This title is part of
The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice Series.
Book#3

The Quest: The Legend of Blackbeard's Chalice
by Maddie James

Synopsis:

Jackson Porter seeks to fulfill his mother dying request-and answers about the imaginary lover who haunts his nights. His future, he learns, is in a place called Ohio , miles and centuries away from his barrier island home in 1745. The land is his legacy and belongs to him. His mother urges him to claim it.

In the year 2032, Kari Upton is driven to fight federal sanctions and save her land and her crops. Her upcoming marriage is one of convenience. Marrying Tye Gentry will save her Ohio farmland. There is no other way to gain power than to marry him and ride on his father political coattails to the state legislature.

And all would be perfect if it weren't for those erotic dreams.

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Excerpt:

She brushed past him on her way to the door. Jackson turned to watch her leave. He had no reason not to trust her, to believe what she was saying was the truth, but he didn't want her to go. Not yet.

"You are still wearing your wedding dress."

She stopped and did a slow turn back to face him. "Yes. I...there hasn't been time to change."

"Take it off." He hated to admit how beautiful she looked in the dress. But that beauty was not intended for him. He despised the thought.

Her eyes rounded in surprise. "What?"

"Take it off and never put it on again. It was for another and I don't wish to see you wear it."

Her gaze narrowed. "I will take it off when I get to my room, but it will be cleaned and placed in my closet until the day I marry the man I intended to marry today. Until you had the audacity to interrupt."

"And bloody well good that I did. You cannot marry another. I laid claim to you long ago. You know that as do I. You are mine." There, that should set the matter straight. He neither time nor inclination to woo the woman. He'd already done that. She should know that for herself.

She stepped closer. "You sure have a lot of nerve!" One more step, her index finger reached out and punched him in the chest. Jackson took a surprised half-step back at her approach. It seemed she was angry with him.

"I've just saved your stinking hide and you think you can order me around like some...some milksop who will gravel at your feet to do your bidding? I am not your fiancée, your betrothed, nor your intended. And I am not some chattel you can lay claim to. I am a woman who makes her own decisions. I am a woman with ambition. I am a woman who knows what she wants. And I am a woman who is marrying the man who beat your face to a pulp."

They stood eye-to-eye for a moment. Jackson felt the lance of anxiety build in his chest, constricting his throat. "It is not what you want, m'love."

She whirled and headed for the closet door. "It is!"

Emphatic little spitfire. Perhaps she simply needed tamed. "What you want, is right here. Will be always."

She stopped short and rotated back to look at him. Her icy glare obviously meant to stab. "And if you are lucky," she shot back, "I won't let him kill you."