While working on my first book Love in an Era, I drew a lot of inspiration from all the awesome time travel series that have been out there. Time travel historical fiction is the absolute best! I’m a historian and the best part of writing is that I can absolutely time travel with fiction.

I wanted to share a little of the first paragraph of my story. A story of a writer who is transported back in time to the 1940s. But she goes back even further, but I’ll save that tantalizing bit for later. Enjoy!

I was running into the woods, pine needles scraped my cheeks and branches tore at my winter coat. The forest was quiet, and dense. I moved faster, pushing my gloved hands through the bare branches, and bramble. For a moment I stopped to listen, but I couldn’t hear him. All I heard was the sound of the wind and the creaking of the trees as they bent and moaned. My heart thumped out of my chest, beating harder and faster-my mind racing. Where did he go? Was he hurt?  I couldn’t find my son. 

Breathing heavily, I moved stumbling over the sticks and debris that littered the forest floor. I began to panic. I yelled into the silence until I was sure that I had screamed my son’s name a thousand times. The high lilt of my panic echoed back to me, and trailed behind me. The trees, and hills the only living witnesses to the sound. 

There came a small clearing where the trees bordered a semicircle around the meadow. The remains of an old German bunker constructed of gray concrete, and made to show only a glimpse of the fortress. Underneath the mossy grass covered mound lay a web of interconnected rooms that served as sleeping quarters, an armory, and a strategy room. All that was visible to me was the cone shaped structure with a slit now darkened and empty. The entire area was covered in trees and vines.