Did dreams come true?

The possible evidence that they did stood not too far away wearing ivory silk breeches, an embroidered velvet coat, and laughing fit to burst at his companion's antics. Lord Beckham was single, not a soccer freak, possessed a physique worthy of any athlete--and he was breathtaking. Lydia sighed. Just her luck he was in the wrong century--and a self-confessed philanderer. She continued to watch, as Dick Turpin, infamous highwayman, doffed his three-cornered hat and took another turn around the trees--on her mountain bike.

Lydia Mckenzie falls down a hillside and headlong into the year 1734, where she witnesses a brutal murder. Before he dies, the victim hands her a letter, urging her to give it to no one but a man named Jack Palmer. Until she can find a way back to her own time, she accepts an offer of shelter from the lord of Beckham House, Luke Waverly, who has apparently little on his mind except his own pleasure. After discovering the true identity of Jack Palmer, Lydia becomes involved in a plot to overthrow the English government and is kidnapped. A daring rescue leads her to believe there may be far more to Lord Beckham than just his reputation as a hard drinking womanizer--and she determines not to fall in love with a man she knows to be most unsuitable.