Another excerpt for my lovely readers! If you want to catch up on other parts of The Duke’s Dilemma please check out my other excerpts. This one is a bit saucy, so I’ve placed it below the break. Nothing too scandalous, that’ll come later, but a little something to whet the palate.
Let me tell you friends, walking down that strange new path got me finally writing again. I finished the new beginning, found a place to put it and reworked everything after it into a seamless story. Or at least what I hope to be a seamless story.
And boy oh boy was it some risque new content. One of my dear friends advised me to let the characters write themselves. This pair of characters have quite the naughty mind!
I’ve just passed the 25k marking which is a strange feeling. This is my first time past that bench mark since I first tried my hand at writing a novel nearly six years ago.
Stay tuned, because an excerpt of The Duke’s Dilemma will be going up today! I’m so excited to share what I have with you.
Things have been quiet here. My keyboard has been quiet. I haven’t written at all in a few weeks. For some reason, I wasn’t satisfied with the way Grace and her duke were falling in love, or rather weren’t. It didn’t feel like a romance novel to me. I’d had a few plot bunnies running around and I went as far as to add them to character sheets, but felt no more creative than that.
And then this morning came. I was sitting and reading a book and a new thread of plot came to mind. A new way for our dashing pair to meet. And I began to write. I wrote nearly a thousand words in less than an hour. It was miraculous.
And then I paused. I realized that this change in plot, though it made the story stronger, would necessitate me throwing out around a third of my already written story.
So, I moved the now obsolete scenes out of my manuscript and continued to write. Sometimes starting from scratch is the only way to find a way forward.
As you’re probably aware, I’m just starting out here. Although I’ve written in the past for my own enjoyment, it’s not something I ever really shared with the world.
And yet, here we are. I want to share my writing with you! In order to help me build my audience, I’m proposing a bit of a contest. The rules are as follows.
I will post an excerpt from The Duke’s Dilemma tonight. It will be PG, maybe PG-13. You have until 11:59 pm (EDT) on Wednesday, July 5th, to do any of the following.
- If you like the post you will be entered once into a raffle.
- If you share the post on your own blog, you will be entered twice.
- If you write a little blurb promoting the post, my book, or my blog, you’ll be entered three times as a base plus and an additional entry for every 50 words you write (ie a 100 word piece would be equal to 5 entries).
The prize? A character you design. I have a character sheet that you’ll be able to fill out. You can choose to base the character off yourself or create the character from the depths of your imagination. The sheet will include basics (name, age, appearance) as well as more in depth descriptions (scent, motivation, aspirations).
Some fine print: The character must be compliant with the time period of this historical novel. As such, I may have to work with you to ensure that the character is seamlessly integrated. I can only guarantee that the character has a scene in the story, I cannot promise that the character ends up any more important than that. If I choose to do this sort of contest again, previous winners WILL be allowed to enter.
Apparently when there’s a murder only a few minutes walk from your house and the suspect isn’t caught, it’s a bit hard to write romance. For whatever reason, locking all your doors and windows and keeping a giant kitchen knife on your bedside table doesn’t exactly conjure to mind seduction and bodice ripping.
When I sat down to write last night, safely ensconced in my locked bedroom, my characters developed a disturbing proclivity for adventure. All of a sudden, Grace wanted to climb the outsides of castles and Alex mounted up to fight Napoleon. Pausing, I realized this was not the turn I wanted to take while acquiring a first pony for Eliza so I put my work down and just went to bed. It was a weird feeling to just not write. I know I talked about slacking off last week, but that felt okay because I knew I had Friday to make it up.This week, however, I have family coming to visit and Columbus Pride so I know every bit of writing I can do ahead of time can help me stay on track.
I’m hoping to pass 20,000 words today (and am about 600 away so it’ll definitely happen before bed) which marks the 25% point of my writing. This is kind of crazy to think about since I still have two months left until my self imposed deadline. Hopefully this means I’ll be able to do a first round of edits before my mind becomes consumed by college again.
If you’d be interested in reading The Duke’s Dilemma as it’s written, please let me know! I’d love to share it with you. And if you have any advice on how to stop your characters from tearing off on ill fated adventures, please be in touch. I’ll take all the tips and tricks I can get!
