Dear readers:

As suggested on the authonomy.com site, I'm going to try something new and completely different for my personality!  Actually, this blog is something I never thought I'd do, but here I am, blogging.  I'm excited and nervous at the same time!  Join me on my journey...

I am going to post weekly snippets of my book here for you to read, comment on, and follow.  Whether you like my book or dislike it, I'm here to learn and make my story, The Governess, better and more entertaining. 

I've already posted a couple things, so I'll just start wherever I think it would be good.  Thanks for your time in reading my work!  :)


Excerpt from The Governess, Chapter 4:
(Continued)

Certainly she would make a fine acquisition.

Quickly brushing this temptation aside, he noticed her hair was her crowning glory.  Thick, dark tresses lay curled about her head and face with thick enticing locks resting gently upon her delicate pale shoulder.  Glancing shyly up at him, her stunning green eyes were open wide, nudging at his impassable reserve.  He realized he was still standing, staring openly, but could not help himself.  She was a delight!  Her eyes were framed by thick long, dark lashes and dark, delicately tapered brows.  She seemed apprehensive as she stared back at him.  But there was frank honesty in her sparkling depths which invigorated him like never before in his lifetime.  A shiver ran up his spine, unnoticed by her.  She was breathtakingly gorgeous! 

This angered him. 

Realizing his breach in modesty as he brazenly stared, he sat down, snapping in the process, “Let supper begin!” 

Carly jumped at the loudness of his deep voice.  Instantly, the butler and several footmen came into the room holding silver trays of food, as if they would be serving many guests.  They were diligent in their care of her and the master.  It was obvious to her that Lord Huntington obtained thorough respect from all his servants. 

“I appreciate your being on time tonight,” he barked, impatiently placing his napkin upon his lap. 

Carly fidgeted with her own napkin, noticing also the elegant print upon the bone china about the table. How could she possibly notice stupid details at a time like this?

In her nervousness, Carly unexpectedly hiccupped.  Horrified, she looked up at Lord Huntington to gauge his reaction, but he seemed preoccupied.

Thank heaven!

Profoundly relieved, she hoped that it wouldn’t happen again.  She hated being overwrought, for it always brought on a bout of the hiccups! Heaven help me! she thought to herself.  Pretending as if it had not occurred, she calmly responded, “Millesant made your wishes known to me, my lord, about…the…uh—I mean, about the supper hour.”

Creighton looked at her, seeing her nervousness and only grew annoyed that he should make her feel so. As dinner was served to the two of them, all that could be heard was the clinking of crystal, silver, and china. 

Then silence.

Thanks for reading!  Join me next week, say...Monday?

Ellise