It’s time for Hump Day Hook – a weekly event where authors share bits of their work.
My bit this week is from my old historical novel, untitled, that’s part Regency romance and part seeing how many cliches I can cram into it. Carrying on from last week with Lady Cicely, and the plot begins to thicken, if not clot, a bit.
The morning room’s windows offered a fine view of the Park, but today Cicely had no eyes for the fashionable world walking, riding and driving below. Seated at her desk, her spectacles firmly upon her tip-tilted nose, she methodically sorted her correspondence into neat piles, commenting upon the contents of the envelopes to her maid.
“Two more invitations, Agnes. Lord and Lady Markham are making up a party for the theatre – that one may go on the “yes” pile, and the other is for Mrs Beauchamp’s ball, though I fear I shall be indisposed.”
“But, Milady,” Agnes protested, looking up from her stitching, “young Mister Julian is so fond of you and has such pretty manners.”
“He is a simpering milksop. I have no time for any man who would write an Ode to my eyebrows.” And the eyebrows, two elegant arcs several shades darker than her silver-gilt curls, rose derisively.
Agnes sighed and murmured a name under her breath that, most unfortunately, Cicely heard.
“How dare you speak that name in my presence,” she snapped. “If you cannot hold your tongue, get out.”
Ooh, girl gotta temper! so what has rattled Lady Ciceley’s cage. Tune in next week to find out!