Hello friends!
I'm excited. Today it is my honor to introduce you to my friend, Victoria Pitts Caine. She a wonderful author with Prism Book Group. Her latest book is available today! Yay! I've been waiting, and the book has now arrived.
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Here are a few questions and Victoria Pitts Caine's answers.
What do you hope
readers will take away from this book?
Camille Windham is my favorite. She’s the first traveler and I took a little bit of my own ancestral background to create her.
I read Love of My Heart by Bess McBride and was haunted by the story and
the concept. The couple discovers they were in love before in another time. I
decided it was a genre I wanted to try. The
Time Traveler’s Wife was another favorite.
What else about your book might grab the reader’s interest?
How much of the book is realistic?
The portrayal of the characters in their day to day lives and what would have transpired in the time period they’re in is realistic, the traveling through time…well maybe not.
I don’t know if it was an inspiration or a
challenge. I’m basically an inspirational romance writer and I wanted to write
in a slightly different genre.
I was read to as a small child and was captivated by Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys when I able to read on my own. I didn’t go back and read the classics until I was an adult or reading them to my own children. I loved Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books and J.R.R. Tolkein.
How do you make time for your writing?
I actually
found more time to write when I worked nine hours a day. I wrote at night and
on the weekends. It’s about priorities with me. I’m good working with a plan in
mind. If I schedule a writing time, I’m able to stick to it.
What writer would you like to be your
mentor?
I had a
wonderful mentor during my “growing up years” as a writer. Her name is Elnora
King and she wrote under the pseudonym of Dianne King. She taught me so much –
not just about writing but about life.
How do you “feed” your writing self?
Anything that
brings writers together is a benefit. I think we all feed off of each other (in
a good way). I facilitate a class once a week for writers where we read our
work and do a short lesson. We share our triumphs and sorrows in life as well
as in publishing. The triumphs usually with cake!Thanks Victoria. Your answers are illuminating. I've wished a few times that I could go back in time. Not to find my soul mate. I did that already, but I'd like to relive some of my early days with him. The excerpt follows.
The author has received recognition from: Enduring Romance Top 10 Picks for 2008, William Saroyan Writing Conference, Byline Magazine, Writer’s Journal Magazine, HI Families Magazine and The Southern California Genealogical Society. Her first novel, Alvarado Gold, was published in 2007. To complete the trilogy which began with Alvarado Gold, Cairo was published in 2013 and The Tempering Agent in 2014.
She is the mother of two daughters. Victoria and her husband enjoy travel, church service and emergency radio communications.
The year was 1942, and Randolph Mitchell, along with
several of his fellow soldiers, marched down a road pockmarked by shelling in
London. He shuddered as a light mist fell around him. Late summer had gone.
A captain at twenty-two, Randolph’s first glimpses of war
lay around him. Bile rose in his throat at the devastation. Is this what years of military
boarding school has brought me to? He
bent to retrieve a bit of paper. Printed roses danced on the edge, and with
nowhere to discard it, he pocketed the small scrap of the life people there
once lived.When the men arrived in town earlier, Randolph spotted the young woman gazing into a merchant’s window. She carried herself with an air of importance. Ribbons and lace accented her oddly-layered clothes of multicolored fabrics. Such elaborate attire was ill-suited because people were starving and only making do. Randolph dismissed her unusual manner of dress. Who could she be? So out of place, yet so beautiful.
His troop moved up the street, and as he surveyed the area, he forced himself to forget the woman, but when he approached the shop, she turned, and their eyes met. Randolph Mitchell lost his heart in that split second, but it would take his head a while to figure it out. His eyes pursued her as she picked her way through the rubble of the bombed-out buildings.
“Hello,” he ventured.
As a delicate pink color rose from her neck, she turned her eyes toward the window. Randolph sauntered to stand beside her and glanced at their reflection. He stood a good foot taller than she. His wrinkled uniform caused a pang of self-consciousness, but his desire to speak to her quelled his embarrassment. “I’m Randolph Mitchell, US Army.” He smiled, studying her porcelain complexion and bright hazel eyes, hoping for a welcome response.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you,” the woman said.
“It’s safe. We’ve been sent here to protect you. Or err… your country.” Randolph took his cap off and grinned at her. “I, ah, we might make sure you get home. Do you live close by?”
The young woman’s face blanched as she shook her head. “I used to live here.” She sighed. Then she backed away, turned around, and started running.
Randolph clenched his fists. He had to find out.
“Wait! I didn’t mean any harm!” He called after her. “Your name? At least tell me your name!”
“Camille Windham,” came from her lips, and her name planted itself in Randolph’s heart.
She scampered down the walkway away from Randolph, leaving only her name.
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