Five Line Friday
Today, I thought I'd join in this fun little blog hop. Jump over to Collette Cameron's blog to details.
So my five line. I thought I'd highlight the book I am currently querying, The Princess of Tyrone. It's a space opera with some fantasy version of Sleeping Beauty. It's the first book in my planned series of seven, The FairyTale Galaxy Saga. This is the main character, the gun-slinging space cowgirl, Apolline, talking to Allard, whom she has no idea is the prince and her betrothed. So, here goes!
“Come on, it’s pretty obvious you’re a rich boy.” I walked by him, staring at the rain pouring down the window. “I’d say possibly aristocratic, especially since you’re betrothed, and by the sound of your accent, definitely Oranian, most likely you even live on Oran.”“I’m that transparent?”
I turned back to him, seeing a hint of alarm. “Yeah.” I walked back and pulled at his expensive cotton shirt.
The rules are simple: Five lines of your current work in progress, new release, soon-to-be-released...whatever. (Do keep it as close to five lines as you can.)You're welcome to post buy links too. PG please. (I don't have a warning on my blog about content, so it has to be appropriate for all viewers. I will delete comments that aren't appropriate or offensive to some audiences. Sorry.)- See more at: http://www.blueroseromance.com/2014/0...
So my five line. I thought I'd highlight the book I am currently querying, The Princess of Tyrone. It's a space opera with some fantasy version of Sleeping Beauty. It's the first book in my planned series of seven, The FairyTale Galaxy Saga. This is the main character, the gun-slinging space cowgirl, Apolline, talking to Allard, whom she has no idea is the prince and her betrothed. So, here goes!
“Come on, it’s pretty obvious you’re a rich boy.” I walked by him, staring at the rain pouring down the window. “I’d say possibly aristocratic, especially since you’re betrothed, and by the sound of your accent, definitely Oranian, most likely you even live on Oran.”“I’m that transparent?”
I turned back to him, seeing a hint of alarm. “Yeah.” I walked back and pulled at his expensive cotton shirt.
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