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A Suffragette in Time Blitz

 

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Time Travel Romance, Historical Romance

 

Published: October 2021

Publisher: Wild Falls Publishing

A compelling time travel historical…

Unexpectedly whisked back in time, Sarah Burns transforms herself into a suffragette. Of course, the 1850s isn’t the best decade to fight for women’s suffrage. But it’s safer than being an abolitionist. Or is it?

Living with a family that operates a station on the Underground Railroad, she’s dragged into the escalating battle against unscrupulous slave catchers. Sarah musters courage she never knew she possessed, putting her own safety on the line to protect those around her. Including an arrogant abolitionist who dispenses flirtatious smiles while looking down his nose at women’s equality.

“A Suffragette in Time” is set against the backdrop of one of the most fraught periods in American history – the decade leading up to the American Civil War.

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Excerpt from “A Suffragette in Time” by Connie Lacy

 

Following the strange nightly ritual of brushing her teeth with a frayed birch twig and bicarbonate of soda, she bunked with the two little girls. The three of them shared an old-fashioned full-sized cast iron bed. It was okay for two little girls but rather cramped with Sarah taking up space. Despite sliding a bedwarmer between the sheets before they retired and having a foot stove nearby filled with hot coals, the room was bitterly cold to her modern sensibilities.

That night when Abigail and Rebecca stopped whispering and their breathing became slow and regular beside her, a hush enveloped the house and Sarah felt herself hovering on the edge of sleep. But she was jarred wide awake by the slamming of a door and the sound of urgent voices downstairs.

This way! Hurry!” It was Mrs. Hammond.

A baby cried. The girls woke up.

Someone has arrived,” Abigail whispered.

Sarah stood up, pulling the top quilt from the bed to wrap herself in.

We’re supposed to stay in bed when this happens,” Abigail said.

When what happens?”

When visitors come in the night,” little Rebecca explained.

Abigail shushed her.

Sarah tiptoed to the door, carefully pulled it open and moved into the hallway. She edged toward the top of the stairs, listening.

Down to the cellar!” Mrs. Hammond said. “Make haste!”

I hear horses!” Mr. Hammond said.

Hang up your coat, Emmett. Sit by the stove with the Bible.”

The infant began to cry in earnest.

Sarah eased down the stairs a few steps until she could see Mrs. Hammond guiding a Black woman who was comforting a small baby in her arms, a tall Black man beside her. They were poorly dressed for the freezing weather.

They must not hear you,” Mrs. Hammond said, carrying a candle to light the way. “You can nurse the baby to keep him quiet. Wrap yourselves in the blankets for warmth. Once the patrollers are gone, we’ll light the foot stove.”

They descended the cellar stairs while Mr. Hammond hurried to make it appear he was studying his Bible. With the hoofbeats growing louder, Sarah tugged the quilt more tightly around her. She was afraid for the Hammonds, but she was terrified for the family about to hide in that tiny underground room. What if the woman smothered the baby rather than allow his cries to give them away? She’d read about mothers who decided heaven was a better place than a life of bondage on a plantation with a cruel master. She shuddered at the thought.

She heard horses out front, then men’s voices, followed by loud banging on the door. Mrs. Hammond reappeared then, closing the door to the cellar. She nodded at her husband who rose from the table, set the Bible aside, squared his shoulders and made his way to the foyer. As soon as he opened the door, men pushed their way inside.

Light from a flickering flame was visible on the wall below as the odor of what smelled like resin hit Sarah’s nostrils. She couldn’t see what happened next but heard everything.

Where are they?” a rough voice demanded.

Who are you and why are you barging into our home?” Mr. Hammond asked.

We’re tracking runaway slaves. Lost ‘em not far from here. Where are they?”

About the Author

Connie Lacy

Connie Lacy worked for many years as a radio reporter and news anchor, with a couple of brief forays into TV news along the way. Her experience as a journalist shows up in some of her novels. She also dabbled in acting in college and community theater. She uses those experiences in some of her books as well.

Her novels are fast-paced stories featuring young women facing serious challenges set against the backdrop of some thorny issues. She writes time travel, speculative fiction & historical fiction – all with a dollop of romance.

She graduated from the University of North Carolina at Pembroke with a degree in Journalism and Creative Writing. She and her husband live in Atlanta.

