Welcome back! I’m really enjoying this new challenge – 8 to 10 lines each Sunday. I just discovered I can put them out as early as Saturday. How did I miss this?
Anyway. This week I bring you 9 lines that have been cut from With This Kiss. I enjoyed writing this scene, and it might sneak it’s way back in, but for now it is out. Which means I can safely share it with you!
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Sarah Grace Patterson angled her favorite winged chair to face the bank of windows looking over Berkeley Square. Once the chair was positioned correctly, she tucked long legs underneath her skirts, settling deep into the leather cushions of the winged chair situated in the front corner of the library. A bite of cold seeped through the bank of windows directly to her right.
Come spring, she would be able to curl up, and watch the flittering hummingbirds sip at the nectar of Mama’s petunias. Today, however, felt like the coldest day of her short life, and she could only watch from inside as snow fell to blanket the slumbering grass.
She turned the page of her newest purchase slowly, savoring the build-up of spine-tingling terror, and putting off the romantic save which would end The Right Hand of Darkness. M. Rakoczy was a new author, but the thick gothic romance had yet to disappoint. The stooped clerk at Hatchards had promised a read similar to The Romance of the Forest or The Castle of Otranto. He had been correct.