The Time-Traveller’s Choice

The Time-Traveller’s Choice

Copy of Copy ofOne moment, Emma Scott is in her college room in 2015, and the next she’s in 1921, trying to find her great grandmother and falling in love with an ex-soldier with a charming smile and a secret…

Emma’s an old hand at time travel: the first time she was pulled backwards she was ten years old. She can sense the memories that stone, fabric and wood have soaked up: usually she just sees them, but sometimes she ends up living them. She knows the drill: (1) avoid getting pulled backwards in the first place; (2) avoid the object that’s pulled you backwards; (3) prevent the memory that imprints on the object, or, if all that fails, (4) wait it out until you’re back in the right time.

The problem is that the object was an old ring that her Granny Alice bequeathed to her, and Emma last saw it on the finger of her great grandmother, fleeing into a crowded London street. Now Emma is desperately trying to find the ring so she can throw it in the Regent’s Canal and go back to her own time, but her great grandmother seems to have vanished, and meanwhile there’s Charlie Lawrence who’s making Emma wonder if she even wants to go back at all…

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AFMOH Snippet

I took out my purse and counted what I had. 8 pounds, 9 shillings and sixpence. Plus a pound a week in pay.

My optimism of the weekend had been checked. I now looked at this meagre collection of coins and tried to calculate how long it would last me if I scrimped and saved.

Someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said.

Charlie entered. He’d avoided me since our trip into town two days ago. I told myself it was best that he did, but it still felt lonely.

“Don’t mind mum,” he said, sitting down on the bed. “And put this stuff away.” He gathered up the coins, put them in the purse, and laid the purse on my lap, folding my hands over it while I watched him mutely.

I felt my eyes well with tears. I had never been a cryer. My friends used to joke I had a heart of stone because we’d watched Baz Lurhmann’s Romeo + Juliet in Year 9 and I had been the only one in my class who hadn’t cried. And yet, here I was, preparing to blub again.

“Hey, shh,” said Charlie. “Don’t cry, odd ‘un.” He put his hand up under my chin so he could brush my cheek with his thumb.

I leaned back and his hand dropped. He blinked twice, brow furrowed. “Anyway,” he said, getting up and brushing his hands down his trousers, “don’t worry about the rent. I’ll have a chat with mum and fix with her what she needs.” He hesitated, hand on the doorjamb. “See you at tea.”

I nodded wordlessly.

Uh oh, Charlie. Watch out for your heart. ;o [A Fair Measure of Happiness]

from A Fair Measure of Happiness (on Wattpad)

Some aesthetics for A Fair Measure of Happiness.

I’m posting my NaNoWriMo as I write! It’s called A Fair Measure of Happiness and it’s a time travel romance set in the 1920s in the East End of London. Blurb below!

Places have memories. Objects remember, and stone, fabric and wood never forget. They call out across time, and sometimes people hear them.

The first time Emma Scott time-travelled, she was ten years old, and she went backwards by fifteen minutes because she picked up a toy that a child had dropped in the street.

Nine years later, Emma comes back to London for her grandmother’s funeral. Grandmother has left her a bequest: an old emerald ring, some of its stones fallen out, but lovingly polished and cared for. Then Emma starts having strange, vivid dreams. Of herself walking through the East End as she’s seen it in black-and-white photographs. Of a woman and a baby. And a man named Charlie with a charming smile and a secret.

Because the ring remembers something tragic that happened on Mile End road in 1921, and Emma is about to witness it first-hand.

Getting ready for NaNoWriMo