Sunday Snippet for Pursuing Honor:
Honor shifted her weight to her knees. She cupped Hunter’s chin in her hands, and turned his face toward her, inspecting him thoroughly. Warmth flooded beneath her fingertips, and his breathing regulated. No initial signs of shock. Still… She rubbed the pad of her thumb to the side of his eyes. He didn’t have the telltale birthmark like the time travelers in her family. A small mole to the side and below the left eye identified all members of her family who had inherited the gift. All of her sisters except for Grace, the youngest, had been given this ability. She kept her eyes trained on Hunter, and sat back on her heels. What on earth was he doing here, and how would she return him to his home?