I was just getting ready to start back up with Sweet Saturday Samples, when I found that it’s been (hopefully) temporarily suspended while the coordinator takes a much needed hiatus. I do hope Gunnar gets the break she needs and comes back full force in just a little while.
So, until that happens, I thought I’d do a little weekly post called Sweet Nothings. I plan to post a PG 13 (or milder) excerpt from some of my works. And I invite anyone else who would like to post similar excerpts on my blog to please do so. If you can hold the excerpt to 300 words or less, that would be great. And if a few cuttings need just a few more words, that’s okay too. I won’t be counting. LOL
My first “Sweet Nothing” is an excerpt from my Victorian historical romance, As Long As You’re Mine. In this snippet, from the beginning of Chapter 1, Lady Samantha is plotting to thwart her father’s decree that she cannot marry the man she has chosen.
This seduction might not be easy but by God, she would accomplish it tonight.
The clock chimed the half hour as Samantha Easterling stormed into her bedroom on the second floor of Monk’s Copse, the Armstrong’s country home. Lavishly decorated in pink, cream and maroon, and boasting a soft bed and warm fire, the room seemed much too cheerful for her current mood. She glared at the frilly decor then rang for the maid.
While she waited, she paced, fuming at the recollection of the recent interview with her father.
“You do not, and will not, have my permission to marry Raiford Tolbert. I will not have you wed to a milksop! And until you can present me with a suitor who has the backbone of a man, not a jellyfish, I will continue to withhold my approval for your marriage.”
Impossible man! One would think his disastrous marriage to her mother would have compelled him to allow her to choose her own path. But that, of course, was out of the question. He had to dictate everything about her life. Well, Father would be sorely disappointed tomorrow morning when she summarily took the decision about her bridegroom out of his hands.
A knock sounded at the door and Sara appeared, looking harried. The poor girl had been assigned as lady’s maid to all those house guests without their own servants, which included Samantha herself. A crucial part of her scheme involved leaving her Meg at home. She wanted no interference with her well-laid plans. A maid would certainly object to her mistress’s absence during the night.
Okay, now it’s your turn to share a “Sweet Nothing.”