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The Road to Alexander
Time For Alexander Book 1
by Jennifer Macaire
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Time Travel
Sex, love,
war, & quite a bit of vino – it’s a Greek myth come to life…
war, & quite a bit of vino – it’s a Greek myth come to life…
Ashley is a time-travel journalist who has
fought to prove herself in a world
that that believes her road in life was paved by her parents’
fortune. After winning a prestigious award, she is selected to travel
through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her
childhood hero, Alexander the Great,
she voyages back in time for less than a day to interview a man whose
legend has survived to the present day. He mistakes her for
Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her. Stranded in the
past, cold and aloof Ashley has to learn to befriend, to trust…and
to love.
fought to prove herself in a world
that that believes her road in life was paved by her parents’
fortune. After winning a prestigious award, she is selected to travel
through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her
childhood hero, Alexander the Great,
she voyages back in time for less than a day to interview a man whose
legend has survived to the present day. He mistakes her for
Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her. Stranded in the
past, cold and aloof Ashley has to learn to befriend, to trust…and
to love.
Join Ashley and Alexander the Great on their fabulous adventure.
Fans of
Diana Gabaldon, Jodi Taylor, and Diana Norman will enjoy this saga.
Fans of
Diana Gabaldon, Jodi Taylor, and Diana Norman will enjoy this saga.
What everyone’s saying about The Road to Alexander:
“If you are a fan of Diana Gabaldon and her Outlander Series then you
will love this story. The same heart wrenching trials and
tribulations that she puts her characters through happen within this
gripping tale.” Lynda Warnock
will love this story. The same heart wrenching trials and
tribulations that she puts her characters through happen within this
gripping tale.” Lynda Warnock
“Fun, sexy and at times incredibly sad, the story held me to the end and
the research was incredible.” Karen King, author.
“If you love Time travel books then this one is not to be missed. Totally
engrossing!!!!” Amazon reviewer.
engrossing!!!!” Amazon reviewer.
“A Time for Alexander is a wonderful moving saga. Really more of a
historical piece than a romance, there is more than enough heat
between Alexander and Ashley to keep the pages smoldering.”
Goodreads.
historical piece than a romance, there is more than enough heat
between Alexander and Ashley to keep the pages smoldering.”
Goodreads.
“…A delightful read, I’m looking forward to the next book in the series.”
Amazon Reviewer.
Amazon Reviewer.
” I found an engaging and light read, fun at times with some beautiful
descriptive scenes of the cities, the landscape and life in the vast
and growing empire of Alexander the Great in 333 – 330 BC.”
Amazon Reviewer.
descriptive scenes of the cities, the landscape and life in the vast
and growing empire of Alexander the Great in 333 – 330 BC.”
Amazon Reviewer.
“From the first page, I was intrigued by this story.” Conan Tigard
“There wasn’t a piece of this book that didn’t fit, it kept a quick
pace, the dialogue was witty and entertaining and the beautiful
descriptions of ancient lands entice you into accompanying them on
Alexander’s quest to conquer the world.” Goodreads
pace, the dialogue was witty and entertaining and the beautiful
descriptions of ancient lands entice you into accompanying them on
Alexander’s quest to conquer the world.” Goodreads
Legends of Persia
Time For Alexander Book 2
When Ashley Riveraine jumped at the chance to travel back in time to meet
her hero Alexander the Great, she never thought she would end up
staying there…
her hero Alexander the Great, she never thought she would end up
staying there…
Following Alexander the Great’s army on its
journey across Persia, Ashley is
walking the knife edge of history. As a presumed goddess, Ashley is
expected to bless crops, make sure battles are won and somehow keep
herself out of the history books.
journey across Persia, Ashley is
walking the knife edge of history. As a presumed goddess, Ashley is
expected to bless crops, make sure battles are won and somehow keep
herself out of the history books.
Can Ashley avoid the wrath of the Time
Institute while keeping the man
she loves alive?
Institute while keeping the man
she loves alive?
Son of the Moon
Time For Alexander Book 3
Can you face
the consequences of cheating the Fates?
the consequences of cheating the Fates?
