Welcome to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors! For those new to this, fellow writers post eight sentences from one of our works.
I’m spotlighting my upcoming release, MUST LOVE BREECHES, until its release in September. Some of you veterans from Six Sentence Sunday will remember this story, though the opening has changed a lot. Please note, that it is currently with the copyeditor, so this is an unedited version. Picking up where I left off last Sunday, she’s just accidentally wished herself back to 1834:
Isabelle slowly opened her eyes and brokered an uneasy truce with her stomach. The colors and shapes seemed overexposed, too sharp. Nearby, French doors led to the balcony. Fresh air. Legs shaking, she stumbled toward the opening and leaned against the doorjamb.
Whoa, she’d never gotten that dizzy before. Had the bartender added a jigger of grain alcohol? Good thing she’d not had a third cocktail.
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About MUST LOVE BREECHES
“A fresh, charming new voice” – New York Times bestselling author Tessa Dare
HOW FAR WOULD YOU TRAVEL FOR LOVE?
Isabelle Rochon, a thoroughly modern American working at the British Museum, has finally met the man of her dreams. There’s one problem: he lives in another century.
When a mysterious artifact zaps Isabelle to pre-Victorian London, a thief steals it, stranding her in a place where nobody’s heard of toilet paper or women’s lib. Now she must find the artifact, navigate the pitfalls of a stiffly polite London, keep her origins a secret, and, oh, resist her growing attraction to Lord Montagu, the Vicious Viscount so hot, he curls her toes. But when he asks her to pose as his fiancée for his scheme of revenge, his now constant presence overthrows her equilibrium and kicks in her old insecurities. Why does he have to be so damn hunky, compelling and, well, Drool-Worthy? This is not what she needs. She’d carved off part of herself for another man before and is determined never to make that same mistake again. Staying would be the ultimate follow-the-boyfriend move. In the end, she must decide when her true home lies.
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Sarah Cass
/ August 10, 2014I think she’s going to need that third drink when she figures out where she is! lol. So much fun. I can’t wait to read more.
Sarah W
/ August 10, 2014So. Much. Fun! 😀
I can’t wait to read the final version!
Shannyn Schroeder
/ August 10, 2014Yeah, blame it on the alcohol. She still has no idea. I love it!
Eleri Stone
/ August 10, 2014Really nice description. You can feel her disorientation.
Jess Schira (@ridingnwriting)
/ August 10, 2014I agree with Sarah, it won’t be long before she’s wishing for more booze. Great snippet. I’m looking forward to reading this in it’s entirety!
sueannbowlingauthor
/ August 10, 2014Wishing for more or cursing what she’s drunk.
bethmatthewsbooks
/ August 10, 2014Love this “brokered an uneasy truce with her stomach.” Great sense of voice and humor as always. 🙂
veronicascott
/ August 10, 2014I like the vividness of the entire scene, from her viewpoint. Great 8!
Linda Hamonou
/ August 11, 2014I think it was a good idea to stay away from that drink, better be clear headed where she is going.
P.T. Wyant
/ August 16, 2014“brokered an uneasy truce with her stomach” Great line. And I agree with Sarah Cass — she’s going to be wishing for that third drink!