New Rose for the Vintage Rose Line- One Enchanted Summer

Hi everyone,
I just recieved my blog invite so figured I'd drop by. I haven't really used blogger in a while, since I mostly blog @ my my space page, but I love being a member of a group blog. So I'll drop by when I can :-).
My recently contracted tale, One Enchanted Summer, was orginally an entry in the Through the Garden Gate contest. Almost made it in. Anna D'Arclon told me I would have won second place if there were a second place prize and asked me to revise the beginning for publication on it's own since she loved Deana and Tristan so much. I loved that since I wanted to do more with Tristan's family and my villain, the evil spy Sascha. So I worked on my revisions, resubmitted, and then my sweet and lovely editor, Miranda King, sent me an early Christmas gift- A contract!
Here's an excerpt and blurb from my vintage rose time travel romance. Hope you'll enjoy it and I'm thrilled to be member of the garden.
Deana Curtis, a young law-school student vacationing in Manchester, England is shocked to find herself in 1962, when she makes a wish on a golden amulet to meet her childhood crush- Tristan Wallace. Armed with the knowledge of Tristan’s bleak future, can she stop the sexy spy/ rock star from mysteriously disappearing?
A part of Tristan wants to believe that the golden haired pixie is telling the truth, but her story sounds insane. Could she truly be a time-traveler who made a wish to help him? As he grows closer to Deana, he not only believes her, but worries that he cannot protect her from his evil enemy- a communist spy named Sascha Pope.

Deana smiled as Tristan packed three fully loaded bags into the trunk of his Ferrari. “I cannot thank you enough for buying me an entire wardrobe.” She didn’t exactly count on time-traveling and leaving her purse and traveler’s checks inside the manor in 2007. However, Tristan was a true gentleman and had offered to pay for everything. “If I can find a way to pay you back, I will.”
“Don’t bother yourself over it. I rather enjoyed the way you modeled each dress for me as you stepped out of the fitting room. You looked prettier than a summer’s day with each one you tried on.”
Her jaw dropped. He actually complimented her? The man she had gawked at every day when she looked at her mother’s Acid Moon album cover had just said the sweetest thing to her. Maybe Tristan wasn’t really such a grouch after all.
“T-thank y-you. You have no idea how much that means to me coming from you.”
He shut the trunk and turned to face her. She melted and dove straight into those pools of blue when his gaze met with hers. “I mean it, Deana. I might think you are a bit daft, but you are the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time.”
She couldn’t breathe. Oh God, he leaned his head and his lips were so close. Her knees wobbled and she wondered if she could kiss him without passing out. Then it struck her that he’d just called her crazy.
“I don’t know if you should kiss a daft woman.” She turned her head.
He gently stroked her cheek, forcing her to face him. “I only said you were a little daft. That’s not a bad thing. Even my mum acts like a bit of a loon from time to time. I like it- makes you spirited and fun to be with. I want to kiss the slightly daft, very beautiful woman standing before me.”
She laughed. “Since you put it that—”
He cut her off with his mouth. Tristan pulled her close enough that she could feel the hardness of his chest and inhale his spicy, woodsy scent. He was lean and hard all over, just the way a real man should be. His kissing technique surpassed every expectation. He knew just how to duel with her tongue and he tasted like peppermint. Her wish really had come true, until the sudden blast of gunfire broke the spell and a bullet whizzed by just inches away from both of them.
“Bloody hell ...” Tristan pushed her away. “Go. Get into the car. Now!”
Not wanting to argue at a moment like this, she jumped into his Ferrari without even opening the door. In a flash, he took his seat and gripped his keys.
Her heart pounded in her chest and her fingers trembled as she touched his shoulder. “D-do y-you think ... whoever shot at us ... are they still here?”
“I don’t know. I don’t intend to stay here and find out.” He started up the car and slammed his foot on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as he could.