Five-Line Friday-Giggles and Gasps
Where authors and readers meet to share and read romance novel snippets!
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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 viewers. I will delete comments that aren’t appropriate or offensive to some audiences. Sorry.)
My lines this week are dedicated to snippets that make readers giggle or gasp!
This is from my Regency Novella, A Kiss for Miss Kingsley.
In this scene, Olivia is none-too-pleased as a rival stakes her claim on Allen.
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Olivia turned her lips up in a cynical smile. At five feet ten inches, and with a head of unruly auburn hair, she was neither petite nor blonde. Nor nearly as curvaceous as the creature clinging to Allen, gazing at him with adoration, her full breasts crushed against his arm.
Ridiculously huge breasts, truth to tell. Did she stuff her gown? How did her small frame support those monstrosities? It was a wonder she didn’t topple forward onto her face.
Your turn! Let’s have some giggles and gasps!
lolol.
Denise
LOL I know what it feels like to be that huge boobed girl, but that’s so funny haha!
I joined in today too!
http://kjhstories.blogspot.com/2015/06/five-line-friday-deceptive-cadence.html
Wonderful to have you here, Katie!
I wasn’t prepared for his hand to hover over my cheek. Heat from his palm drew my face like night-vision goggles to prey. His thumb flicked a strand of hair off my brow. When his lips brushed mine, a shock of familiarity, of yearning, bolted through me.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice a harsh rasp in the quiet of the room. “I’d better leave while I still can.” SUMMER FLING http://www.loose-id.com/summer-fling.html
Love that line about night-vision goggles!
A super short snippet from my July release (up for pre-order now), To Kiss a Rake:
“Does one usually have one’s prospective bride knocked on the head?” Melinda retorted and clutched her temples again.
“That was an accident. A metal bracket fell and hit you,” the nauseatingly placid coachman said. “If you would sit still and calm yourself, your head might hurt less.”
“If you hadn’t abducted me, my head wouldn’t hurt at all!”
http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Rake-Scandalous-Kisses-ebook/dp/B00ZAY07OK/
I loved this book,
From Lightning Only Strikes Twice
“I think we oughtta git the doc,” the older boy spoke again. “Willie, you stay with her.”
The boy holding Annie’s hand looked up. “Me? Whadda I do if she dies?”
The girl leaned over and stared at Annie with solemn eyes. “Don’t die,” she whispered. “Willie’s afraid of dead people.”
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Lightning-Only-Strikes-Twice-ebook/dp/B00AD4V8X6/
Thanks for letting me play.
Cute,
Up until eight that very morning, when vows were exchanged, he had been considered The most eligible bachelor in the whole of England. Yet here he sat on his wedding night, in the dew dampened lawn of Summerset park, wearing no more than a red silk nightshirt, staring down into the soot-streaked features of his fleeing bride. ~ from ISABELLA due for release August, 2015
I want to know more!
Here is a little snippet from the first chapter of the Christmas novella that will be coming out in November in the anthology CHRISTMAS REVELS II – A Perfectly Regimented Christmas
“San Sebastian, madam. Where after surviving the perils of battle and the chaos of a rabble of soldiers intent on destruction, I was koshed on the head by a shovel-wielding Amazon who mistook me for a rapist. When I awoke, my brother, the actual rapist, crept out of an alley, slit my throat and delivered me to be buried in a mass grave. My brother, your beloved grandson.”
His grandmother gasped.An odd expression whisked across her face. Had he not known better, he might have believed his speech hurt the old woman. She was the Dowager Viscountess Pennyworth. The women in his family did not suffer pain. They delivered it, wrapped in grace and feigned affection.
“Perhaps you should continue to wear black, my lady,” the governess suggested. If there was a school for governesses, this woman had taken a first in Refuse to Smile No Matter the Provocation. Taken a first, hell. She’d taught the class.
“I cannot continue to wear black, Miss Winters,” his grandmother said. The fond look she turned on him threatened to take him to his knees. Where had that come from? “My grandson is no longer dead.”
“That remains to be seen, my lady. His brother’s knife failed to take his life, but the Amazon’s shovel apparently knocked all sense of propriety and manners out of his rather dense head.” Miss Winters nodded briefly at the dowager and marched toward the door.
Ben heard something suspiciously like a snort of laughter from the vicinity of his grandmother’s chair by the fire. He’d be damned if this completely inappropriate governess had the last word.
“Quitting the field so soon, Miss Winters?”
“On the contrary, my lord.” She dipped into a shallow curtsey. “I am going in search of a shovel.”
LOL. Love it!