Happy Six Sentence Sunday! My current WIP is coming along nicely and since my crit partners liked this part so well, I’m going to share part of the first conversation between my hero and heroine. Bear in mind he is just home from the sea and that experience has colored his language quite a bit. He’s not remotely close to being a gentleman. Such fun!
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Blythe set her hands to her hips. “Let me make one thing clear to you, Mr. Randall. Your glib tongue won’t work with me. I think you an utter scoundrel. A man not to be trusted and if you were not so abnormally sized, and I a lady, I would have you thrown head first from the window.”
“Abnormally sized? Lady Venables, have you been peeking at my rudder?”
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Forsaking the Prize
She was a faithful widow until…
Abducted at fourteen and sent away to sea, rough and ready sailor Tobias Randall endured exile and cruelty only to have his plans for revenge crumble. He may have made a terrible first impression upon his return to Romsey Abbey, but he has a plan to reclaim his place—he’ll marry quickly and marry a woman of wealth. Yet the perils of life at sea are nothing compared to the danger of attempting polite conversation with a proper lady.
… he reawakened her heart
Blythe, Lady Venables, may be revered as a faithful, proper widow, but a cruel misunderstanding has placed her sanity in doubt. Determined to clear her name, she forms an uneasy truce with the wildest Randall of all, Tobias—a man shamelessly willing to seduce her—to uncover the mystery plaguing Romsey Abbey. With doubts and fears against them, Tobias and Blythe each venture into uncharted territory – love and scandal.
Forsaking the Prize is a steamy regency romance novel.
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