We all know you can’t have a good book without conflict. Many times we need to have more than one to carry the book. Today, I’d love it if you post fan excerpt of your hero and heroine’s first conflict. Or, if you don’t want to post an excerpt of your own, post a conflict from another work that you like.
Here is mind from The Seduction of Lady Phoebe, which will be released in autumn.
An hour later, dressed in a very pretty gown of sprig muslin, Phoebe made her way towards the drawing room, passing through the picture gallery. The afternoon sun lit one-half of the wide corridor. Long mullioned windows were flanked by red and gold brocade hangings and red velvet-covered benches sat against the outside wall.
Centuries of portraits of somber-faced Vivers hung on the inside paneled walls. As she approached the ancient, carved, double doors leading to the grand staircase, something moved. She stopped.
Lord Marcus staggered slightly as he strolled out from the corner. “I’ve been looking for you, my dear.” His words were slurred as if he was drunk.
“Lord Marcus, have you been drinking?” A chill ran through her as she remembered what Lady W had said.
“Just a mite,” he said. “Liquid courage and all that. I have something important to discuss with you.”
She raised her chin and moved to go around him. “I have nothing to say to you, my lord.”
“But I have a lot to say to you, m’dear.” He held out a hand to block her exit. “Come to me, Phoebe.”
Her initial trepidation turned to rage. She narrowed her eyes and used her coldest tone. “How dare you address me in such a manner? Out of my way and let me pass.” How could she have been so wrong, and now what was she to do?
Lord Marcus’s arm snaked out to grab her. “I’ve a better idea.”
Phoebe jumped back and tried to run around him, but he caught her. The strong scent of brandy assailed her nose. Her heart thudded wildly. What a mistake she had made. Lord Marcus was nothing like she’d imagined. She had to get away from him.
His arm tightened around her. He took her jaw in his hand and turned it to face him. “I love you, and I want you to be mine.”
His gaze burned hot. She shook her head back and forth, trying to avoid his lips and his fingers brushed her breast. A jolting thrill went through her followed by overwhelming panic. What had he done to her?
For the first time in Phoebe’s life, she was truly afraid. Desperate, she broke his hold and drove her fist into his nose.
Blood spurted out. Lord Marcus reeled back and fell to the floor with a grunt.
She stood over him, shaking with anger. “You rogue—you have the privilege and wealth of a gentleman, and what do you use it for? Nothing. I didn’t want to believe the stories, but you’ve proven them true. You treat people with contempt and wonder why you’re not respected. Until you learn to put others first and use your power and affluence to help people rather than hurt them, you will remain the poor excuse for a man you are now. Leave this house now. I never want to see you again.”