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What is the funniest error found when copyediting the book?
In the first chapter, a couple is dancing. The book reads: “Aaron wrapped his arms around Samantha’s waist, and she put her arms behind his neck. In the first draft I wrote: “. . . and she put her hands around his neck.”
What online tools did you use in writing the book?
RhymeZone was a good reference for rhyming words and a thesaurus.
If you could time travel back 100 to 300 years, where would you go?
I would love to go back in time and see my husband as a grade-school child. Also I would love to attend my parents’ wedding to see them, my grandparents, aunts and uncles when they were all young. Farther back, it’s obvious, I would love to meet Ulysses S Grant. Witnessing the founding fathers signing the Declaration of Independence would be extraordinary.
Who is your favorite president?
It’s not Grant. I love Grant as a person. As a president, my favorite is George Washington, because he did want to be a king and served only two terms as president. He set the tone for a new nation.
How do you keep a conversation going?
I ask questions to find commonality and listen.
When her fiancé is away on business, lonely Samantha Hunter despairs and absorbs herself in historical research. Her nighttime dreams being so vivid, Samantha believes she’s traveling to a past century. As she navigates the Victorian era rules of dos and even more don’ts, she charms Ulysses S Grant while struggling to maintain her present-day romance.
Enjoy an Excerpt
During the night, Samantha had a vivid dream. She was in a rural town wearing her Victorian-style dress. The weather was cool so she wrapped the crocheted afghan around her shoulders. And her sockless feet were cold in her slip-on shoes.
The few men she saw were in worn, soiled work clothes and walked with purpose. The so-called roadways were not paved but dirt paths. No cars or trucks, but horses and carts. A few wooden one-story buildings scattered here and there.
This must be a dream in which the clock has been turned back, Samantha thought. But where am I?
She strolled, aware she had not seen any other women. Pulling the afghan around herself snugly, she walked with her head tilted down to avoid catching the eye of any man in whatever this place was, glancing up often to learn more of her surroundings.
Then two women hurried toward her, each carrying a wooden bucket of water. Their cotton dresses hung to their ankles, with full skirts gathered at the waist of fitted bodices. Plain white cotton bonnets covered their heads, and shawls were wrapped around their shoulders. They looked at Samantha disapprovingly. Her dress was too fancy for this rural town. Moreover, she wasn’t wearing a bonnet or hat; a bare head was a means of solicitation by prostitutes. She hugged her body with the afghan, which served as a shawl to hide her uncorseted torso.
The dream seemed authentic. Despite her uneasiness, she thought, Enjoy the dream. If I don’t like it, I’ll wake myself up.
Around a corner, she spotted a few men in uniform. Soldiers. Maybe the army. This might be a small town next to an army fort, Samantha guessed. Still, not a good place for a woman.
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