Friday, 28 February 2014
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
The Majestic rose up out of the water in its Liverpool dock with all the glory of its name. Amelia held one hand to her hat and stared at its iron sides, its two dun-colored funnels and three tall masts. The ship was a strange thing to her, a mixture of old and new, progress with hints of the past. It had sails that could be unfurled in a pinch, but with its powerful new engines, the ship could cross the ocean in a week.
Seven days to a new world. It was an exact description of everything her life had become. It was every bit as daunting.
“What am I doing?” Amelia whispered, staring at the hopeful monstrosity in front of her. It was one thing to accept an offer for a new life. It was another thing entirely to go through with it.
She turned away from the ship, swallowing the nausea that had plagued her since she’d left her mother’s house. This time it wasn’t morning sickness. That was long past. At the moment, the baby was the least of her worries. Her stomach rolled over the idea that she was about to board a ship heading for a new life at the mercy of a stranger, a man, no less. The last time she had trusted her life and her future to a man had been a disaster.
She paced, purse clutched to her chest, scanning the busy dock in search of her American savior. Men, women, and children crowded the gangplanks, eager to start their journeys, excited and hopeful. Many of the third-class passengers carried bundles that indicated theirs was a one-way trip as much as hers was. Eric had left her there to go buy her ticket, but there was nothing stopping him from running off and leaving her stranded. Like her father. Like Nick. She was a fool to agree to this. She pivoted and marched away from the ship.
No, she stopped herself after a handful of steps, this was the best decision she could have made. She may have felt small and lonely standing by herself, waiting, heart and stomach fluttering, but she was as much a part of the intrepid adventurers seeking a new life in America as any of her fellow passengers. This was right.
“Well, we got a minor problem on our hands.”
The twang of Eric’s accent shocked Amelia from her worries. She spun to face him as he approached her with wide strides, scratching his head and looking as guilty as a schoolboy.
“A problem?” she asked, voice fluttering.
“Yeah. I went to buy you a ticket, but they’re plumb sold out.”
Amelia’s chest tightened and her tender stomach lurched. “Oh. Oh dear. Well I suppose….”
She lowered her eyes, heart aquiver. As quickly as it started, her chance for a new life was over. All that worrying for nothing.
She squared her shoulders to face her fate. “I … I thank you for your efforts on my behalf regardless, Mr. Quinlan.”
Eric’s brow crinkled into a curious frown. “Regardless?”
“I suppose I could find work here in Liverpool,” she explained. “Surely there must be a shop somewhere that would look the other way from….” She lowered her hand to the mound of her stomach.
Eric’s lips twitched. The morning sunlight caught in his eyes. “I didn’t want to have to put you in third-class, so I told them you were my wife.”
Amelia blinked. “You what?”
“I told them we’re newlyweds. I reserved my stateroom in first class last year when I came over. Good thing I paid for it then too, ‘cuz after this fiasco of a trip I’ll never ride first-class again. Anyhow, when they said they didn’t have any more rooms, I told them you were my wife and that we would be staying in the same stateroom. They sold me a ticket for that.” He handed her a fresh, clean ticket with her name written as ‘Mrs. Amelia Quinlan’. “Sorry.”
Amelia held perfectly still on the outside, but on the inside her heart pounded and her stomach rolled with guilt for questioning him. He wasn’t abandoning her. He had gone out of his way to help her. Her heart squeezed as it never had before. She took the ticket from him with a trembling hand, hardly noticing when her fingers brushed his. She was rescued after all.
“Thank you, Mr. Quinlan. You have no idea how much this kindness means to me.” She had to concentrate on breathing, standing straight, and looking up into his handsome eyes with a smile to keep her tears at bay.
“You don’t mind sharing then?” he asked her.
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Genre – Western Historical Romance
Rating – R
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
1. Tell us a bit about your family.
If there was one word to describe my family, I think it would be crazy-beautiful. Everyone has a little crazy in their family and my family is no exception, but the beauty I see in my family far surpasses the craziness!
2. How do you work through self-doubts and fear?
I have found that the only thing that cancels out fear and self doubt is the love of God. Loving God means I trust what His word says about me and his word tells me to fear and not to doubt.
3. What scares you the most?
That I wont reach my full potential. The world is full of mediocrity, but I want to rise above that.
4. What makes you happiest?
Laughing with my family. We have a horrible sense of humor that is safe to use when we are around each other!
5. What’s your greatest character strength?
I hope it’s that I use my gifts and talents to encourage and inspire others.
6. What’s your weakest character trait?
Letting situations affect me more than they should. I am a very sensitive person and sometimes have a hard time not taking things personally.
7. Why do you write?
I hate to sound cliché, but God told me to write. I was sitting in church service one day and the pastor ended his sermon with “What does God want you to do with your hands”. In that moment, I heard two things that God wanted me to do with my hands, one of those things was to write. So I write.
Monday, 24 February 2014
Sunday, 23 February 2014
Friday, 21 February 2014
My family and friends are my biggest fans and my best supporters. I’m truly blessed.
Yes, I’m already working on my second novel
I’m a pharmacist by day, romance writer by night.
Somewher with a beach.
I write with a pen and paper, then on my laptop, on my couch and on my bed.
I need at least seven hours of sleep
There are lots of people who helped make this journey a reality but I’d really like to thank my husband, mom, and girls book club.
Robert Plant from Led Zeppelin, Albert Einstein, and Darth Vader
I like to bake and decorate cakes
I try and write at least 5 days a week and I tend to write in the evening.