woman he loved in a previous life, the mirror image of Anwen. But in this lifetime they are foes, Roman and Celt. Can Anwen and Kaeso steer their timeless voyage to a happy destiny or will they be robbed of love once more?
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Excerpt:
Feeling heat on her neck from someone gazing hard at her, she wheeled around and spotted a shadowy figure. Rushing forward, with a flick of her wrist, she pressed her dagger against the man’s throat.

The full moon glowed on her catch. His hair shone like spun sunlight that streamed down a stone smooth face adorned with deep sea-blue eyes. “Lugh, the sun god?”

He gestured for her to release the blade so he could speak. She slid the sharp dagger down to his chest.

Looking her straight in the eye, he rasped, “Assassin, I ask your name before you send me to the Elysian Fields.”

How can a Roman be so handsome? She clutched the dagger tighter. “I am Anwen, a druid novice of Ynys Mon.”

He let out a sharp laugh. “The old governor slew the druids of Ynys Mon. They are all dead.”

“I survived.”

He flashed a row of white teeth as he grinned. “Good fortune then, and now you have a cargo of wine and fish sauce. Take it all, but leave me my ship and crew. They are
worth nothing to you.”

“I think not. Your voyage ends here.” When she tried to stab the Roman, her arm hung heavy and she couldn’t move it. Startled and shocked, she swallowed. Jerking her head toward her crew, she yelled, “Breccan, Casnar, Torna, tie up the prisoner.”

“What say you?” Starn the Stout balked at her order.
Her captive’s extraordinary eyes, fathomless as the sea, drew her to him. Thoughts swam in her head. I do not know him. Even if I did, he’s a Roman. What is wrong with me?