As lovely as it had been to imagine the taste and feel of Miss Grace Claridon, Alexander knew it had to stop. He knew that she was a respectable woman who deserved to be thought of honorably.
He moved towards her, his long steps eating up the distance that had existed between them. Taking her hands in his, he looked her in the eyes and said “I have overstepped the bounds of our agreement and I apologize for my transgression. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me, Miss Claridon?”
Shocked, Grace stammered before granting him forgiveness. “I suppose I can forgive you, Your Grace. As long as you ensure that this will not happen again.” With the duke in close proximity to her, Grace was treated to the woodsy scent, tinged with undertones of sandalwood, that enveloped him. She also spied the smattering of dark hair visible where his shirt was unbuttoned. His hands were large and callused in hers. His nails were neat and clean but his palms told a story of work done for love of land and not for profit. “Yes,” Grace said once more, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, Miss Claridon.” He slowly raised her hands, giving her every opportunity to pull away, before brushing lips over first one hand and then the other.
Her breath caught as she watched his mouth pass over her hands and in the silence that followed, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Regaining her senses, she pulled her hands out of his and raced back to the house without another word.
Alex was left standing alone in the stables, stunned.
I figured there was no better was to start off my “Felicity Facts” page than with facts about your’s truly.
Fact #1: I live in Ohio right now! I started an East Coast girl but the Midwest has captured my heart (at least for now).
Fact #2: I love to read! I blame my mother for introducing me to historical fiction. The rest, they say, is history.
Fact #3: I actually wrote a novel back in high school but it was complete trash, so we don’t talk about that any more.
Fact #4: I love to cook! Stay tuned, because I may be posting some of my favorite recipes on this blog.
Fact #5: I don’t own any dogs, but would love to one day. For now, I get my canine fix by walking dogs at the local shelter. See this handsome fellow above for proof of how wonderful dogs are.
I’m hard at work on The Duke’s Dilemma. I’ve just passed the 15,000 word mark! I consider it a mildly impressive feat considering it took me only a week and I am working hard (and trying not to write) during my nine-to-five job.
Our heroes are feeling the first sparks of attraction. The duke is rather enamored of the governess and trying his hardest not to dishonor her. Grace, for her part, is completely oblivious all around.
Stay tuned for more sneak peeks heading your way!
“Any care for her appearance?” Grant asked off hand. “It might not be amiss to want someone pleasing to the eye joining you here at Woodmere.” At Alex’s baffled expression, Grant elaborated. “Perhaps you might require extra responsibilities pertaining to yourself.”“Are you implying she warm my bed?”
“Why are you scandalized? It’s a common practice amongst those of your ilk to tup the help.”
“Kit, the governess’ sole focus will be Eliza.” Alex adopted Grant’s nickname in an attempt to mend the conversation. “No matter what ‘those of my ilk’ might do, I should hope by now you know I am not like them.”
“You live like a monk, Alex. Don’t you want something more? Wouldn’t a wife serve much of the same purpose that a governess does at this point?” Grant was not wrong. Isolated at Woodmere, Alex did not interact much with the fairer sex. The estate was run with a reduced staff as the duke had no interest in a social presence. Since the death of his wife in childbirth, Alex had been focused solely on the maintenance of his holdings and the rearing of his child.
“A monk I may be and a monk’s habits I will sustain. You know I have no time to find a wife. And my last experience with wedded bliss was not so wonderful that I’m anxious to head to the church again.”
His Grace, the Duke of Everett
I write to inform you that a most appropriate candidate has been discovered for the position we discussed this month past. As requested previously, I have been stationed at Everett House in Thetford overseeing the construction. This past Tuesday, we received a visitor seeking employment. The butler was a personal acquaintance of the visitor and asked me personally to meet with the young lady in question. Curious, I did so.
At twenty-four she is neither too old nor too young. Her spirit is youthful and energy high. She is pleasing to the eye, though I know that concerns you not. Her father was a squire in the area and was generous and charitable until the day he died. She is well regarded in town and according to gossip, escaping a broken engagement. According to Timmons, who as I mentioned knows her well, the fiancé in question was caught with this good lady’s cousin only a month or so before the wedding.
Having met this woman, I am certain that she meets your qualifications. I encourage you to extend an offer of an interview with Lady Eliza posthaste.
I await your reply.
Ever your servant,