It’s Tidbit Tuesday over here in laura-land, which is totally real, and not at all made up. In any way what-so-ever. Swear.
Tidbit Tuesday, you say. Sounds fascinating? Tell you more? Why, of course I will.
Each Tuesday, several of my writer friends and I share a tidbit of our writing with each other in a private group. Then, I will share that barest of bits with you. Well, a tid more than the barest bits. I save the barest for #1LineWed and #FirstLineFriday over on Twitter.
Last week I shared a bit from my current work-in-progress. Today, I give you something from an upcoming work. One where Eloise finally Gets What Is Coming To Her, and Lissandra gets her very own Happy Ever After.
Lady Lissandra Phillips swallowed the lump welling up in her throat, and walked into her grandfather’s study. No, not her grandfather’s any longer. Lord Richard’s. The man Eloise had once planned to marry. She prayed this plan worked.
It had to.
“Ah, cousin Lissandra. Come in. Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a few moments.” The new duke waved a hand dismissively in her direction, never looking up from his stack of papers.
Thirty minutes later, Lissandra stood up, thankful for the patience four years of solitude have given her. Quietly, she walked to the wall of books, choosing one to read.
An hour later, she had read no further than page five, but Richard was finally done with his stack of papers.
“Tell me, cousin Lissandra – have you come to gloat over your new fortune?” Richard poured himself a drink, then walked over to sit across from Lissandra.
“Stop calling me cousin. Are we even actually related, Richard?” Lissandra set her book down, looking this stranger in the eye.
“Course not. Does it matter?”
It did. Her entire plan hinged on there being no actual relation between them.