A Novel in Parts. The Time Travel Journals: Shipbuilder

Botanic Garden - Belfast, Northern Ireland
Botanic Garden – Belfast, Northern Ireland

We all know I’m going through a tough writing period. My lovely friend, Lani Longshore, kindly calls it “waiting for the universe…” I can’t finish the sentence because I don’t even know what I’m waiting for. But it gives me some hope that this isn’t a permanent state of being, even if it is going on the second year.

My quiet waiting has also been affecting this blog – I just don’t have much to say, and even I get tired of posts on politics and misogyny.  So for a while, I’m going to give you something different. This won’t be ALL I post, but I thought that for a couple of days a week, I can give you Reading for Pleasure. In other words, a chance to read one of my novels for free.

Yes, I hear you scoffing that this is just a marketing gimmick. I can’t say that it isn’t, but hey, I’m an author. I sell the books I write. Can’t sue me for that.

Of course, we’ll start with my first novel, The Time Travel Journals: Shipbuilder. I’ll give you the blurb here, then in a few minutes, I’ll put up the first chapter. I’m thinking of posting one chapter each time, but if it’s a long-ish chapter, I may break it up. My criteria for that will be subjective, but please let me know if you think the posts are too long. I will try to always link a post back to the previous chapter, and also go back to the previous post and link to next chapter.

It’s time travel. I can do that.

If you know someone who might enjoy reading Shipbuilder, pass along the link. And of course, you can always buy the book online just about anywhere. I’ll include the links at the bottom. Let’s go!

The Time Travel Journals: Shipbuilder

Imagine being there before the Titanic set sail.

Now imagine being there before she’s even built.

Sam Altair is a physicist living in Belfast, Ireland. He has spent his career researching time travel and now, in early 2006, he’s finally reached the point where he can send objects backwards through time. The only problem is, he doesn’t know where the objects go. They don’t show up in the past, and no one notices any changes to the present. Are they creating alternate time lines?

To collect more data, Sam tries a clandestine experiment in a public park, late at night. But the experiment goes horribly wrong when Casey Wilson, a student at the university, stumbles into his isolation field. Sam tries to rescue her, but instead, he and Casey are transported back to the year 1906. Stuck in the past, cut off from everyone and everything they know, Sam and Casey work together to help each other survive. Then Casey meets Thomas Andrews, the man who will shortly begin to build the most famous ship since Noah’s Ark. Should they warn him, changing the past and creating unknown consequences for the future? Or should they let him die?

The construction of White Star Line’s Olympic-class ships forms the backdrop for a passionate love affair between Tom and Casey, who must overcome the many differences inherent between an Edwardian Irish gentleman, and a member of America’s Generation Y. The fictional love affair grows alongside real lives from history: the Andrews family of Comber, Lord William Pirrie, Bruce Ismay, and the thousands of skilled men who built the remarkable ocean liners of the early twentieth century.

Read Chapter 1

Where to find the book:

Amazon
Smashwords
Barnes & Noble
Kobo

The book is in the Apple store too, but darned if I can find the link. If you have an Apple reader, you should be able to find it!

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