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Five-Line Friday First Fight
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Good grief.
Do you think I have enough alliteration going in the title: Five-Line Friday First Fight?
One of the things that makes a romance complete is the making up after a quarrel. Let’s post tidbits today of our hero and heroine having a spat.
My snippet is from Schemes Gone Amiss, Conundrums of the Miss Culpepper, Book 2.
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In this scene, Tristan has just proposed to Blythe.
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“He’s escaped justice far too many times. He must be held accountable.”
She closed her eyes, her lips trembling. Her lashes slowly lifted, and his heart turned to stone at the resignation and defeat in her eyes. “Then I regret, my lord, that I must decline your offer of marriage. I’ll not be married and widowed within a day’s time.”
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Your turn!
Ah, Collette ~ as usual, you are a hard act to follow! This is from Summerton, my latest release and the first of my Lady Eleanor Mysteries.
Resting his wrist on his raised knee, he idly tapped his fingers, drawing out the moment, giving her time to respond. She didn’t. He pretended to search his memory.
“Ah, yes!” He held up a finger, making his point. His wayward bride blinked. “Mustn’t forget the talking bird, which, undoubtedly, once belonged to a sailor.”
She gasped.
“I tried to banish it to the servants’ area. Cook is still blushing …”
LOL. I love the talking bird!!
I like it, Collette. Heh, Becca!
This is from A Baron for Becky, and is between Hugh and Becky. Hugh has just objected to the governess Becky wants to hire because she has had a child out of wedlock.
“Becky. No. I didn’t mean… Becky, you’re different.” Hugh looked bewildered. The benighted, stupid, arrogant lummox. “You didn’t want to… I mean, I’m sure you felt you had no choice.”
“Felt I had no choice? Felt?” The cold flashed to heat so fast, the burn scorched through her veins. She was out of her chair more quickly than she had moved in weeks, stalking towards him so fiercely, he stepped back and fell, rather than sat, on the sofa behind him.
Ha! Go Becky!
Thanks, Collette. This is from The Rake’s Irish Lady. http://www.amazon.com/Rakes-Irish-Lady-Scandalous-Kisses-ebook/dp/B018GK893U/
Sarcasm sat badly on Colin’s pale, strained features. He half opened his eyes. “While you were at it, why didn’t you just kill me?”
For an astonished moment, Bridget didn’t know what to say. “*I* didn’t club you. *I* didn’t stab you. I just wanted to talk to you. Please lie down again. You look most dreadfully ill.”
He ignored that. “You had someone follow me.” He winced again.
“Yes, but how else was I know to where you were? You locked your windows, and you didn’t keep your promise to visit me.”
Highlight of my week, Five-Line-Friday! Excerpt from The One (The Only One) #1
“You should have thought of that before,” he hissed venomously. “Now go, before I kill you!” He pushed her toward the door, and she stumbled.
She turned to him, seizing what little dignity she had left. “I will never let you take my children, Miles. I will fight you! You will never take them from me, I’d rather die.”
Thank you Collete
Now that’s intense!
Thanks, Collette! This is a scene from my WIP, Sweet William, the last of my Wildflowers of Scotland novels. William and Lyndsie just finished a “Chopped” type competition, where William’s sweet Farm Boy BBQ sauce won over her savory Carnitas-style pork loin. http://www.amazon.com/Sherrie-Hansen/e/B007YXQJ4W
William crossed his arms. “What did I do now?”
“That sickeningly sweet act. Being nice to me, and conciliatory, when it’s me who’s been rude.”
Well, at least she was admitting it this time. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“What?” She glared daggers through his chest.
He was tempted to remind her that stress and contentiousness and negativity were just as detrimental to the human body as sugar was. And then, he thought again. “Lyndsie, it’s time we get a few things straight. I’m not sure who it is that’s treated you so abominably that you can’t accept a genuine compliment or take a kindly remark at face value, but I’m not going to be mean to you simply to satisfy your diminished sense of self-worth. You’re a beautiful woman, and you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. I will treat you with nothing less. It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, or whether it irks you. It’s the way I am, and I intend to be nice to you no matter what abuses you heap on me. Now let’s get to work, shall we?”
A delightful spat!