We’ve got a week before Christmas. For those of you who are published, come by and post your blurbs and buy links. For the rest of us, which includes me, post a blurb or a snippet of witty dialogue.
Here’s mind from my unedited WIP Lord Merton’s Unsuitable Bride. For which I do not yet have a blurb.
Dom stared at his cousin. He still needed to have some control over Thea. “What about her not obeying me.”
Worthington shrugged. “I can’t help you with that. She has a mind of her own, as does Grace I might add, and any other woman worth knowing.”
Dom frowned. “I’ll go talk with her.”
An evil smile appeared on Worthington’s face. “You want my advice? Grovel.”
“Grovel?” Why the hell was everyone tell him that. “Merton does not grovel.”
Matt stood, walked around his desk and stuck out his hand. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”
Good Lord, the man was serious. Oh, hell. “Where can I buy flowers?”