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Five-Line Friday-Between the Guys
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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 I will delete comments that aren’t appropriate or offensive to some audiences. (Sorry.)
There’s a special bond between guy friends. Today, if you feel inclined, share five lines of your novel where the guys are being guys. If you would rather share something else, please feel free.
My lines are from Heartbreak and Honor again.
Bretheridge nudged Lucan’s upper arm. “Forget about titles, reputations, scandal, and gossip. You need to convince her to marry you as a man who loves her, adores her, and cannot fathom a day in his life without her. Nothing else matters to a woman.”
“Waxing poetic, Bretheridge?” Lucan skewed his mouth into a lopsided smile. “What’s this nonsense about love? Much too soon to toddle along that nonsensical trail.”
Bretheridge grinned and slapped Lucan’s shoulder. “I just witnessed a man defending the woman he loves. You, my friend, are, tit over arse, head in the wool-pile, smitten.”
Am I?
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I’m betting there will be a few grins after reading your tidbits!
I love that excerpt! Nothing better than a hero in love and totally clueless about it. Here’s an excerpt from my upcoming release, “Liliana’s Letter”:
“May I buy you a drink, my lord?”
A drink? He rocked back on his heels. Why not? Fordingham was a good sort, and no one waited at home for him. And he could pump the young man for news of Liliana.
And here’s the buy link for preorders: http://amzn.to/1j4cxk6
Happy Friday!
Ah, alternative motives!!
My hero in A Baron for Becky is grieving on the anniversary of the death of his wife and her baby. His best friend comes looking for him.
As he’d expected, Overton had made it no farther than the tavern a couple of streets over. “What are you drinking?” Aldridge asked, sliding into the bench beside him.
“Don’t know,” Overton said, sinking another from the line before him. Three gone, five to go.
Aldridge had a sniff. Gin. Probably illegally distilled on the premises. Rot gut, certainly.
“Let’s go home and get into my brandy.” Aldridge suggested, putting his hand over the poison.
Buy links on my website. http://judeknightauthor.com/books/a-baron-for-becky/
Now that’s a true friend!!
Lines about the boys—great idea Collette! Here’s a bit from Dangerous Weakness when Glenaire’s friends come to rescue him from the Barbary corsairs.
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“What next, Richard? How do you want us to play this?” Andrew asked.
“You two go back to fetch the gold. Demand to take Lily with you. He won’t let us both go without payment, but he might send her.”
A slight smile played on his brother-in-law’s mouth. “Your wife, Richard? And from appearances, in an interesting condition.”
“As good as, Andrew, and don’t say differently. She’s about to birth that baby any day now. I need to get her out of here.”
Will looked over Richard’s shoulder. “Our host looks impatient. Let’s get this over with.” The three men turned back to Hamidou. “Nice suit, by the way,” Will put in, looking at Richard’s tattered robe.
“Get us out of here and you may tease me the rest of your days.”
“I plan to.” Will’s grin passed quickly. He approached Hamidou.
Guys switch gears so much quicker than women do.
What great snippets!! Thanks so much for this Collette. Mine is from my WIP, It Started with a Kiss, which will be the third book in The Worthingtons.
Instead of screaming or whimpering as any other well-bred female would do, she scowled. “For goodness sake, Gideon, didn’t anyone tell you that wounded animals are dangerous?”
Her tone held such disgust, he wanted to laugh. “I seem to remember someone saying that.” All he’d wanted to do was keep her safe from harm, and he’d brought her into the middle of it. He glanced around the cottage. How the hell were they going to get out of here? “Wait here.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” Grabbing his shoulders, she rolled on top of him. “I am a much smaller target, and I have a pistol. Do you?”
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Ella, you have such intrepid heroines! 🙂
Thank you, Barbara!
She’s utterly delightful, Ella!
Thank you, Collette, but I really need to read the whole thing before I post. I’m sorry.
Great idea, Collette! This is from “Say You’ll Love Me.” http://www.entangledpublishing.com/say-youll-love-me/
Edmund raised his brows. “Have you ever known me to wager?”
Oakley shifted his eyes back to Edmund. “Come to think of it, no. Why is that?”
Edmund leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “I have six younger sisters. Six. That means six dowries.
I haven’t a farthing to spare.”
Oakley smirked. “We all know you’re flush, Longcroft.”
“Because I don’t wager.”
Brilliant. Gads, six sisters?
Smirking myself, here.
This is between Colin Warren and his valet, Fletcher, from my upcoming release, The Rake’s Irish Lady. It’s not available for pre-order yet.
