C.J. Archer's Blog, page 55
August 7, 2013
This is very much like the dining room at Windamere Manor.
This is very much like the dining room at Windamere Manor.
August 6, 2013
Dessert. Hannah’s favourite meal of the day.
Dessert. Hannah’s favourite meal of the day.
August 4, 2013
Teaser from PLAYING WITH FIRE
"I was fourteen when I came here," Jack said. “That’s a lot of years in which I thought I had no family. It took a long time to become used to being part of a real one. I suppose I just can’t think of him as my uncle. I’m still not certain he even is my relation at all anyway."
"You may have thought you had no family, but you had Tommy and the other boys. He’s as devoted to you as any brother. That’s family, Jack. Perhaps even a truer one than whatever it is August Langley has created here."
He stretched his arm across the back of the settee behind me. “You may be right. I’m finding that you often are."
July 29, 2013
"These bathing costumes are hideous," Hannah said.
Sylvia...
"These bathing costumes are hideous," Hannah said.
Sylvia agreed. “Ladies who wear that sorry excuse for an outfit have no fashion sense whatsoever. Indeed, they have to sense at all. Who in their right mind would want to bathe in the ocean? It’s so full of…" She flapped her hand about, trying to think of the right word.
"Water?" Jack offered, with a wry twist of his mouth.
Teaser from PLAYING WITH FIRE
Like almost everything he tried, Jack was an excellent swimmer. I liked to stand on the lake’s edge and watch him glide through the water. It soothed me as much as it seemed to soothe him. He once asked me to join him, but I’d refused. I couldn’t swim and had no intention of getting into a deep body of water. The hideous bathing costume Sylvia had shown me in one of her copies of The Young Ladies’ Journal made the decision easier.
July 23, 2013
Does this fellow have a complex about his height?
Does this fellow have a complex about his height?
July 21, 2013
Teaser Time
Here’s another teaser from Playing With Fire. This one is a little bit of sweetness between Jack and Hannah. If you haven’t read The Wrong Girl, you might want to stop reading now as it contains a small spoiler (although I don’t think it will make much sense if you HAVEN’T read TWG anyway):
He traced his fingertip down my knee and a spark shot onto my dress. He extinguished it before it did anything more than scorch the fabric, but I still felt the responding heat rise within me.
"Sorry," he said, bitterness threading the word. “I couldn’t help myself." He rose and paced the room, dragging his hands through his hair. “I hate this, Hannah. I’m going to go crazy if I can’t…you know."
