Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 03/19/2023 ~ Falling in Time~ “I Am Ian Hunterly”

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors !

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 skipping ahead just a paragraph or two: Corinne is about to meet the gentleman who fell off his horse last week. 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:

Turning back to him, she stopped, struck by his appearance. He wore a formal dark blue cutaway coat, white pleated shirt and…was that a cravat tied around his neck? She’d seen enough portraits during her thesis research to recognize one. His gray trousers and over-the-knee boots also screamed nineteenth century. Oh, crap–she’d interrupted a film shoot.

“I am so sorry, Mr….er, ah, I’m sorry we haven’t been introduced.”

“Ian Hunterly, at your service.” He shifted his weight and winced.

“Ian Hunterly? How funny.”

And a little more for good measure…

Now that was a coincidence. “Anyway, I just realized that I must’ve interrupted your shoot. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, still looking puzzled. “We weren’t shooting today, merely out for a ride. Why is my name funny?” He certainly didn’t look amused.

“It’s just that you have the same name as Sir Robert Graysill’s nephew.” Her thesis topic and his nephew had become like family to her during the eighteen or so months she’d researched them. And now here she’d met an Englishman with the same name, although perhaps the name was quite common over here. Ian was a form of John, wasn’t it?

He smiled for the first time, and her heart missed a beat. The smile transformed his face from merely handsome to devastatingly sexy, as those full lips turned up the corners of his generous mouth and his eyes lit with an inner warmth they hadn’t shown before. Perhaps she should offer to take this gentleman out for a drink. He looked so very much like Ian Hunterly, for whom she’d developed a serious crush while she’d been researching him. This guy would be the next best thing.

“That’s because I am Sir Robert’s nephew.”

“In the movie?” OMG. Were they making a film about her subject and she hadn’t even known?

“In the moo-vee? What is a moo-vee? I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand.” He squinted as if perplexed and swayed slightly.

“Are you a method actor or something?” She tucked the hat under her arm, grasped him again, and started for the stile. Some actors refused to break character no matter the circumstances. A bit extreme for her tastes, especially since he was injured, but hey, dedication to his craft got him brownie points with her.

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.

 

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