I have just realised that it’s Wednesday! And that means only one thing – Hump Day Hook!
By clicking on that link to read all the other snippets you will be excited, enthralled, entertained and maybe even a teensy bit aroused. Or you can stay here and read mine XD
My snippets come from a parody Regency Romance that I wrote when I ran out of Georgette Heyers and couldn’t find anything else approaching her good-humoured daffyness. So how far have we got? Aubrey has given Cholmondely [pronounced Chumley] his IOU and they have separated.
Aubrey made his way a trifle unsteadily to the supper room where he sat, wolfing ham and mustard and eyeing the Olympian gods and goddesses who could still be discerned on the smoke-stained ceiling.
“I say, Charles,” he called as he spotted a friend making his way towards him, “that Venus is a bit of an armful.”
Charles glanced upwards, grimaced, and jerked a thumb towards the main salon.
“Freddy sent me,” he grunted. “Best come, Chum’s in a pickle.” Then he set off again towards the ham.
Aubrey stretched and sighed. It was wonderful to be young and rich and have a good head for claret. He would extricate Chum from his ‘pickle’, he promised himself, and then – well, the night was young, anything might happen.
Regency meals were very meat heavy. No wonder they got gout. Have you ever had gout? Believe me, you don’t want it.