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Time
Travel Romance
Date
Published:
February 2019
Publisher: Wild Falls Publishing
 
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The
past is a dangerous place in this fast-paced time travel novel…
Kathryn
Spears is a skeptical producer for a TV investigative news team. So when her
grandmother claims a Cherokee Indian woman is living on a neighboring farm, she
dismisses it as early Alzheimer’s. Because, obviously, there is no farm nearby.
Not in the present anyway. But when she follows Nana’s lead, Kathryn is
transported back in time to the year 1840 where she finds a young Cherokee
woman left behind when her family marched west on the Trail of Tears.
Forest
Water is ensnared in a perilous struggle to keep her ancestral lands against a
violent white man who claims the farm, and then claims her as well. Desperate
to help her new friend, Kathryn becomes entangled in a battle between good and
evil with much higher stakes than she imagines.
Each
of these young women falls in love with a man from her own time, but there are
threats, both seen and unseen, that could cost them their lives.
Excerpt
From
Chapter 2
“Are
you Forest Water?” I whispered.
She
nodded, a hint of surprise in her expression.
“Was
that your husband?” I said.
Her
answer was a tired sigh.
“Were
you visited by a white-haired woman a few minutes ago?”
“I
warned Old Grandmother to stay away. You must also.”
“But…”
She
laid the baby on the blanket, got to her feet and pushed a narrow door open at
the back of the hut where I’d first entered. She slipped outside, returning
with a fig in her hand.
“You
must eat this and travel through the doorway,” she said, placing it in my hand.
“I
have so many questions.”
She
locked eyes with me as though trying to look into my soul. Having apparently
come to a decision, she squatted beside the blanket, folding it back to reveal
a layer of pine straw. Scraping the pine straw aside exposed the lid of a large
metal box. She lifted the heavy lid and pulled out a leather pouch. From the
pouch, she withdrew a book, opened it and ripped a handful of blank pages from
the back. She stuffed the loose pages back inside the pouch, returned it to the
box, closed the lid and covered it with the pine straw and blanket. Then she
handed me the book.
“You
must go,” she whispered, eyes blazing.
“But…”
She
gestured for me to put the fig in my mouth as she tugged the shawl from my
shoulders.
I
reluctantly placed the fruit between my teeth and passed through the small
doorway.
Dizziness
overwhelmed me as the buzzing in my ears returned, momentarily blocking out all
other sound. I found myself standing in the clearing, the fig half-chewed in my
mouth. I whirled around to discover the hut no longer existed. My muscles felt
as though I’d run a marathon. Not willing to trust my wobbly legs, I remained
motionless, dazed by what had just happened.
There
were two possibilities – the figs contained some kind of psychedelic substance,
causing me to have the same hallucination Nana had, possibly by virtue of power
of suggestion. Or I had traveled back in time. Which was so freaky that my skin
tingled. In my business, skepticism was ingrained. I wasn’t easily taken in by
a ruse. What I thought had happened could not possibly be the truth.
I
looked all around the clearing for the young woman who called herself Forest
Water. Then, to be sure the shack didn’t still exist, I walked back and forth
over the spot where it had been. There was nothing there.
Then
I remembered the book. It was solid in my hands, the brown leather smooth to
the touch. The book was real. The place was real. And as much as the rational
part of my brain rebelled against the idea, I knew I had somehow visited the
past.
Suddenly
impatient to know the story of the mysterious dark-haired beauty, I made my way
to a large rock on the riverbank. I untied the strap holding the book closed
and opened it with care. So many words, perhaps written with a fountain pen or
a quill, the letters sometimes puddled with excess ink, sometimes as thin as a
strand of hair. The ink was black, the paper a cream color and rough to the
touch. But the words were not in English. I had no idea what language or
alphabet I was looking at. Some of the letters were familiar, but many looked
like Arabic or Greek.
Carefully
flipping the pages, I discovered the entire book was written in this foreign
language. Completely inaccessible to me. I had to talk with Nana.
About
the Author

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Connie
worked for many years as a radio reporter and news anchor, with a couple of
brief forays into TV news along the way.
Her experience as a journalist shows up in some of her novels.  She also dabbled in acting in college and
community theater. She uses those experiences in some of her books as well.
Her
novels are fast-paced stories featuring young women facing serious challenges
set against the backdrop of some thorny issues. She writes time travel, magical
realism, historical fiction and climate fiction – all with a dollop of romance.
Growing
up, she was a middle child and lived in Japan and Okinawa where her Army dad
was stationed.  She graduated from the
University of North Carolina at Pembroke with a degree in Journalism and
Creative Writing.
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