Welcome to Monday Excerpts!
Recently a meme where one posts two paragraphs from page seven from a WIP or a recently published book, has been going around. I was tagged so many times I joked that all of my page seven would soon be on Facebook. My good friend Liza O’Connor suggested I just post the whole page.
Sooo, as I was casting around my mind for today’s post, I thought let’s do page eight, the whole thing.
I look forward to your excerpts. Keep it PG-13 please.
Here is mine from Lady Grace’s Rendezvous, the first book of the next series.
He wished he could make out the exact color of her expressive eyes, but the light was too dim. Blue. Yet how did he know that? He must have seen her before, but where and when?
The lady turned to the innkeeper. “We are ready to dine. Please bring another bottle of the burgundy as well as port and brandy.”
Brown nodded and bowed. When the innkeeper left, she turned to Matt. “I do not mind discussing politics, though you should know that I’m a Whig.”
That was certainly throwing down the gauntlet. “My party as well. On the left side.”
Her eyes sparkled with pleasure. “Then we should have much to discuss . . .”
During the meal and afterward, their conversation ranged over politics, philosophy, and estate management. In fact, any topic that came into their heads, except the weather. Hours later they had not even lagged for subject matter to discuss. He hadn’t had such an interesting conversation in months, maybe years, and never with a woman. At least not alone with a woman. She was as well informed as the new Lady Evesham.
“Are you an adherent of Wollstonecraft?” he asked.
The lady smiled. “Indeed I am. I take it you are as well?”
He poured a glass of port, then leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “Completely. I find her views on the rights of women interesting in the extreme, and I am pleases to find that the numbers of Wollstonecraft and Bentham followers have grown in political circles.”
The lady took a sip of wine and a far off expression crossed her face. “I’ve not been in London much of late, though I do keep up a lively correspondence with my friends.”
She was certainly knowledgeable. He peered at the large armchair near the fireplace. A book with a marbled cloth cover lay on the seat. “Is that one of the Minerva romances you have there?”
“Yes, it is.” She lifted her chin a little. “I find them excessively diverting.”
Now it’s your turn.