“According to Mrs. Black—a most pleasant woman, and not the sort I would have expected to succumb to your seductive blandishments, but everyone makes mistakes—”
“Get to the point, Fletcher,” Colin growled.
“As I was saying, according to Mrs. Black, the thief snatched a small purse from your hand, but a much larger one was found in your pocket. It is on the dresser and contains a little over two hundred and ninety guineas.”
That sounded right. He’d had close to twenty in the purse he’d lost. Clever of her to leave the rest untouched.
“She is most contrite, because it was whilst you were defending her from two drunken gentlemen that the thief took you unawares.”
Colin didn’t believe this, but just for the exercise, he tried to remember such an occurrence, and failed.
“It is not uncommon for a blow to the head to affect one’s memory,” Fletcher said, “so it isn’t surprising that you don’t recall charging to the rescue like a knight in shining armor.”
He enjoyed Fletcher’s sense of humor more when it was at someone else’s expense. “Are those your words or hers?” he snarled.
“Hers, repeated verbatim.”
I adore Fletcher!!
I always love reading everyone’s snippets!
This one’s from One Scandalous Kiss – http://amzn.com/B00V3MGEOA
Lucius laughed. Out loud. Not a long drawn-out sound, more of a brief chortle, escaping before he thought better of it.
Robert looked stunned. He blinked, then again, and sat up straight, holding himself very still, as if he feared Lucius would make more sounds, louder, and more uncharacteristically exuberant. Then the shock broke, softening his features, and his face creased into a full-on Wellesley smile.
“My God, man, you’re smitten.”
“I beg your pardon.”
That’s fabulous, Christy. I love their interaction.
Thanks. 🙂
I love this one. They are always amused when the other guy falls.
Hi Caro! Yes, it’s always the ones you least suspect of falling who fall the hardest, eh?
From Train Station Bride – Our hero, Jake sees his new bride washing up at the sink and hurries in, kicking over a bucket of dirty water and slipping in it, in his haste to tell Julia to cover up. Thanks Collette for letting us share and great idea about the ‘Man’ posts!
Julia knelt down beside Jake sitting in a puddle of water. “Don’t be angry. I was hot and dirty and wanted to wash up. No one saw me.”
Jake straightened out one arm behind him and leaned close to Julia. His eyes dropped to the low scoop of her silk under things and all that beautiful pale flesh behind it. He ran his finger down her neck, to her collarbone and trailed slowly down, stopping when his knuckle touched breast. Julia’s eyes dropped, and she let out a slow sigh.
“I know men that’d kill to see a woman like you, looking like this.”
http://www.amazon.com/Train-Station-Bride-Prairie-Crawford-ebook/dp/B00IKYR5SI/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top?ie=UTF8
Well, now. I need a fan. Mercy.
Thanks Collette! This is from What a Rake Wants – The Spies of Mayfair. My three spies are sailing to Ireland on a desperate mission.
Guy made his unsteady way toward them, his long legs barely holding him upright in the severe swell. “I shall be
glad to get off this ship.” He pulled the scarf tight around his neck. “I have no desire to develop the sea legs.”
“Nor me,” John said. “Guy, I shall have to take that handsome scarf from you shortly.”
“Mon dieu! Do you plan to send me home to Horatia frozen solid?”
http://www.amazon.com/What-Rake-Wants-Maggi-Andersen-ebook/dp/B00N23TH6A/ref=pd_sim_351_2?ie=UTF8&refRID=1DZ91H6KKSY1M8QSTTVF&dpID=51ktPu3Yn-L&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR108%2C160_
Horatia wouldn’t be pleased!
Thanks for the fun opportunity to share, Collette! This clip is from my newly released debut novel, “Fool Me Once” (Book One in the Melody Joy Personal Mysteries series). http://smile.amazon.com/dp/B015ZB1548
Walter and Riley are best friend and college roommates, getting acquainted with an apartment full of eligible young ladies.
Riley was a bit surprised to learn that four of us were from the same hometown. “So four of you have names that start with M-E-L, and four of you are from the same city. How did that work out?”
“Riley,” Walter answered, “the one has nothing to do with the other.”
“Oh—uh—right.” Riley laughed again. It sounded kind of like a soda can being smashed on a concrete floor. I shuddered. He seemed like a nice enough guy. I would have to figure out how to get past that laugh.
Two weeks later, Riley called me on the phone. “Hi, MJ. I’ve been asked to call you to see if you might be available for a date this coming Saturday night.”
“What?” I asked, incredulous.
“A date. You, on a date, with a guy. Dinner, a movie. Maybe ice cream afterward.” Riley sounded nervous.
“Who with?” Please, don’t let it be Riley. No. No. No.