Alexander the Great journeys to India, where he and Ashley are
welcomed
welcomed
with feasts and treachery.
With their son, Paul, being worshiped as the Son of the Moon, and
Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to
save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?
Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to
save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?
Storms Over Babylon
Time
For Alexander Book 4
For Alexander Book 4
From the scorching plains of Persia to the opulent city of Babylon, Ashley
and Alexander continue their sensuous and passionate journey through
history.
and Alexander continue their sensuous and passionate journey through
history.
Alexander the Great is
now king of Persia and Greece – but his reign will be
short.
now king of Persia and Greece – but his reign will be
short.
Time-travelling Ashley
knows when her husband will die. She’s determined to cheat
Fate and save Alexander and her children, even if it brings the gates
of time crashing down.
knows when her husband will die. She’s determined to cheat
Fate and save Alexander and her children, even if it brings the gates
of time crashing down.
Following Alexander on a
tour of his new kingdom, she plans her moves and bides
her time. She must, however, convince Alexander to abandon his crown
and his kingdom.
tour of his new kingdom, she plans her moves and bides
her time. She must, however, convince Alexander to abandon his crown
and his kingdom.
Chants to Persephone
Time For Alexander Book 5
In the
fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Oracle of Amon
tells Alexander he must go to the Land of Ice and Snow, so they leave
their home in Alexandria and head north, to Gaul.
fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Oracle of Amon
tells Alexander he must go to the Land of Ice and Snow, so they leave
their home in Alexandria and head north, to Gaul.
But the Thief of Souls not only captured Alexander’s soul. He also
wants Paul, and the druids have raised an army to capture him. In the
heart of winter, in ancient Gaul, a terrible sacrifice is made to
Persephone, goddess of the Underworld – and Ashley finds herself
taking part in a deadly ceremony.
wants Paul, and the druids have raised an army to capture him. In the
heart of winter, in ancient Gaul, a terrible sacrifice is made to
Persephone, goddess of the Underworld – and Ashley finds herself
taking part in a deadly ceremony.
Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat
chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New
York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and
Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for
five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the
polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories..
Alexander couldn’t get over it. My itchy linen robe had been the very finest quality, thanks to the machine that
wove it, but my shoes had been a dismal failure and he was disappointed in the god’s choice of footwear.
I tried to explain that the gods had nothing to do with my sandals but fell asleep in the middle of my sentence.
It wasn’t that important anyway, I thought.
There was a new pair of sandals on the rug the next morning. They fitted perfectly. My old ones had
disappeared, and I didn’t find out where they’d gone until I went into the village and passed by the temple.
There, on the altar, were my sandals.
Fresh flowers, a bowl of warm milk, and a small snail made of clay surrounded them. A young girl in temple
robes sat next to them murmuring a prayer. I tried to speak to her in Greek, but she didn’t understand me. I
pursed my lips and went to find Nassar. Maybe he could explain.
Nassar was writing a letter for a tough-looking soldier. They were both sitting on a mat made of reeds, and
every once in a while Nassar would throw his pen away and break off a reed. He would sharpen it quickly with
his teeth and I realized with a small start that his front teeth had been carefully cut at a bias to trim reeds into
pens. It was interesting and I resolved to have him explain how it was done. He dipped the reed into a little
clay pot of ink and wrote on a rather cheap piece of papyrus. A dozen rolled-up letters were lying beside him,
each one flattened and sealed with a blob of wax. He’d been busy all morning. When he finished the letter he
rolled it up, tied it with a piece of grass and sealed it with hard wax. Then he flattened the whole thing with his
fist, wrote the address on the outside, and placed it on top of the pile.
“Next?” he called out in his nasal voice.
“Good morning, Nassar,” I said as I approached.
He held his arms up in a stiff salute and then bowed, touching his forehead to the mat. “Hail Demeter’s
daughter,” he intoned.
“Don’t do that!” I was upset. “Who told you that, anyway?”
“Oh, everyone knows,” he said smugly.
“Well, I’d like you to come to the temple with me to see about a pair of shoes,” I said.
