Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. Today I’m sharing sentences of my new novel, STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY. I finished the rough draft only last month ago, so this is pretty rough. It’ll probably get revised a ton, but this will give you a rough idea.

This is a steampunk romance set in 1890 Mobile, Alabama, and a loose sequel to MUST LOVE BREECHES. Last week we saw her fantasize about the destruction of her boss’ office by her monkey Loki. Afterwards, she is in her backyard reliving and embellishing on that day dream, when a hot air balloon invades her dream, piloted by a black-haired, blue-eyed man. (See this post that wasn’t part of SixSunday for an excerpt) The balloon is real, and she chastises herself for using such a description for his eyes as “blue blue” and tries to come up with the right description while she watches him try to land. One of the options she comes up with is ‘beetle blue’ and the dialogue is from the man:

“Help! Confounded thing.”

Beetle blue? Not very romantic. But there were those little beetles that had that iridescent underbelly…

“Are you of any use, woman?”

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week! 

Today is #sixsunday where writers share six sentences from their work. Today I’m sharing sentences of my new novel, STEAM ME UP, RAWLEY. I finished the rough draft only last month ago, so this is pretty rough. It’ll probably get revised a ton, but this will give you a rough idea.

I apologize for being largely absent last Sunday visiting y’all! Our power went out from the storm at 9 a.m. and we didn’t get it back on until that evening, combined with family visiting it proved too much… I WILL visit today!

This is a steampunk romance set in 1890 Mobile, Alabama, and a loose sequel to MUST LOVE BREECHES. The female protagonist is a reporter and she’s marched into the office of her boss to demand to write more challenging pieces. He’s being a jerk and she starts to day dream about her pet monkey, Loki, wreaking havoc on Mr. Tonti’s desk. Then, as he continued being a jerk and ignoring her, it progressed to this. When I wrote this, I had not idea the heroine had such a violent streak.

Now Loki was pulling out his left eyeball in her imagination. A nice satisfying pop as it came free. Now the other one. Yes, and with other items plucked off his person, Loki juggling them on his desk. And still Mr. Tonti worked on, unfazed.

His face turned up and glared at her with his healthy and decidedly whole eyes.

As always I welcome constructive feedback. Thank you!

To see snippets from others who are participating or to sign up yourself, visit here.

Thank you to everyone who comes by and comments each week!