Five-Line Friday-Slaps, Smirks, and Slipups
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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 sentencesas 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.)
Today, we’re posting scenes that include slaps, or smirks, or slipups. That should make things quite interesting!
Since SCHEMES GONE AMISS releases February 1st, I’m including a tidbit from Blythe and Tristan’s story.
“Surely she understood what such a clandestine arrangement with me entailed, and she chose ruin regardless.”
The men’s outraged exclamations mixed with the women’s shocked gasps.
“Considering I have you in my grasp, you’re an utter beef-wit to continue to besmirch her honor.” Giving Phillips a mocking slap, Tristan permitted himself a gratified smirk and stepped away. “I demand satisfaction. Name your second.”
Oh, I’m almost drooling in anticipation of your snippets!
From The Highlander’s Accidental Marriage:
“Are ye done, lass? With the weight of me, ye, and all those wet clothes on my horse’s back, we’ll be lucky to make the next inn by nightfall.”
She smiled at him. “Yes. I am ready.” Without another word, she sashayed over to his horse and stood next to it, her eyebrows raised. “Well. Are we leaving?”
Professor McKinnon had to shut his mouth, which hung open. He stomped over and, grasping her waist, flung her onto the horse’s back. She immediately began to slide to the other side, the weight of the wet clothes pulling her over. He reached out and grabbed her, tugging her the other way. Her arms flailing, she slid toward him and fell off, landing on him, sending both of them into the mud.
And then…?
I want to know more!
Forgot: http://bit.ly/1Wr4w6w
Thanks, Collette! This is from The Rake’s Irish Lady. As a last resort, Bridget is climbing into Colin’s bedroom window.
Bridget rose, shoved the window up hard, and climbed through, one leg, then her body, then the other leg. The bunched-up skirts of her gown caught on the sill, ripping as she yanked it through. She lost her balance and tumbled to the floor.
“What the bloody hell?” Colin cursed from the next room.
Ah, well. She’d hoped for a more dignified meeting, but this would have to do. She stood and began calmly untying her skirts. Calmly in appearance, at least; her heart thudded chaotically and her fingers fumbled with the knots.
http://www.amazon.com/Rakes-Irish-Lady-Scandalous-Kisses-ebook/dp/B018GK893U/
Bridget is so gutsy!
Thanks Collette! This is from When We Dance…
Instead of leaving the chapel, instead of finding comfort in the bosom of her family, instead of remaining calm, Artemisia sealed her fate as a hot-tempered spinster. Walking with determination, she entered the chapel and approached Nigel. He did not stand, nor speak a word, just continued to smirk at her.
The muscles in her hand tightened into a fist with an ache that screamed for release. She stared down at his perfect square jaw, focusing on her target. Ignoring common sense, she swung her arm with all her might.
http://amzn.to/1PnHOuN
Good for Artemesia!
Here’s my current WIP. Book 2 of the Moonstone Magic Series–In Pursuit of a Scottish Lady
Worth nodded. “I tend to agree with you, Hugh. I do not think our highwayman is from around here. But I do intend to find her.”
Hugh looked confused. “Her, your grace?”
Damn, thought Worth. He had let that slip by mistake. He was just that obsessed with finding her. He was not paying enough attention to his speech. That was not like him. She was affecting his thoughts and actions.
“Did I say her? My mistake.”
I love the name Worth!
From my WIP–FLAT SPIN (Romantic Sci-Fi Thriller: He’s a space plane pilot. She’s a human-like alien with psychic powers.)
She ran her finger over his lips. “A new experience for you. Not perfunctory like with those other women.”
Geez! Her touch took away all his steely willpower. Apparently she’s not that innocent in the feminine arena either. She was right, though—that kiss had been anything but routine.
“More?” Creases at the corners of her exotic eyes conveyed her crafty import.
He traced his thumb just under her lower lip. “Yes, more.”
Oh, we may have to start distributing cool beverages and hand fans!
Here’s what occurred after the heroine of Dangerous Works slipped into the hero’s bed . She had been nursing him for several days and he was just improving. She meant to simply rest but she fell asleep. When she woke up she tried to sneak out, but, well. . .
His voice, hoarse with sleep, repeated, “Georgie?”
She briefly considered crawling out the door, but she was too late. Black eyes looked down at her over the edge of the bed.
She rose up on one elbow with a sigh of resignation and pushed herself up until she rested her chin on the side of the bed. No words came to her.
Andrew propped himself on both his elbows. “What are you doing on my floor?” he asked reasonably.
http://amzn.to/1DJj0Hi
This is from A Baron for Becky. Aldridge has just suggested his mistress as a wife to his friend Hugh.
“Do you think I would let a woman like her anywhere near my daughters? How dare you suggest I should give them a harlot as a mother!” He was on his feet, shouting. “A doxy’s bastard as Overton? Over my dead body!”
“Well, obviously,” Aldridge drawled, and something in the tone penetrated Hugh’s fury.
“Your dead body is rather the point.” Aldridge was on his feet, too, leaning forward over the table, his voice quieter than ever, his eyes chips of brown glass. “And sooner, rather than later, if you continue to insult Mrs Winstanley.”
http://www.amazon.com/Baron-Becky-Jude-Knight-ebook/dp/B00XWEPZK6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Caroline, I loved that snippet, and his response!
I’m dying to know more, Jude!
Thanks Collette, it tickled me to write.