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Monday, March 31, 2014

Wash Line Monday!

Our Monday meme shines a light on apparel. From Regency to Steampunk, and everything in between, we dress our characters to reflect the story we want to tell.

In comments, and in 300 words or less, give us a snippet from your novel that describes what your heroes, heroines, or bit players are wearing. Don't forget your buy link and website/blog link. Have fun!

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Mindy Klasky said...

From PERFECT PITCH (new in stores today!), the first volume in my Diamond Brides Series of hot contemporary romances about the (imaginary) Raleigh Rockets baseball team...

Read an excerpt here:

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The front office had commanded this dog and pony show, and who was DJ Thomas to refuse their demands?

And just like that, he saw her. Samantha Winger. Summer Queen. She stood in the shadows of the tunnel that led to the warren of rooms beneath the field. Even in the dim light, her hair gleamed like polished copper. She was dressed a lot more casually than she had been in that godforsaken conference room—dark jeans and an official Rockets jersey.

His breath caught as he realized someone had given her number 45. *His* number. His name would be arched across her back.

Of course, he’d seen his name on T-shirts and jerseys before. He’d never given a second thought to the men and women who honored him, who expressed their support for the Rockets that way.

But there was something different about this jersey. Something different about this woman. And it wasn’t just that she filled out the shirt in the most appealing way he’d ever seen. It wasn’t the waterfall of shimmering hair down her back. It wasn’t the gigantic green eyes that looked up at him, tracking his every step as he approached.

The runner cleared his throat. “Miss Winger? Mr. Thomas will escort you—”

DJ cut the guy off. “I had you pegged for high heels and one of those skinny little skirts that would make it impossible for you to walk out to the mic.”

“For a baseball game?”

He was laughing with her before he even realized he’d moved to her side.

E. Ayers said...

A Rancher’s Woman by E. Ayers

The year is 1897 in Wyoming, and Adie has a sewing machine!
(I’m so glad I did not live back then!)

Adie's home was plain. She had only a small amount of furniture, and Malene suspected that it probably had come from the Coleman attic. Two chairs were covered in blue fabric that had been one of Adie's fancy dresses. Malene admired the new fender in front of the parlor fireplace. It was as if they splurged and bought several nice things while making do with lesser things. Malene was kicking herself for not bringing more from the house. Had not the agent said it would be easier to sell without furniture?

Together they sat on the floor, laid out the patterns, and then cut the material. They joked about being a factory. Adie cut, Malene pinned, Adie sewed, Malene hand sewed, and they continued for days at the crazy pace. When they were done, Malene, Adie, and Angelina had several new outfits, Clara had new dresses, and so did Sophia and the twins.

Alisa had given them her cache of leftover lace, ribbons, and braiding. Malene attached bits to collars and skirts for the children. None of it was exactly high fashion, but everything was lovely. Malene preferred riding skirts and blouses, whereas Adie preferred a simple skirt or dress.

Malene had purchased yards of toweling. Adie machine hemmed them and Malene added touches of embroidery to them. They each made aprons with it and Malene made two aprons for Alisa. The scraps they made into long, narrow pockets for those womanly times. Each pocket could be stuffed with other rags. Nothing went to waste. Malene leaned back and was thrilled with her hard work.

ML Skye said...


Today, I'm sharing a peek from Surviving the Trap, book one of my Top Dog Pilots series releasing this summer.


Maggie almost met his mouth, but not quite. "Gentle isn't an option." Teasing at his lips, she continued to spell out what she wanted. "I need it hard and fast." Finally relenting, she let Max crush her mouth with a kiss that should have set off the fire alarm before she could come up for air.

Stepping back, she shimmied the rest of the way out of her suit, trying to pretend she didn't have to suck in air.

Standing in her tank top and shorts, she rasped out. "Think you can you handle that?" Lifting the shirt over her head, she raised an eyebrow in question, or maybe a dare.

Oh… handling it wouldn't be a problem. Cutter rarely backed down from a challenge and didn't plan to start now. Maggie might have been the instigator of their little tryst but the tables were about to be turned.

The question Maggie should be asking? Could she handle him? He'd waited a long time for her and either way, they were going to find out what their limits were. Shrugging out of his flight suit, he stripped down until, like her, he only wore shorts.

Max responded with a wolfish smile. "I think I can cope." Advancing on Maggie, he backed her up against the bulkhead.

Using his lips and hands to bombard her senses, he showed her exactly how well he could manage. "Less than twenty-minutes 'til the next launch." Cupping her breasts, he teased her nipples with his fingers before skimming one hand down her side to trace around the edges of her waistband. "Fast shouldn't be a problem."
Grasping her chin with his free hand, he drew her into another kiss; while the other one worked her shorts down past her hips, letting gravity take care of the rest.


I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek.

Surviving the Trap should be releasing in June!


Please stop by my blog for more snippets
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Thanks for reading!

Rosemary Morris said...

Extract from Tangled Love by Rosemary Morris

Tangled Love is set in England during Queen Anne Stuart’s reign – 1702 – 1714, an era which some readers will not be familiar with, so I took particular care when describing what my characters wore.

“Viscount Chesney delighted his manservant by being more particular than usual about his appearance. Chesney took note of the look of satisfaction on Roberts’s face as he drew up Chesney’s black silk stockings before he adjusted the black velvet garters.
Chesney twitched the lace frothing at his wrists into place. “My waistcoat.”
He took the cream satin waistcoat from Roberts. With rough movements he pulled it on only to pause in response to Roberts’s pained voice. “Allow me to help you, my lord.”
“I am not a complete milksop.” Chesney put his waistcoat on before allowing Roberts to ease him into a black velvet coat trimmed with parallel rows of gold buttons and buttonholes bound with gold thread.
“My lord, if only you dressed so fine every day.” Roberts removed a periwig as black as Chesney’s natural hair from a stand. With care he put the periwig on his master’s head.
Ready to depart, Chesney held a black hat trimmed with gold lace and a curled plume in one hand. In his other hand he grasped a cane ornamented with a knot of black and gold ribbons.”

Tangled Love is available from: MuseItUp Publishing – Amazon – Barnes and Noble – Smashwords – Omnlit – Coffeetime Romance and elsewhere.

Rosemary Morris said...
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Rosemary Morris said...

Oops, I'm in a hurry and wrote sow instead of sew!

Rosemary Morris said...

Skilful description of what your characters are wearing,

All the best,
Rosemary Morris

E. Ayers said...

I could picture each article of clothing. He must be doing something important to take such care.

Wonder how men would respond today if they he had to wear stockings, garters and wigs?