It's Thursday and time again for some awesome writers to give you a taster of a WIP or short excerpt of a completed work. Please show these talented writers some love and encouragement by reading and leaving a comment on their work.
This week I chose a taster from my WIP Madeleine. Enjoy
Thursday Tasters
Blurb:
Victorian England. Madeleine, daughter of a wealthy banker has just received a letter from a secret lover.
This week I chose a taster from my WIP Madeleine. Enjoy
Thursday Tasters
Blurb:
Victorian England. Madeleine, daughter of a wealthy banker has just received a letter from a secret lover.
Late spring, in Victorian England, and mother nature was running it’s course.. The golden trumpet daffodils were on their way out and being replaced by multicoloured tulips that furiously bobbed their heads in the wind. Just outside of Madeleine's room, the delicate pink blossom on a cherry tree struggled to remain attached to branches owing to wily breezes that tried to coax them from it.
Stray wisps found their way through an open window and, like tendrils, tangled with Madeleine’s long dark hair, and like whispering gossamer blew strands across her pale, elfin face as she lay on her bed.
Lying outstretched with her head sinking into the plump downy pillow Madeleine brushed the stray strands from across her cheek, closed her eyes and thanked God she had been first up this morning and retrieved the mail. She sied and held the precious letter to her breast, by now having memorized every loving word that had been written. Speaking them softly she rolled the letter along the lace of her dress grazing her nipples through the cloth and pressed it against her rapid pulsing heart, wishing Lawrence was near.
Murmuring softly, she felt warm, comforting feelings overwhelmed her body, which echoed the love she felt. A delicate hand trailed slowly down the silk gown, as she enjoyed the feelings of her own arousal, and smiling, she parted both legs a little, acknowledging the familiar moisture that welled and in her body sighed. “Oh Lawrence,” she sighed. “I long for the day we can be together , and the hand that touches me is yours.”
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I love this story and hope you continue with it. Period pieces of a historic nature are fun to write and better to read! The formal language is always in stark contrast to their hot blooded feelings. Splendid! Xo
ReplyDeleteromantic, wanting, could see the details off the spring feel her heart heat and desire.... nicely done love to see more hugs T
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions are poetic images, bringing the romance precisely to Madeleine's mood, such as these two lines. "The golden trumpet daffodils were on their way out and being replaced by multicoloured tulips that furiously bobbed their heads in the wind. Just outside of Madeleine's room, the delicate pink blossom on a cherry tree struggled to remain attached to branches owing to wily breezes that tried to coax them from it. : I don't particularly care for period pieces but you have wrapped me in her desire for Lawrence and the story to follow. Excellent prose.
ReplyDeleteOh my! LOL Love your descriptions in this one and the last line is brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI agree the last line is absolute poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteI can't think of a better word for this excerpt than "lovely". Everything about it so much everything that romance should be. You've painted a gorgeous picture and it is so very, very endearing and alluring. Wonderful job, I would love to read more.
ReplyDeleteMmm, Mr, Lawrence needs to hurry home soon. Very nicely done.
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