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Five-Line Friday
Where authors and readers meet to share and read romance novel snippets!
Five-Line Friday RULES
- Five lines of your current work in progress, new release, soon-to-be-released … whatever. (Do keep it as close to five sentences as you can.)
- You are welcome to post buy links too.
- PG (I don’t have a warning on my blog about content, so it has to be appropriate for all viewers. I will delete comments that aren’t appropriate or offensive to some audiences. Sorry.)
Last week, we posted first meet scenes. I’m posting a scene from Heartbreak and Honor (Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, book 3-December 2, 2015) when Lucan and Alexandra meet for the second time.
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A sharp pinch to her arm at last made her turn and look at her aunt.
“Ouch, that hurt.” Alexa rubbed the offended flesh. “Why did you pinch me?”
A glittering false smile on her face, Aunt Bridget conveniently dropped her fan. Bending to retrieve it, she whispered, “A Covent Garden courtesan is less bold. Drop your gaze. He’s almost upon us.”
No need to ask who he was.
At once, Alexa found the parquet flooring’s pattern utterly fascinating. Three pairs of glossy black shoes soon obstructed her view. She switched her attention to the even more intriguing toes of her slippers.
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love it!
Thanks Denise!
Love the lines Collette. I don’t often get the chance the play, but today I had a bit of time to stop by. Below are lines from the upcoming book Dead Reckoning, book 2 of my Northstar Security Series. Release date yet to be announced.
From a distance, she hadn’t recognized him without his shorts and T-shirt. He was wearing stylish cargo pants and an olive green polo shirt. The beach bum was gone. Her heart flipped at the transformation. It wasn’t only how incredibly sexy he looked—it was the fact that he’d changed for her. He’d stepped out of his comfort zone to support her.
At that moment, she knew she loved him. Not a girlish crush. Not the heady rush of being in love. What she felt was a rich, deep love that filled her—body and soul.
You can find Proving Ground, book 1 here:
http://www.amazon.com/Proving-Ground-Northstar-Security-Book-ebook/dp/B00UXCZ3AM/
Thanks for letting me play
That last line…truly sigh-worthy!
Thanks, Stanalei. I like your excerpt. It implies a lot!
Lovely lines so far!
Here’s a few lines from The Test of Time:
She stood, intent on walking over to the window to look out, when a wave of dizziness washed over her.
“Sit,” he commanded, but his voice had softened. A small degree. “You are not well… Lady…”
Lady? Did she look like a lady to him?
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Oh, very intriguing. I immediately want to know more.
Thank you!
Great excerpts, ladies! Here is another from A PERFECTLY UNREGIMENTED CHRISTMAS which will appear in the anthology CHRISTMAS REVELS II , up for pre order soon.
And if you haven’t read CHRISTMAS REVELS I , which features the 2015 Holt Medallion winner for best Romance Novella – A PERFECTLY DREADFUL CHRISTMAS – here is the buy link!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PTR7HAU
The second time Belle encounters Viscount Pennyworth he is in bed after taking a nasty fall down the stairs. He has summoned her to his chamber to find out how her son fares. The viscount fell down the stairs saving the young boy’s life.
“Mrs. Winters?”
Drat! “Yes, my lord?”
“Has your son ever attacked anyone?”
Belle turned slowly to face him. “I beg your pardon?”
“In the throes of one of his fits. Has he ever attacked anyone, done them harm?”
“No, my lord. Never.” She dared not look away, so curious was the look on his face, so incomprehensible. “Is there anything else, Lord Pennyworth?”
“Yes. I will give you and Lady Pennyworth tonight to concoct whatever story you wish me to believe, but at breakfast tomorrow, I expect to discover how and why those boys are in residence here and how quickly you two ladies intend to get them out of my house.” He flung the covers to his waist, rolled onto his side—revealing a long, lean expanse of muscled scarred back—and pulled a pillow beneath his head. “Good night, Mrs. Winters. Close the door behind you.”
