Good morning and welcome to Sunday News! This week was crazy busy as I tried to tie up all the bits and pieces for RWA Nationals, finished beta reads and critiques for my lovely critique partners, and tried to find some down time for me.
Congratulations to ki pha who won a copy of The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh on Kadee’s blog.
After I sent Pursuing Miss Eugénie Villaret, book #5 in The Marriage Game to my beta readers, I decided to take a couple of weeks off from writing. I’ve had scenes roaming around my head for the next two books, but was attempting to ignore them. Finally my muse insisted I write something. Just in case you’re wondering, it’s like having someone standing over your shoulder whispering in your ear. Some authors have muses who take vacation or extended coffee breaks at the worst possible times. Not mine. My muse is a slave driver.
So here is the first draft, completely unedited, of the first page or so of book #6 in The Marriage Game. Right now, it’s titled Lady Mary, but that will change.
Lady Mary Tolliver stared at her grandmother, the Dowager Countess of Barham, and wondered at Grandmamma’s incipient insanity. Mary opened her mouth, then closed it again. Several moments passed in silence as she struggled make sense of what she thought she’d heard. Finally she said, “Surely, I have not understood you properly. You want me to do what?”
“Well I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
Mary shifted her gaze to her widowed Aunt Eunice Phipson. Perhaps madness had always run in the family and it was kept a secret so as not to destroy the chances of a good match.
“He has a face like a fish.” Aunt Eunice opened her eyes wide and moved her lips in a fair imitation of fish’s.
“Hake.” Grandmamma nodded decisivly. “It’s the way his eyes protrude.”
Mary closed her eyes, repressing a shudder. “I agree, but there must be less drastic measures I can take.”
Grandmama leaned forward and pounded her cane on the floor. “He may look like a fool, but he’s canny, and, if what Cook told me is true, which I have no doubt it is, he almost caught you yesterday.”
“Yes, well.” There was the need to hide in the old oak tree, before sprinting across the lawn to the kitchen garden, and into the dower house. “At least I was able to escape him.”
Have a great week!!
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