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I’m continuing my time travel snippets this week, from a novella I wrote several years ago for an anthology called Crashing Into Love. The premise of the anthology was that a plane crash brought people together and some of them fell in love. Since I wanted to write an historical, and airplanes didn’t exist in the 19th century, I ended up writing a time travel romance, of course. It was called Crashing Through Time and I liked it quite a lot. I’ve never re-published it, but in 2017 I started revising it into a novel, called Falling In Time, but stopped when I needed time to write my Widow’s Club series.
In 2023 I’m pulling it back out, adding about 40k to it and hopefully self-publishing it later this year. But for now, I’ll share some snippets of it with you. I hope you enjoy it!
This week I’m starting just where we left off: Corinne is about to get trampled by a huge horse! Enjoy!
BLURB:
More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.
Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.
EXCERPT:
A human cry followed by a thud stopped her. A sharp neigh and the sound of pounding hooves vanishing into the distance made her sit up and gaze after the disappearing horse, now riderless.
“Damn and blast.”

The curse brought her attention to a young man lying on the ground to her left. He lay flat on his back, his face screwed into a furious frown. If not for that, he would’ve been pretty hot. Dark brown wavy hair, a ruddy complexion, and very full, sexy lips sent a little thrill through her. A typical Englishman, he even had those odd mutton-chop sideburns like Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice. Were those back in fashion over here? She didn’t remember seeing anyone else wearing them.
And a little more for good measure…
“I say, have you seen my hat?”
God, he had a devastating English accent. She could listen to an Englishman talk all day long. She sighed with sheer joy.
“I beg your pardon, miss, but did you see where my hat has gotten to?” He sat up, twisting this way and that, searching for it.
“Hat?” Didn’t he mean helmet? No one rode without one these days. Still, she looked around for the black velvet helmet she remembered from her senior year P.E. class.
He jerked his head toward her. “You’re American?”
“Yes.” He got that from one word? Must’ve been her southern drawl. She sat up straighter. “I’m from Virginia.”
“Forgive me. Deuced awkward to make an introduction from the ground.” He attempted to stand, and grunted in pain as he put weight on his left foot. “Oh, damn. I beg your pardon. That hurts abominably.” He hopped about, gingerly trying to step on his foot and failing.
“Here, let me help.” Corinne shot to her feet and reached out to steady him. Grabbing him around the waist, she managed to slide his arm over her shoulders and looked for a rock or stump for him to sit on. Even the stupid well would’ve been welcome right about now.
She glanced up at him to find his eyes wide, his frown returned. He must’ve been angry with her for startling his horse. “I’m sorry I spooked your horse, but I’ve had a horrible day so far. Did you see the plane crash? I was on that. Is there somewhere you could sit down?” They’d been turning in circles as Corinne scoured the field for a place to sit him down.

That’s all for this week! Hoped you enjoyed it! See you next week!
Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here. There are some fantastic snippets to be read.


































Ooh… really nifty, save that … doesn’t he find her clothing unsettling. And… following some linguistic experts, there is a smallish caveat: British English was a lot more like American English back then (probably because they’re so close to the European Continent many British accents drifted faster than ours, especially Southern accents)
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A plane? I think he’s embarrassed by their closeness. but Americans are known for their boldness. lol!
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Yes, we’d think nothing of putting our arms around a strange man to help him if injured. Other countries might see that as a bit rude. 🙂
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Why do I get the feeling he’s not going to know what a plane is.
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Maybe it’s the mutton-chop sideburns? LOL
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Really a fun story, can’t wait for the misunderstandings sure to follow…great snippet.
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Thank you, Veronica! And there are misunderstandings a-plenty! 🙂
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Delightful. It’s a fun story.
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Thank you, Daryl. I’m really enjoying revisiting it!
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LOL! Imagine his confusion. More, please!
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Yes, he has no idea what he’s in store for with this woman. LOL Next week’s installment is in the works!
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Woo, the past and furture meet.
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And that’s not an easy thing at all! 🙂
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Nice scene. Good luck finishing this one.
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Thank you, Heather! It’s tricky because I’m restructuring it also as a series, so I have to change some things especially at the end. It’s going to be fun though.
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