Excerpt from A Season for Giving:
A SHHH! FROM THE opposite aisle a few rows back drew Christopher’s attention and then a vision in curls captured his attention. “Ev, who is that golden-haired beauty?”
“Viscount Locke’s gel,” Ev said, “Honoria Gilbert. Her mama attempted to marry her off last Season but failed.”
His outlook on tonight’s ball immediately improved. Miss Gilbert’s well-endowed figure was encased in a high-necked gown that constricted his breathing the longer he stared. Were all the men in Town blind? Locke had deep pockets, so a lack of dowry could not be the issue.
“Is she bookish?” he asked, but that hardly diminished her allure. He liked his women to be widely read on more matters than the latest fashion.
“Particular,” Ev whispered back.
“That is an impediment?”
Since she judges every fellow she meets as undeserving, yes.” Nick sounded piqued.
If Nick had tried to win this diamond’s favor and been rebuffed, Christopher understood his eldest brother’s peevishness. It was a rare occurrence. But that lack of success shot the lady higher in his estimation. Christopher took another look.
Her eyes were closed, as were everyone else’s, for prayers were underway. Her fist clenched beside her luscious bosom, she appeared to genuinely entreat the Almighty on an important matter. Then her gaze snapped open and swung to clash with his.
In November, I'll be over at Angela's Thankful Author blog. Come on over and check out what I'm especially grateful for, and perhaps share how you were blessed this year.
In fact, during all of November, 60 amazing authors will be there sharing what they're thankful for this year. Come check them out and their books. Perhaps you'll find your next favorite author...
- Current Mood: thankful
Terrified, I clambered up the man’s sleeve and huddled in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky smoky scent and praying that I would be safe there. You see, people don’t like black cats, not even little ones like me.
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- Current Mood: grateful
I speak a little bit about the difficulty of doing a remake of Sleeping Beauty - which inspired my Regency paranormal romance novel, A Devilish Slumber, published by Imajinn Books, an imprint of Belle Books.
"The trick with writing a re-make of such a classic story, however, is how to instill a fresh perspective on an age old tale."
- Current Mood: grateful
No matter how good the recreation, the experience of travelling on a tall ship would be slightly different today, than in the early 1800s.
Check out A Perfect Curse for a chance to imagine yourself aboard a packet ship -- The Magdalena -- on a journey from London to Cadiz.
there is the hint of a storm on the horizon,
so you may not make it to shore alive!
Here's a tiny excerpt from that sea journey in A Perfect Curse:
Her tight grip kept slipping on the slimy rope ladder. She hiked her skirts again until both her feet could find purchase on the steps. Still on the skiff, Mendal was reciting a gloomy biblical verse in rhythm to Nevara’s every slippery step.
At the top, Lord Terrance pulled her over the railing with a strong heave and a stout, “Well done, Miss Wood.” His mischievous grin and a glance down to his servants suggested he understood her misgivings. His beautiful wife, too, seemed to be hiding a smile.
Nevara was not amused. She had to share a cabin with Mendal during the upcoming voyage. She hoped the lady’s maid would desist from this worrisome praying. She had enough concerns to accompany her all the way to Cadiz.
Below deck, her cabin was no more than five feet wide and six feet in length. She and Mendal would have to share a sleeping pallet. The cot, a tiny table and two chairs were nailed to the floor, reinforcing her belief about the rocky nature of the upcoming journey.
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- Current Mood: thoughtful
Sri Lanka Trip Report #1: COOKING
Sarojah (not sure of spelling) was the lady who came to do the cooking at my cousin's place during the weekdays...
Sri Lanka Trip Report #2: all God's CREATURES great and small
On my 2nd day in Colombo, I recorded 3 "creature reports" in my diary.
Sri Lanka Trip Report #3: FACING MY FEARS
I had a lot fears about this trip. First, I wasn't sure what it would be like to go on a 2 week tour ---by myself--- in a foreign country (that had been experiencing internal fighting until very recently), joining a tour group (last time I joined a tour group, it was in Spain and I beefed up on my Spanish only to discover everyone spoke German!), having a roommate I'd never met (what if we didn't get along?), AND the trip included climbing several high places (I'm afraid of heights!)...
Sri Lank Trip Report #4: NAME THAT TUNE!
Our tour guide:
Receiving massages at an ayurveda stop.
Food was excellent, as was the company
I climbed this!
Loved the water...
Very sad to say goodbye.
- Current Mood: contemplative