"4 Ribbons!...A hot time travel fantasy—adventure that had my nerves stretched like piano wire...The pacing and plot was perfectly rounded for a novella, and didn’t leave me feeling that I’d been cheated out of a longer story...Filled with sensual debauchery and engaging emotion. I really liked the way the author framed the time travel aspect and the resolution, and I loved the variety of characters… I really couldn’t put it down, and I love that in a story. There are a lot of great details about behavior and dress in the 18th century as well...I definitely recommend this to anyone looking for a rainy afternoon escape into adventure and passion."--Maria, Romance Junkies
"The premise of this book is very intriguing, and the plot is solid and believable."--Lindy, Two Lips Reviews
"A Rating Of 5!...Christiane France is a wonderful writer. I love how Time Shift flows, and keeps its pace throughout the book. Every detail is wonderful. She brings to life what it might be like to time travel back to France in the 18th century. Her characters are wonderfully written and a wonderful story line to read."--Barbara W., Enchanting Reviews
"4 Roses!...A story that takes place in two time frames--both full of excitement and intrigue. Christine France has done it again, brought us intrigue and passion like nothing you have felt before. Just pick up this book and you will see what I do...Christine France is not an author to miss."--Deb, Sensual Reads Book Reviews
...“Ah, so we meet again, my dear mademoiselle,” de Vernnay murmured, stroking Mariette’s knee under cover of the tablecloth, as if she were his exclusive property and touching her his God-given right.
“Do you mind?” she hissed through clenched teeth, moving her knee out of his reach. “I am not available,” she added, hoping that was the right thing to say in the circumstances. “My patron…umm…my protector…”
He smiled. A rather oily, knowing smile that gave her the creeps. “You mean your lover, mademoiselle?”
“Whatever.” Mariette took a sip of wine in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. If someone was sitting on her other side, she could strike up a conversation with them and ignore de Vernnay. But, as had happened every day since she’d been here, lunch was not well attended, and the nearest person, a man sitting three seats away, appeared to be either sick or half asleep.
“So, where is he?” de Vernnay inquired, resting a hand on Mariette’s thigh.
“This lover you say you have.”
“He’s away on business. He went to the coast. Calais, I think.”
The pressure of de Vernnay’s hand increased, and Mariette held her breath. “A long journey like that is not without hazard, mademoiselle. Many dangers lie in wait along the way.”
“So I hear.” She tried to ease herself away from his touch. But, instead of retreating the way she hoped, his hand moved to the juncture of her thighs and, to her annoyance, began groping her through her clothes.
Before she could push him away and leave, the groping stopped and his hand was under her dress, making straight for her pussy. He hooked his foot around the leg of her chair to keep her immobile, and his fingers probed her bush, trying to slide their way inside. She kept her knees pressed tightly together, but still the disgusting creature wouldn’t give up. Finally, by sheer force, he managed to push the tip of one finger between her legs and press it against her wetness.
After wiggling the finger against her clit for a few seconds, he removed it, inspected the glistening digit and then proceeded to taste the wetness with his tongue.
“You are quite delicious, my dear. Sweet as honey,” he whispered as he resumed the attack by pushing his hand back under her skirt and pulling hard on her pubic hairs. “Let me in, mademoiselle. If we are to enjoy this, I must insist you open your legs un peu. I want to fuck you with my finger, yes? ”
Mariette kept still as a statue while her mind darted in a dozen different directions. She couldn’t scream and she couldn’t run. And she sure as hell couldn’t stand to have him touching her like this. Just then, the silverware beside her plate caught her attention, reminding her she wasn’t completely helpless.
After grabbing one of the forks, she stabbed the tines hard against the back of his hand.
“Stop what you are doing at once, sir. Or I will make sure this fork goes through your hand in the same way it would go through a tender piece of filet. I doubt you would enjoy that.”
“On the contrary.” He giggled and withdrew his hand a few inches, but she could see the excitement glittering in his dark eyes. “Do you not know that pain can also be pleasure of the most exquisite kind?”
The realization that the freaky bastard had enjoyed what she’d just done and was now urging her to do him even greater hurt, made Mariette feel ill...