A Train Through Time by Bess McBride

A Train Through Time Book Cover

And another spectacular cover by Tamra Westberry. I love it!

A Train Through Time is my first time travel, but not my last.  I love time travels, the juxtaposition of old and new…especially playing with modern dialogue versus the more formal dialogue of the late Victorian era here in the United States.  Both Love of My Heart and A Train Through Time are partially set in the late Victorian/early Edwardian era of the Pacific Northwest.

The idea came to me while I was at Glacier National Park last summer, and I took the train over to Eastern Washington several times to see my daughter who was giving birth to her first baby.  I imagined…what if one went to sleep on a modern train and woke up on an old one…  It’s not a new concept…although it was to me at the time.  I’ve seen other books addressing the same sort of time travel, but this one is special to me.  I love the hero, Robert, a Victorian man ahead of his time who dreams of a woman who has not yet been born…or come to his time.  Throw in a female college teacher of women’s studies who believes women are equal to men in all things, and what else can you have but love, love, love.  🙂

Book Trailer:


Blurb:  College teacher Ellie Standish thinks she’s on a sleek modern train heading to a conference on women’s studies in Seattle, but she awakens from a night’s doze to find herself on a bizarre historical train full of late Victorian era reenactors who refuse to come out of character.  When the leader of the group—one handsome, green-eyed Robert Chamberlain—finally convinces her the date is indeed 1901, a skeptical Ellie decries any eccentric theories of time travel and presumes she is smack dab in the middle of a very interesting historical dream.  She turns the directorial reins of her dream over to one smitten and willing Robert, only to realize that dreams cannot last forever.  Someday, she must wake up to reality, though Ellie no longer has any idea what reality is.  She only knows that Robert must play an important part in her future.  But how can he…if he’s only a figment of her imagination or worse yet…a man who belongs to an era long past?


“I’m not going to marry an eighteen-year-old girl, Grandmother.”  Robert turned away and strode to the bay window.  He stared down onto the city below.

“Robert, be reasonable.  You need to marry sometime.  Don’t you want a wife?  One young enough to give you children?  Any one of your sister’s friends would be quite suitable.”

“I’m afraid not, Grandmother.  I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Mrs. Chamberlain muttered.

“The right one.  She will come along.  I know it.”

“For goodness sake, Robert.  Where will you find her?  You never appear even to look.”

Robert continued to stare out the window with his hands clasped behind his back.  “I do not think I have met her yet, but I feel certain that I will know her when she does finally appear.”

“Robert, what nonsense!  You are usually so sensible in all matters except when it comes to this subject.  It seems my son’s wife raised a silly romantic,” the older woman muttered.

“Perhaps she did, Grandmother.  Perhaps she did,” he murmured with a smile.

“Give me great-grandchildren, Robert.  I cannot live forever.”

He turned away and grinned at the frail appearing silver-haired woman resting on the green velvet settee.

“Yes, you will, Grandmother.  You will outlive us all.”

“Hmmppff,” she muttered looking away.  “The house is quiet.  We need children in it once again.”

“Perhaps my sister can do the honors in a few years, Grandmother.  All she lacks is a suitable husband.”  He consulted his pocket watch.

She eyed him with a piercing stare.

“Have you become a confirmed bachelor, Robert?  Has time passed you by then?”

Robert laughed and bent to kiss his grandmother’s pale cheek.

“I hope not, madam.  I did not intend to remain a bachelor for the rest of my life.”

“Then why do you wait?  Give me a practical reason, none of your romantic musings.”

He straightened and grinned.  “I can only assure you once again that I wait for the right woman.  I know it sounds foolish, but it is the truth.”  He turned away toward the door.  “I must go into the office to see to a few things before we leave tomorrow.  I look forward to riding the train.  I always do.”

Buy Link:

 The Wild Rose Press

Bess McBride, www.bessmcbride.com, www.rvromance.com

4 Responses to A Train Through Time by Bess McBride

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  2. Natalli Di Angelo

    She’s a fiery hot chick yearning for a thick dick like mine! Let me drill you all the way honey!

  3. William

    You made some good points with this story. I did a search on the topic and found most people will agree with your views on this.

  4. debbie wallace

    Sounds like a great story! The book cover is lovely and reminds me of Alaska for some reason. Could be the snow capped mountain in the background.

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