So I’m about to begin another novel. Years ago, when the publishing door opened, I felt I’d be blessed to publish one book. Now, ten years later, I thought it might be fun to revisit those first lines of past novels if for no other reason than I don’t want to repeat an opening but start fresh. Here goes…
The Frontiersman’s Daughter: In the fading lavender twilight at the edge of the clearing stood half a dozen Shawnee warriors.
Courting Morrow Little: Morrow paused on the river trail to wipe her brow with the hem of her linsey shift.
The Colonel’s Lady: This is madness.
Love’s Reckoning: ‘Twas time for his daughters to wed, Papa said.
Love’s Awakening: “You’ve a visitor, sir.”
Love’s Fortune: For the rest of his life James Sackett would remember this moment.
The Mistress of Tall Acre: On this day, 8 August, 1778, a child was safely delivered…
A Moonbow Night: What cannot be cured must be endured.
The Lacemaker: Elisabeth took a breath, breaking an intense hour of concentration.
A Bound Heart: As the sun slid from the sky, Lark pressed her back into the pockmarked cliff on the island’s west shore.
An Uncommon Woman: Why could she not quit pondering that flounced petticoat?
Next time it might be fun to do last lines. Thankfully, all my books are happily~ever~afters!