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The Paris Portal by Anne Bashore and M.E. Wilson
Daphne is a young woman time-traveling to the 1920s on a mission - to retrieve a specific painting and save it from disappearing. But in the course of her investigation, she is swept off her feet by a local crime lord’s son - and she ends up jeopardizing not only her mission, but also both of their timelines.
My first, instinctive reaction to describe this book is: ACE, HISTORICAL AND FANTASTIC (all caps completely necessary).
More coherently, I really did enjoy this story - as a history nerd, I am extremely jealous of Daphne’s time-traveling adventures, especially when the time she travels to is so vividly painted; the plot was well-balanced and kept me scrolling through page after page; and I fell in love with the main characters - and the ace romance. Ohhhh the ace romance was adorable <3
Getting to see a non-sexual relationship treated seriously - just as all-consuming and important as any sexual relationship, still portrayed as deeply loving and worth sacrificing for - was incredibly refreshing, especially between the two well-developed main characters of this story!
I’m so excited to see what these amazing authors write next :) You can find them on Tumblr at @bwauthors, or on Twitter at @BWAuthors.
10/10 stars: brilliant worldbuilding and character development, amazing ace relationship; absolutely cannot recommend this book highly enough!
(source: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078R1FM81/)
*makes aus for own ocs* i am my own fandom
She didn’t know why she wanted to cry.
It wasn’t as though the news surprised her. Brochard had texted her to meet him in his office before she left campus for the day, and she’d stopped on her way back to her car. Even as the other interns hushed and made themselves scarce, her suspicion hadn’t grown–until the man closed his office door once she’d taken a seat inside. In all her years of working for and with him, she couldn’t remember a single other time he’d done that. At least, not intentionally.
“The Society…”
And that was just the start. Her actions, which she already knew would never be forgotten, were also deemed unforgivable. It was unlikely she would ever be sanctioned to travel again, and there would be a quiet inquest of sorts into the merit of her past actions where the Society’s agenda was concerned. Despite her faithful service, the upset she’d caused was too great a sin for them to trust her for some time.
“I argued in your favor. I told them you are by far one of the brightest–”
“I appreciate it, Professor,” she said, but her mouth was already dry, and the words felt like stones as they dropped to the floor. “If that’s all–”
“Daphne–”
“If that’s all,” she repeated, and he relented and allowed her to leave.
She fought back tears as she fumbled with her keys in the ignition of her car, and choked them down again as an impromptu trip to the grocery store saw a carton of her favorite ice cream sitting in the passenger seat beside her. Years of her life, now wasted. If the Society wouldn’t allow her to continue her work, what good was her internship, or the experiences she’d had? And all because Julien Lefèvre stole his way into her heart.
The Paris Portal - Anne Bashore & M. E. Wilson
Available January 2018
The Paris Portal - Anne Bashore & M. E. Wilson
Have a secret fiance in France? That’s what everyone thinks. No of course not. Imagine not knowing if he’d ever come back.
Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
you’re just another liar in command.
old gods still walk in these thickets
He could have died. A few inches to the side, a few more seconds seated instead of pulling her to the floor. That was all it would have taken.
But more chillingly, the sickening feeling of dread that she just couldn’t shake as it knotted and twisted around her spine, was not knowing if he should have. If her presence had already inadvertently altered the course of history, if her being there had changed events beyond recognition. Without her sitting beside him, he wouldn’t have moved so quickly, wouldn’t have sought to protect her. The bullet that had grazed his arm might have been the one that should have stopped his heart.
She didn’t know. She couldn’t, then. Her mission was incomplete, and until it was…
It had been six days since the incident, and she’d felt each day as though it were a year. Despite that each night the want to see him again rose up, she stifled it, smothered it, suffocated it. She had to focus on her assignment, or everything truly was lost. And despite that small voice in the back of her mind playing devil’s advocate and arguing that if she’d already changed the future she might as well do what she liked until the painting could be secured, she ignored it.
The Paris Portal - Anne Bashore & M. E. Wilson
Available January 2018
Joyeux Noël - a collection of holiday-themed flash fiction pieces centered around the main characters from our WIP, The Paris Portal.
With their skates laced and tied, she used his scarf to tug him playfully into a kiss, then slowly got to her feet. She wobbled only a few moments before she got her bearings, carefully turning on the mats to face him, hands extended. He looked uncertain, but a smile served enough reassurance and, with her assistance, he soon wobbled on his feet alongside her.
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If you love to write, just keep doing it. Keep writing. If you feel skeptical about your ability, keep writing. If you get stuck, take a little break, read, get to know yourself, collaborate with others, then keep writing. Keep writing. Eventually you’ll look back at some of the first things you wrote, then to what you can write now, and you’ll be astounded by your growth. Be in awe that you grew, because growing is so rarely easy, then write and grow some more.
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Self Destruct.
“ Isn’t the more important question whether I’m a danger to you? ”
The Paris Portal - Anne Bashore & M. E. Wilson
