Misfit in Time — Jennifer Crowfoot

I blamed my predicament on a Wombat...when in actuality it all started with an Australian creature so much more ancient.

I used to live in the twenty-first century in rural New South Wales, Australia.
But because of the whims of fate, a Wombat, and a creature so ancient it saw the birth of man, that situation was about to change.
In a big way.

When my usually sure-footed horse stumbled in a hidden Wombat's burrow on the way back home, throwing me off, and momentarily knocking me out, I found myself waking to a whole lot of confusion.
Nothing looked the same as it had earlier.
My horse had vanished, and apparently so had Winter.

I didn't know it then, but I'd stumbled head-on onto a crazy pathway which would eventually set me on my life's true calling.
Although I did have to negotiate a few speedbumps along the way.

Like being mistaken for the new help, resulting in me becoming a Governess to three cute kids, when I didn't know a hell of a lot about them. I knew they were noisy, prone to tantrums and made a lot of mess.

I suddenly had to get used to having two gorgeous brothers frothing at the mouth for my attention. One of whom shouldn't have been even giving me the time of day. In return, I lusted after them -- both of them. Yep, I'll probably go to Hell for the thoughts I had about them -- all whilst fighting an inappropriate attraction for their married sister.

I also discovered that there's a husband hiding deep in the closet, a father with an eye for the ladies, except his wife, and a mother who's the only child of Satan.

I also found out that when the stars align and the right magic is thick in the air, that the objects of ancient stories and fables can actually be true.