When I wrote this story four years ago, I had immersed myself in the First World War era from the Canadian perspective. Canada had participated in this war and, in the process, had transformed itself from a British colony into a country. The pride in my country had grown. Knowing all these men and women had sacrificed their lives in the name of peace, made me sad and grateful at the same time.
This book tells a tale of romance, action, adventure during the war in France and Belgium. Two strangers meet in the midst of uncertain times. Paris is the backdrop for most of the story. I chose this wonderful city because since I was a teenager, I have loved its history. Fifteen years ago, I had the chance to visit the city and stay there for a few days. There, I walked along the famous Champs-Élysées and climbed the Eiffel Tower. Interesting note about this Steel Lady. It was closed to the public during the First World War. However, it was used for radio communications.
When I visited Paris, it was certainly different from the Edwardian period. Yet, the city hasn’t lost its charm. The cobblestone streets and charming buildings haven’t changed much since our Canadian soldier’s have seen during the First World War. I can just imagine the loneliness and homesickness they must have felt when leaving home for the first time.
In honor of all these amazing people who fought for my country, I dedicate my book.
Here’s an excerpt!
Valise in hand, Winnie stood breathless as she gazed at the majestic ship floating with so much grace against the afternoon late November sky. She stepped forward, and her heart raced. After spending the last two years in Europe, she was finally headed home. Taking a deep breath of the cool, salty air, she calmed herself. “You can do this,” she whispered.
Fixing her wide-brimmed hat, she climbed the thick wooden walkway, her feet heavy with every step. She let her eyes glance down. The high distance from where she stepped and the water below made her nauseous and light headed. Taking another deep breath, she continued on her way while touching her growing belly and feeling the baby’s movements within.
“Winnie!” A man’s voice far behind her called out her name.
Looking out into the crowd behind her, she searched for the caller but saw no one familiar. She shook her head and continued her way up.
“Winifred Douglas!” the man’s voice called out again.
She stopped once more and looked below. For a brief moment, she could have sworn she heard her darling Henry calling out to her. Could it be he traveled all this way to Liverpool in order to find her? Her palms moistened inside her gloves. Walking a few steps back down the gangplank, Winnie bumped into people going up. She squeezed her eyes closed as people jostled their way past her. Stopping where she stood, Winnie looked everywhere for Henry’s handsome face. Unshed tears stung her eyes, and she felt dizzy. Taking a deep breath, she walked the rest of the way down the gangplank and waited one last moment for the familiar baritone to call out her name.
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