WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #14


How Weekend Writing Warriors Works

It's simple and fun. Sign the linky list, found on the Weekend Writing Warriors website. Then on Sunday, post 8-10 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.

This week, I'm posting from my current WIP (Work in Progress) CAROLINE. This is a Jane Austen Fan Fiction (JAFF) piece and is a continuation of Jane Austen's, Pride & Prejudice. It started with my muse asking me, 'whatever happened to Caroline Bingley after her brother and unrequited love interest married the Bennet sisters?' - and the story grew from there.
Without further ado - here is my excerpt.

He was inexplicably drawn to the shape of her lips. He wanted to lose himself in their silken texture and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that her attention was solely on him. Without thought he brushed his lips against hers, drawing her full bottom lip between his teeth, savouring the flavor of mint candy on her breath.

Her soft mewl of surprise didn’t stop him. His mouth slanted over hers, urging her lips apart. Hesitantly, she complied and he deepened the kiss, revelling in the tremor that quaked through her body. The fact that they were in the stables of his benefactor never once crossed his mind. Not until the whinny of a nearby horse pierced the haze of desire that clouded his reasoning. Caroline must have heard it too because she broke away from their kiss, covering those well-kissed lips with her fingertips.
     What had he been thinking?


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WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #13


Welcome to my Weekend Writing Warrior post. I'm continuing with the story of Caroline.

Mr. Darcy is dining with the Bingley's & Hurst's. He has announced it is tradition for his family to host a ball prior to the wedding. Darcy's family is noble and proud, spattered with various Earl's and Viscounts and Caroline well remembers the manners, or lack thereof, of the Bennet family.
We host a ball Thursday prior to the wedding. As both Charles and I, along with our brides shall depart directly from the wedding breakfast, this is a chance for everyone to meet and become better acquainted in a less formal setting.”
“Are you quite sure you’re ready for your esteemed family to become better acquainted with your new in-laws, Darcy?” Caroline should have listened to the small voice of reason that urged her to temper her words, but still smarting over the set-down by Charles earlier in the day, she spoke without thought.
Darcy set down his eating utensils , leaned forward in the chair and speared her with a haughty look of contempt, his lips thinning in anger.
“Those who cannot accept this marriage are not welcome at Pemberley, Miss Bingley. Our wedding breakfast would not be a sad affair if there were one or two fewer settings at the table.”
She gripped her fork tight as she fought to control her emotions. However enraged she was at these two fools, she couldn’t allow herself to act upon her volatile feelings. She willed herself to smile and be congenial and took a bite of her salmon, which felt and tasted like sawdust in her mouth.
Poor Caroline. When will she learn to dissemble her remarks in front of Mr. Darcy...?

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WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #12


Welcome to my Weekend Writing Warrior post. I'm continuing with the story of Caroline. This scene precedes my previous post, but that's okay.

Caroline has just discovered that her brother Charles is to be married to Miss Jane Bennet. As ghastly as the she finds this, what infuriates Caroline more is the fact that Mr. Darcy will be wed the same day to none other than Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Five years of planning ruined in one fell swoop.

She pivoted away from the window and sat on a settee near the fireplace. Her foot bumped something beneath the small couch and she pulled out the pillow she'd been stitching. Tension snaked through her body at the sight of her attempt to capture Pemberley and she nearly tossed the unfinished reminder of her failure into the fireplace. Instead, all of her anger, her frustration, her tattered hopes and dreams coalesced into a fit of fury and she tore the pillow to shreds. Minutes later, her fingernails broken and fingertips bruised she threw the mangled mess to the floor. Great gasps racked her chest as she fell to the floor and sobbed.
"Caroline!"
She raised her head at the sound of Charles' voice. He rushed to her side and helped her onto the settee. With an impatient huff she swatted his hands from her arms and turned her back to him.

Nothing like a good temper tantrum to get the blood flowing, right?

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