IT ALL STARTED BECAUSE OF A BOOK COVER.
My name is Ally Walker. I live in Los Angeles. I’m shy, inhibited, and my dull life revolves around my dead-end job and my bleak apartment. I have no love life and no comfort. My one shining light—books. I love to lose myself in fiction.
However, one day something happens not only to make me crazy but to change my boring life forever.
My existence explodes as I pass by my favorite bookstore. The image of a medieval man on a book cover grabs me, and I am compelled to buy it.
As I read, I become mesmerized and fall hopelessly in love with the hero. The trouble is the target of my affections is a fictional character from the year 1277 in Medieval England. Now it’s ridiculous to fall in love with a fictional character! Right?
It get’s worse. In the story, Keane gets into serious trouble, and I become desperate to warn him. I must help him! Obsessed. Can’t sleep or eat.
For God’s sake, Ally, I say to myself, you can’t do that. What? Time Travel?
Targeted Age Group:: 18-65
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It was the idea of a woman falling in love with a fictional character, becoming obsessed with him and wondering how she could travel back in time to be with him.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
We wanted a heroine who was not your normal, kick-butt, confident, spit-in your eye, romance novel protagonist. Ally thinks she is a real loser (and is) but has events throughout the story that kick her into changing into the person she truly wants to be.
CHAPTER ONE: The Paperback Novel
PAULINE TOWERED OVER my five-foot-four frame, an intimidating, tall Amazon who wore lots of red lipstick drawn with an exaggerated line, hoping to hide that she had thin lips.
“I didn’t take the file, Pauline.”
“There’s your signature. You signed it out.”
She was right. There was the card showing that I had signed it out. The forged signature on the card taking the place of the missing file was obvious to me. I felt stupid accusing Jeannette of the treachery of falsely putting my name on it, so instead I just said nothing.
“I need that file by this afternoon for a meeting. Alice, you are such a fuckup!” Pauline snarled. She liked to use my real name instead of Ally.
“Whoa, Pauline. How can you say that? I always meet deadlines, and I always meet my quotas.”
She said nothing in response to my defense and just stomped off, her four-inch heels clicking on the tile floor. It would have been better if she had slapped me or said, “You are fired.”
The file drawer hung open, holding all the insurance claims made by each client. One drawer of hundreds like it. I slowly closed it. My face was red and my eyes were watering from embarrassment as I retreated to my cubicle, got my purse, and left the office for lunch. I kept my eyes on the industrial carpet as I walked down the aisle between the hundreds of cubicles in the huge office, where I was sentenced to work amid a sea of warren-like stalls.
The catty girls in the office always wore the latest clothes, or lack of clothes, cultivating outrageous hairstyles in all colors of purple, magenta, and blue, parts of their heads shaved, and some of them sporting tattoos and chains. Also along with all of this riffraff of humanity, there was Jeannette, a supervisor with unknown duties, a tall blonde of twenty-two who was like a gang-leader to the rest of the ladies, and who made it her mission in life to make my life miserable.
Why was a mystery because I was quiet and stayed to myself, rarely interacting with anyone. I made sure I was not a threat to them and certainly was not competing for the attention of the few men in the office. I wore no makeup, pulled my long auburn hair tightly into a ponytail, and wore baggy sweaters that concealed my body. I even wore glasses that I didn’t need, a prop to hide behind. Maybe I brought out the beast her, the way wolves attack the weakest of the pack.
I sighed as I went down the elevator. What a loser. Thirty-two floors sped by quickly and opened to a large lobby. I rushed out and down the street. For the millionth time, I wished I could change my life, thinking at the same time that it was impossible.
I was so wrong. I’ll get to why and to what happened, but first, let me introduce myself. My name is Alice Arden Walker.
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