“Oh! The Sacred Sandals! I should be honored! May I touch them, oh daughter of Demeter?”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “They aren’t sacred sandals,” I said. “And of course you can touch them.
There’s been a mistake.”
“They weren’t your sandals? The captain of the guards took them to the shoemaker early this morning to
have a copy made in leather and gave the originals to the temple. It is not a coincidence that the goddess of
the harvest, Demeter, guards this town. It was why you were sent here. Now that Iskander has rescued you,
the harvest is sure to be fantastic this year.”
“But isn’t the village protected by Ishtar?”
“It was, but it’s becoming Hellenicised. Now it has adopted Demeter, goddess of the harvest, because of what
Iskander said last night in his speech.”
“His speech? What did he say?”
“You should have asked me to translate,” he said, reproach in his voice. “He said he was glad to be there and
that he hoped the play would be entertaining, that he and his soldiers were very happy in the village, and he
was honored everyone had made them feel so welcome, and how the two cultures would complement each
other.” Nassar took a deep breath, like a swimmer, and plunged in again. “He said that the gods of Greecewere stronger than our gods so we’d do well to adopt theirs. He said you had been sent as a sign and that
he’d saved you from Hades himself, so Demeter would forever be grateful. He said that as a goddess you
would personally see to the welfare of the village.” He finished in a rush and smiled at me. “I’m no longer an
atheist,” he said proudly. “I believe in you. Why, if I want, I can actually touch your sandals.”
I closed my eyes again and waited for the wave of pain that was sure to come. Pretending to be a goddess
must rate among the three top reasons for erasing a Time-traveling journalist. After a few seconds I opened
one eye, then the other. Nothing had happened. I was still sitting in front of Nassar, and he was watching me
with a rapt expression on his narrow, rat-like face.
“Did your mother speak to you?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“No. No, she didn’t. Excuse me, Nassar, but I think I’ll just go lie down. I have to think about all this.” I stood
up, shivering with disquiet, and walked back to the tent where Alexander was having a game of dice with a tall
man I recognized as the village priest. I wondered if I could sneak away, but they turned and saw me.
“Oh! There you are!” cried Alexander, standing up and holding out his arms. “I was worried. Did you find your
new shoes? Yes, I see you did. The village priest has come to thank you for your sandals. In exchange, he
has agreed to forsake all virgin sacrifices. Isn’t that wonderful? Your mother will be thrilled.”
“I’m sure she will be,” I said with the utmost truthfulness. Then I went into the tent and collapsed.
wove it, but my shoes had been a dismal failure and he was disappointed in the god’s choice of footwear.
I tried to explain that the gods had nothing to do with my sandals but fell asleep in the middle of my sentence.
It wasn’t that important anyway, I thought.
There was a new pair of sandals on the rug the next morning. They fitted perfectly. My old ones had
disappeared, and I didn’t find out where they’d gone until I went into the village and passed by the temple.
There, on the altar, were my sandals.
Fresh flowers, a bowl of warm milk, and a small snail made of clay surrounded them. A young girl in temple
robes sat next to them murmuring a prayer. I tried to speak to her in Greek, but she didn’t understand me. I
pursed my lips and went to find Nassar. Maybe he could explain.
Nassar was writing a letter for a tough-looking soldier. They were both sitting on a mat made of reeds, and
every once in a while Nassar would throw his pen away and break off a reed. He would sharpen it quickly with
his teeth and I realized with a small start that his front teeth had been carefully cut at a bias to trim reeds into
pens. It was interesting and I resolved to have him explain how it was done. He dipped the reed into a little
clay pot of ink and wrote on a rather cheap piece of papyrus. A dozen rolled-up letters were lying beside him,
each one flattened and sealed with a blob of wax. He’d been busy all morning. When he finished the letter he
rolled it up, tied it with a piece of grass and sealed it with hard wax. Then he flattened the whole thing with his
fist, wrote the address on the outside, and placed it on top of the pile.
“Next?” he called out in his nasal voice.
“Good morning, Nassar,” I said as I approached.
He held his arms up in a stiff salute and then bowed, touching his forehead to the mat. “Hail Demeter’s
daughter,” he intoned.
