Sorry I’m late this morning. I would claim it was due to the holiday, but it really had more to do with mosquitoes, the dog that had to go out at 4 AM and the cat who had to do the same at 5:30.
There are seventeen days until The Seduction of Lady Phoebe releases. So, please post your excerpt of seventeen sentences and your buy links if you have them. Here is mine from the Seduction of Lady Phoebe.
The carriage bowled south along the Great North Road. Lately, Phoebe couldn’t stop thinking about Lord Marcus and, last night, the bad dreams she’d had eight years ago returned.
Phoebe was so looking forward to walking off her agitation with her customary stroll around the small market town of Littleton before dinner. She would visit the old Norman church and walk past the picturesque little cottages, which always delighted her.
As she foresaw, they arrived in Littleton in the late afternoon.
Phoebe sat forward and blinked, unable to believe what she was seeing. The town was full of men, all shapes, sizes, and stations.
An amazing number of conveyances, phaetons, gigs, and curricles, along with other more modest vehicles, lined the roads.
“Oh, no.” She sat back against the seat so as not to draw attention to herself. “I won’t be able to have my walk now.”
Rose stirred from her nap. “What is it, my lady?”
Sighing, Phoebe replied, “It appears we’ve arrived in the midst of some sort of sporting event or the other. There is no other reason I can think of for there to be so many men in Littleton. I’m happy I sent an express changing our dates.”
Phoebe’s conveyance drew to a stop in front of the large rambling white building. After her groom handed her down, Phoebe signaled for him to follow her into the building.
Rose shifted on the seat. “Even if you’d not, Mr. Ormsby would have made sure you got your chamber.”
Phoebe smiled. “You are right, of course. Mr. Ormsby and his wife are very good to us. I shall have Sam escort me in. I do not at all relish walking through this crowd of, um, gentlemen.”
The inn’s ostlers shouted, over the commotion of other arriving vehicles, to Joe, her coachman, directing him ahead of the other carriages attempting to gain access to the White Horse.