One of my favorite things about being a writer is when I come up with a sentence or two that really captures the essence of a character, the book’s tone, the conflict, or the setting. I may hate every other line in a chapter, but thank goodness for that one fabulous paragraph that keeps me going. I thought I’d share a few of my favorites from my most recent release, The Pirate Takes a Bride. Tell me your favorite and win a copy of the book (digital or print).
By the way, you can read the first three chapters of the book by clicking here.
“Stop calling me sweetheart.”
“You prefer another sobriquet? Because I can think of a few that fit you far better than sweetheart.”
“And I can think of several choice names for you. Starting with—”
He put a finger over her lips silencing her. “Save them for later.” He winked. “When we’re alone.”
“Nick!” She seethed his name. “Don’t just stand there. We’re being attacked by”—she glanced at the men—“highwaymen.”
“Pirates,” Nick drawled. “Well, privateers, actually.”
“Pirates?” She frowned, unwilling to believe it.
A tall whale-sized man who looked as though he could lift a cannon with one hand stepped closer. He grinned, showing several gaps where teeth should have been. “Argh.”
Nick lifted a coil of rigging line Mr. Fellowes must have left lying on the desk behind her. He dangled the rope in front of her. “Give me your hands.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She took a step back but was out of room to retreat.
He grinned. “Then why are you trying to escape?”
“Nick, you can’t. You won’t. I know you won’t.”
“Sweetheart.” He unfurled the rope, letting it fall with a hiss and a thud. “I don’t think you know me as well as you think.”
“There was a time you welcomed my embrace,” he said.
She sat, grateful to shift positions and glared down at him. “That was before I knew the real you. That was when I was under your spell.”
“Spell?” His brows rose. “Are you insinuating I used some sort of magic to make you want me? I assure you my natural charm and charisma are all I need.”
She could not bear to listen to his arrogant remarks any longer. “Pardon me if I must escape your oozing charm for a moment.”
Nick knew that was unfounded optimism. “My luck is shot to hell, Mr. Chante, but I have one or two tricks up my sleeve. We run first, hope the wind changes or that dark cloud up ahead turns out to be the squall we predicted.”
“Throw everything nonessential overboard. Lighten ship as much as you can. But prepare for a fight. If it comes to a battle, we hit her and run.”
“Begging your pardon, Cap’n, but once she’s broadside, we’re done for.”
“Exactly, Mr. Chante. So we force her to sail past us.”
Chante gave him a look rife with warning. Nick held up a hand. “It’s risky, I know. But it could work. We wait until she’s close, so close we’re looking up her skirts, and then we ease the sheets and let her go by.”
So what’s your favorite? The romantic sparring, the shipboard lingo, or something else? Winner announced Sunday (hopefully, I’m traveling!).