Time Tracker


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Frozen then awakened after a thousand years—Kell is unprepared for modern life. Allie is only supposed to help him adjust. But some things, like falling in love, never change. 

The attraction between them is sudden and strong. Then Allie discovers what the army really wants to do with Kell, and suddenly time is running out. In the middle of the Arctic Circle, surrounded by hundreds of miles of snow and ice, it’s now up to Kell to use his skills of survival to save them both, and to acknowledge the love growing between them.

Tracker and bounty hunter Bruce Steele is hired to find Kell and Allie. He’s never failed. But this time, fate plays a vicious trick on him, and after an accident, he awakens in the far future on a space station with two slight problems—a raging hard-on and an android with nuclear sex-appeal. But the bigger problems—there’s no need for a tracker on a space station, and the android he’s come to love is slated for demolition. But no problem is too big for Steele. Determined to carve a place for himself in the ultra-technical world of the future, he’s decided to save his adorable, pedantic android…and find a place for both of them in a world he doesn’t understand.

Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Totally Bound Publishing.

General Release Date: 11th April 2017


Time Storm

Ian’s loss at sea left Heather shattered. Now she’s come to say goodbye. But her love defies time, and a sudden storm transports her to 1770…and Ian.

“When Ian was lost at sea, it left Heather heart-broken because not only was he her childhood hero, but he was her one true love. Mourning for ten years brings her to the place where Ian was last staying at before a storm sweeps him off to sea. Her hopes are to find peace for her heart and put the past behind her. Finding herself caught up within a freak storm at sea brings her to the year 1770, and into the arms of the man that owns her heart. Love knows no time and time seems to know when two hearts are meant to be. Caught in a distant past with their future uncertain, Ian and Heather must find a way to cross time together or forever be lost to the time storm.

Samantha Winston has penned a beautiful romance that touches the heart of the reader with this story that crosses the barriers of time. Aptly named, Time Storm unleashes the passion between our main characters, all the while time barriers are broken to create an exciting read. Ms. Winston brings the heart of her characters to the reader and fills you with stormy emotions and a satisfying read. Enjoy!”

~ Reviewed by Susan for Goodreads.

Battle’s Bride

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  • Length:Fling
  • ISBN:1-59632-098-2
  • Genre:Time Travel, Fantasy & Paranormal

Kay goes to Scotland after just one thing — a hot Scottish man, preferably in a kilt. She doesn’t count on finding her dream man three hundred years in the past. Battle is the Lord of the manor, a man who takes his duties to his village and castle seriously. Then he meets a woman from the future and suddenly his world is tipped upside-down. What starts out as a plot to save his castle turns into a disaster.  Kay warns him that his clan is doomed, and the only way to save them all is to strike out across the sea for the New World. But facing a feisty woman from the future and a far-off foreign land is nothing compared to the problems of a curse, a witch, and a nervous groom.


“There’s no place like home,” whimpered the woman in his arms.

“Aye, that’s the truth,” Battled agreed. She looked pale, and her lips had started to turn blue with cold. He sighed and hugged her closer. “We’re almost home. Only another hour.”

Her eyes flew open. Green and brown, and as clear as water running over mossy stones. And terrified.

“There now, don’t go having hysterics again. I’ll get you home soon, and you’ll tell me how you came to be in Maevis’s place on the bonfire.” As he spoke, he wrapped his heavy woollen blanket around them both. The thick, boiled wool was nearly waterproof, and soon the combined warmth of their bodies stopped her shivering.

He pulled the wool a little higher, so that her head was covered, and turned his horse toward home. His horse knew the way and picked up its pace, breaking into a ground-eating canter.

“I never rode a horse before,” said the woman. She sounded a bit odd.

“Are you all right?” Battle looked down at her.

She blinked. “Fine, thank you. This is the most amazing dream I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of being tied to a bonfire or wrapped in a woolen tent before.”

“Aye, well, why don’t you try to rest a bit? Close your eyes and go to sleep.” Battle hitched her up a bit more, as she’d started to slide off his lap. She didn’t weigh much, and he was strong enough to carry her all the way home. He’d done this before with a heifer with a broken leg, and it was far easier carrying a soft, agreeably scented woman. Her perfume, a light fragrance that reminded him of spring flowers, tickled his nose.

“I must be in a very deep coma,” came her voice again. “And if I’m dreaming, it’s all right to say that you’re a very handsome guy.”

“The name’s Battle, not Guy,” said Battle. He shifted again. Her scent and the feel of her warmth and soft curves made his cock stiffen. In their position, it pressed right up against her buttocks. He tried not to think about that. He tried to think of things that would make his unruly cock calm down. He’d always been proud of the fact he didn’t masturbate and could control himself. The priests had scared him with tales of blindness, and since he was in charge of his castle and outlying village, he couldn’t risk going blind. He never touched his cock. He controlled it with his mind. Let’s see… what could he think of? Usually thinking of the priest did it, but this time, the priest kept turning into the pretty lass on his lap. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something repulsive.

“You know, you have a hard-on,” the woman continued with a little giggle. The giggle made his cock even stiffer.

“A hard-on? What’s that?” Battle asked, opening his eyes and looking at her. Big mistake.

She twisted her head around and stared at him with her clear, mossy-green eyes. Her pink lips curled in a saucy smile. “You don’t know? Well, that does it. I’m dreaming. The hunkiest male I’ve seen in ages puts me on his lap and carries me away on his white horse.” She nodded. “It is a white horse. You are the handsome prince on a white horse with a humungous hard-on.” She giggled again. “I mean you have a hard-on, not your horse.” She moved, pressing more of her anatomy firmly against his cock. “Hmmm. That feels good. I wonder if I can get my underwear off?” She reached down, and before he could figure out what she was up to, she wriggled her hips and lifted her dress up to her waist.

“What are you doing?” Battle hadn’t fallen off his horse since he was a lad. But if she kept up her antics, he was going to take a tumble. Already he was having trouble keeping his breathing normal, and he’d lost most of the feeling in his legs and arms; all he could feel was her hands gripping his cock right through his kilt. His cock was now the center of his universe. He felt a wave of blistering heat wash over him, and he had to gasp for breath. “Stop that!” He tried to let go of the reins to pull her hands away, but for some reason, his brain refused to listen.

“Skittish, aren’t you?” she said. “Let’s see. I’ve heard that men don’t wear anything under their kilts. Is that true?” She found the fold of cloth that closed his kilt and pulled it back. “It’s true; it’s true!” she cried, and burst out laughing. “Oh, my. This is a wonderful dream.”

Copyright © Samantha Winston

Angels on Crusade

Note: this book is not an erotic romance and is suitable for ages 16 and up.

A condemned criminal in the far future is sent to the past to try to save the crown of France. Isobel was a carefree student one day, and in prison the next for the accidental murder of a child. Her fate, life in prison. But she’s offered a way out—through time. The crown of France is in peril. A young boy, who never should have left Paris, has gone to join the ill-fated 8th Crusade. Isobel’s task is to talk young Jean de Bourbon-Dampierre out of joining the Crusade so that he can sire a dynasty. Isobel chooses to go back to the twelfth century, although she knows she will be left to spend the rest of her life there. At least it will give her a chance to redeem herself, she believes. If she fails…it’s erasure and certain death, and someone else will be sent. In any case, she will never see her own time again