Thanks, 19th Century Lady. Must be quite a bit of drama going on here!
Louisa, Lord Pennyworth is becoming one of my favorite heroes!
Hi everyone,
Great teasers!
Here’s mine from A Season for Killing Blondes…
As I approached the two men, my heart started beating faster. Carlo Fantin. How could I have forgotten my old high school crush? If anything, he looked even better now than he did back then. He hadn’t bulked up or lost his hair. He was still hunk material.
He stared, his blue eyes widening in surprise and something else I couldn’t quite define. Amusement. Anticipation. Maybe even lust. He stopped talking to Uncle Paolo and gave me his full attention.
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Collette, thanks for this opportunity.
Joanne 🙂
So glad you stopped by, Joanne! What a great deal for only 99¢!
Thanks, Collette. I like the bit about the shoes. I guess Lucan and Alexandra are “sole” mates. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist!)
Anyhow, here’s my we-meet-again snippet, again from my medieval fantasy romance WIP, “The Weeping Dragon”.
Then a face appeared to her right in the mirror-like water. Dorrit gasped and turned toward the source of the reflection. There, not three feet away, stood William.
He smiled. “Good morning, my lady. Forgive me for startling you.”
Dorrit was at a loss for words. It was all she could do to keep her heart from beating out of her chest.
He went on; “May I speak with you?”
Somehow she found her voice. “About what?”
He glanced aside. “How shall I begin? I wish I knew the right words.”
“My father told me to speak from the heart. That’s the least likely way to go wrong.”
As always, feedback is welcome. Have a great weekend, everyone!
That title is so intriguing, Mary Anne! Loved the snippet too.
Lovely second meets. Every one is so tempting! Mine is from Raven’s Lady, a short story for the sampler book I’m giving away this Christmas. Felix has just revealed his identity to the girl who last saw him as a boy of 14.
Miss Bellingham was examining him with narrowed eyes. “You are dead,” she told him.
“No,” he said.
Joselyn still got a white pinched look around her lips when she was angry, Felix noted, and two bright spots of colour on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he said, not sure what he was apologising for.
“You should be. I cried. I wore black for a year. Why are you not dead, Felix?” And then she was in his arms, punching his shoulder and fighting back tears.
Thanks, Jude. Intriguing snippet. There must be some heavy drama behind her reaction to meeting him again.
And now I want to know why she thinks he was dead!
I’m slipping in right under the wire with a second “meet” scene from my second Wildflowers of Scotland novel, Blue Belle. Buy link: http://amzn.com/B00K33ND3K Thank you, Collette!
Michael followed Logan’s eyes back to the booth.
“She’s eye-sweet, a right,” Logan said.
The strappin’ laddie was right about that. Isabelle McAllister was pure Southern belle, warm and dewy-looking as a sultry night laced with the scent of cherry blossoms – a true lady, if her shy but charming gestures said anything at all. Definitely not an agent of subterfuge. But he’d never convince Logan of it.
Michael let his eyes roam back to the booth. There was still something about the woman that was not quite right, assuming his instincts hadn’t dulled too much in the last nine months. Maybe it was the way she kept clutching at her bag. He would have written it off as the jittery habit of someone who’d lived in a big city too long if she hadn’t looked so stiff and… Downtrodden? Deflated? He didn’t know quite how to describe it. For whatever reason, Isabelle looked as blue as the wildflowers blooming in the pasture behind his cottage.
“She must be connected to the blokes who want to dredge the bay.” Logan fumed. “There’s nae other explanation for it.”
“All the more reason not to be spilling your guts to the woman,” Michael cautioned him. That was the problem with Southern belles – they lured you into complete and utter surrender with their sweet-as-honey voices. Then, when it was too late, you realized you’d been had by a mind as sharp and acute as a shard of fine Irish crystal.
Thanks, Sherrie. Yes, she’s up to something! The guys too, if you ask me. Good luck!