“Don’t do that!” I was upset. “Who told you that, anyway?”
“Oh, everyone knows,” he said smugly.
“Well, I’d like you to come to the temple with me to see about a pair of shoes,” I said.
“Oh! The Sacred Sandals! I should be honored! May I touch them, oh daughter of Demeter?”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “They aren’t sacred sandals,” I said. “And of course you can touch them.
There’s been a mistake.”
“They weren’t your sandals? The captain of the guards took them to the shoemaker early this morning to
have a copy made in leather and gave the originals to the temple. It is not a coincidence that the goddess of
the harvest, Demeter, guards this town. It was why you were sent here. Now that Iskander has rescued you,
the harvest is sure to be fantastic this year.”
“But isn’t the village protected by Ishtar?”
“It was, but it’s becoming Hellenicised. Now it has adopted Demeter, goddess of the harvest, because of what
Iskander said last night in his speech.”
“His speech? What did he say?”
“You should have asked me to translate,” he said, reproach in his voice. “He said he was glad to be there and
that he hoped the play would be entertaining, that he and his soldiers were very happy in the village, and he
was honored everyone had made them feel so welcome, and how the two cultures would complement each
other.” Nassar took a deep breath, like a swimmer, and plunged in again. “He said that the gods of Greecewere stronger than our gods so we’d do well to adopt theirs. He said you had been sent as a sign and that
he’d saved you from Hades himself, so Demeter would forever be grateful. He said that as a goddess you
would personally see to the welfare of the village.” He finished in a rush and smiled at me. “I’m no longer an
atheist,” he said proudly. “I believe in you. Why, if I want, I can actually touch your sandals.”
I closed my eyes again and waited for the wave of pain that was sure to come. Pretending to be a goddess
must rate among the three top reasons for erasing a Time-traveling journalist. After a few seconds I opened
one eye, then the other. Nothing had happened. I was still sitting in front of Nassar, and he was watching me
with a rapt expression on his narrow, rat-like face.
“Did your mother speak to you?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“No. No, she didn’t. Excuse me, Nassar, but I think I’ll just go lie down. I have to think about all this.” I stood
up, shivering with disquiet, and walked back to the tent where Alexander was having a game of dice with a tall
man I recognized as the village priest. I wondered if I could sneak away, but they turned and saw me.
“Oh! There you are!” cried Alexander, standing up and holding out his arms. “I was worried. Did you find your
new shoes? Yes, I see you did. The village priest has come to thank you for your sandals. In exchange, he
has agreed to forsake all virgin sacrifices. Isn’t that wonderful? Your mother will be thrilled.”
“I’m sure she will be,” I said with the utmost truthfulness. Then I went into the tent and collapsed.
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I really like the covers. My favorite is Son of the Moon.
The series and covers tell me that I will be learning about how Alexander became the person he was!
I like that the covers are simple and to the point.
Like the cover
These books look super amazing
Fascinating, though a bit far fetched. To avoid timelines being erased, modern science would undoubtedly terminate the time traveler if they did not return to their designated return “window” within a a few hours or so.
The covers are good, and they don’t give too much away.
I think Storms Over Babylon will be my favorite.
I like the covers. Very nice. Legends of Persia is my favorite
Great cover! Where is your favorite place to write?
I think the cover is very intriguing
Great covers, thanks for the giveaway.
Like the cover colors
I like the style of the covers.
I like the pastel colors
I like the use of the historic coins on the covers. The books sound really interesting
All the books seem to be interesting to read and my favorite would be The Moon. The covers are very fitting for the titles of the books.
It sounds like an interesting read.
I love the font on the covers. It says fun read inside. Thanks for the giveaway!
I really like all the covers! They fit the time period that the books are about very well.
I’m most looking forward to the Road to Alexander.
The series sounds great. I would love to read them.
The books sound interesting.
i like it
I love the myth of Persephone so Chants to Persephone has to be the best cover.
I like the cover of Storms Over Babylon because of the color choice. The covers are all similar but some colors are better than others. I have no question for the author.
Level ten powerful!
These books look great
I love the clean simple cover!
The covers are intriguing. I think these would be fascinating reads.