It's About Time — Charlotte Douglas

Who'd been sleeping in her bed?

When Tory Caswell attended her sister's wedding in a magical old Victorian resort, her mind was filled with images of bouquets and garters. But when she awakened the next morning, she thought she was still dreaming. Because a gray-eyed hunk was sharing her pillow!

Rand Trent had drunk some brandy the previous night, but not that much: He could never have forgotten sleeping in the arms of such a gorgeous woman. But was Tory Caswell sane? After all, the instant she got a second look at Rand, she started proclaiming that it was 1995--when he knew good and well that it was the 1800s....