Losing Time — Chris Karlsen

Can love survive the wrong time and place?
Felicia Wycliff's peaceful stroll through the woods turned to disaster when her dachshund bolted after a rabbit. One minute Felicia was running after the determined little dog, the next she was hurled to the ground. Gathering her wits after her tumble, she brushed herself off and continued her pursuit -- -right into three mounted knights who blocked her path.
They were so authentic looking. They might've stepped from the keep of the nearby castle, Elysian Fields. But the old Norman fortress was a ruin and had been for three hundred years.
"Seize her," the middle knight ordered, the knight who sat tallest in the saddle.
"Let me go." She fought, striking out when the two knights grabbed her. "Who the deuce are you?"
"I'm the Captain of the Baron's Guard, and you are trespassing."
Kidnapped, her confusion and fear consumed her. But when they rode through the gates of Elysian Fields, the castle looking as formidable as the date it was built, her terror exploded.
When she fell she knew exactly where she was. But where the devil had she landed?