Fanciful and Fabulous Five-Line Friday
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Dear Readers,
Our first Fanciful and Fabulous Five-Line Friday (FFFLF) on my new website and blog. I hope you take the time to tootle around and check it out.Â
FFFLF 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.Â
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PG please. (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.)
Coming March 2015
 I’m sharing a snippet from Wagers Gone Awry-Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper Book I
The woman regarded him much like a curious kitten; interest piqued, yet unsure of what to make of him. Her dark blue, almost violet, eyes glowed with humor, and a smile hovered on her plump lips. The wind teased the flaxen curls framing her oval face.
He reached for another roll. When did this impertinent man eat last?
“My father couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—come when Robert wrote asking for help,” she explained. “He sent me as his surrogate.”
“So he ordered you to come a thousand miles alone to lecture his son on the error of his ways?” the major asked in between bites.
“Not ordered! Permitted. He has his parish to shepherd.”
Dangerous Secrets available for Kindle March 18
Good stuff, Carol!
LOL. Impertinent men are fun. 🙂
Great new blog. Thanks for following me on Twitter. “The Widow’s Secrets” the second book in the series about a frontier family will be coming soon.
Sounds intriguing, Augusta!
Thanks, Collette. I love your new site. 🙂 This snippet is from a novella I’m playing around with. Its placeholder title is Summer Folly. (As for the real title, I have no idea yet! Titles are the hardest part for me.) Gwen is the heroine, and Melisande is her sister (who is foolish, but with some justification).
“Why doesn’t he try to touch me? I haven’t even felt his bare hands—we’re always gloved—but when I asked him—” Melisande turned away, and for the first time her voice was suspended by tears.
“When you asked him what?” Gwen asked softly, trying her best to be patient and kind in spite of the tantrum she’d just witnessed.
“To prove that he loved me.” Melisande whirled, glaring. “Yes, I asked him to bed me—is that so very bad?”
Yes, those darned gloves!!
Her laughter twinkled along the wind, reaching out to him.
She turned, saw him, and moved to flee, but she hesitated and fully faced him with a curious glint in her eyes, the tilt of her head.
She had large eyes, a full mouth, and high cheekbones. Bright colors comprised her long skirt that failed to hide her bare feet.
A Gypsy.
For The Love Of A Gypsy – Release date April 17th
I love stories with gypsies! I have a heroine in my Highland Heather Romancing a Scot series who is gypsy.
I agree — love gypsies, and the title is perfect.
Thank you! I can’t wait for the release. Collette, which book has a Gypsy?
In the Highland Heather Romancing a Scot series, the third book, Heartbreak and Honor has a Scottish Traveler (gypsy) as the heroin. I also have a part Romni heroine in The Viscount’s Vow.
Loving the new site, Collette !! Here are a few more lines from THE PRICE OF A GENTLEMAN, which I hope to loose on the world soon!
“You’re right about that, Miss Warren. All we have to do now is decided which of us sold ourselves the cheapest.”
They stared at each other, so close their breaths mingled and passed from his lips to hers in soft pants.
“I’ve got to get out of here, away from you.” His hands stretched and then stilled against his black-clad muscled thighs. “Away from this house.”
“You won’t be able to escape this house until we find out who killed Millicent.” She hoped he didn’t hear the desperation in her voice. His help and the security his presence offered, those things meant something to her. She refused to believe in any other reason for her overwhelming desire to have him stay.
He swept past her and strode to the library doors.
“Where are you going?” Sarafina asked.
“To hell, Sally-girl. If I’m lucky I can find a house to let there for the Season. You and I can play King and Queen of the Damned.”
What a wonderful snippet, Louisa!
Thanks so much for letting us post! BTW, I love our new website. 🙂 Here’s a snippet from my novella released in December, Holiday Hearts Awakening:
Long, strong legs took the porch steps in one stride and a golden muscled arm snaked around the little girl. Her eyes jerked up to be pinned by gunmetal-gray eyes narrowed beneath dark, beetled brows.
Her gaze dropped to full lips seamed shut in a hard line slashed across a too-handsome face. Jet black, wavy hair draped across a strong forehead. He must be six and a half feet, she thought as she struggled to push back the last vestiges of her panic attack.
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1yHtmVI
I’d have a panic attack if I saw him, Fiola.
Thanks, Collette. Great new site. 🙂 I have a new release, a Regency paranormal romance novel. First five lines from A Devilish Slumber.
A SCREAM RIPPLED across the misty, dockside air.
Sir Phillip Jones’s pulse lurched at that mournful cry. Gripping his walking stick, he raced down the hilly road of the deserted warehouse district in Wapping. A second muffled scream rang out and was then abruptly cut off. No longer concerned about keeping his movements covert, he ran toward those terrified shrieks.
Very intense! I’m hooked and want to know more.
Interesting. I can picture the scene in my head.
Collette, your new website is beautiful!!! And I love all the excerpts above. So little time, so many books to read!
Here’s the “meet” from a work I just started, as yet unnamed:
“She looks to be handful,” Charley said.
Penderbrook laughed. “Spanish women. Well, you would know. She’ll be miserable if he throws her to that cold fish.”
A soft click behind them made him turn. A lady had appeared, the light behind her shadowing her face. Nothing, however—not the furbelows and flounces on her white dress, not the lack of light—nothing could hide that figure.
He dropped his smoke and bowed. Speech failed him—as it never did. She was exquisite.
Love that name, Penderbrook, Alina.
“dropped his smoke” is even more telling than “speech failed him.”
Oh darn, that should say, “She looks to be a handful.”
Happy Friday, everyone!
LOL!
What a wonderful idea, Collette! Here are the first lines of my new release, Bleddyn Hall:
Isabel Sutton gazed out the library window, her forefinger bookmarking her place in Ann Radcliffe’s The Romance of the Forest. Louis’ growing affection for Adeline drew a sigh from her, and she could still hear the trampling of horses near the abbey as she watched the riders and carriages in Hyde Park. Her mind teetered on the edge of fantasy and reality as the grandfather clock in the hall outside the library chimed four-o’clock.
A rap on the door startled her. Aunt Jane appeared in the doorway. “I should have known you would be here.”
http://www.amazon.com/Bleddyn-Hall-Amanda-L-V-Shalaby-ebook/dp/B00SZ4L0BQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1424473467&sr=8-1&keywords=bleddyn+hall
This is lovely, Amanda. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the invitation!
The Widow’s Walk
by Carole Ann Moleti
The ghost was back. The odd smell, cloying, stale, like flowers a few days past their prime, tickled Mike’s nose. He rolled over and patted the tousled heap of linen. Liz wasn’t next to him, which wasn’t unusual. The baby still wasn’t sleeping all night, and she’d feed him in the nursery. But he shouldn’t be this cold under all these blankets. And that odor . . .
Mike’s heart thumped, double time. “Liz?” No answer.
“Liz?” Why wasn’t she responding? Was she sleepwalking? Was she breathing?
Well, that creeped me out—as I suspect it was meant to.
I love reading all of these. Thanks, Collette!
From my WIP – It’s Only Words, a Christian romance.
Noticing that Carrie had made sure she was seated next to Jason, Hana watched as Carrie rested her hand on Jason’s arm as she spoke to him, and how she laughed giddily at everything he said.
Is that the way I’m supposed to behave? Hana asked herself. Is that really what men like? Deep in thought, she returned to her spot on the sofa, concluding that she would much rather be herself and face rejection, than to pretend to be something she wasn’t. She looked up then to find Jason watching her intently.
Aren’t they fun, Kimberly?