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Monday, August 24, 2015

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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Dressing our Characters on Exquisite Quills' Wash Line Monday!   


Peggy Jaeger said...

by Peggy Jaeger
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His fingers found the toggle on her dress zipper, and in a heartbeat it fell to the floor and puddled at their feet. When his hands dipped low to caress her waist, they stilled. “Tiffany Judith Lennox. What the hell are you wearing?” His face broke into a sinful, wicked grin.
Heat flushed up her entire body, and she lowered her eyes. “The designer said I should wear these with the dress. They keep the lines of it sleek and smooth, and they don’t show underneath like pantyhose do.”
Skater’s Waltz
Cole’s fingers wrapped around the delicate black lace thong and skimmed the garters fastened to the sides of a belt secured around her hips. A black satin strapless bra pushed her small breasts high together, forming a deep cleft.
Cole bent down and licked the depression between those breasts, raking his tongue from the notch at her throat down below the center dip in the bra. Tiffany’s knees shook when his hot, slick and expert tongue moved up and down her décolletage.
“This is more cleavage than a man can stand,” he told her, chuckling. “What kind of bra can make you look so voluptuous?”
Tiffany sighed. “I’m not in the habit of discussing my underwear, Cole.”
He swirled his tongue into the depression again and she melted beneath his grip.
“So we won’t discuss it.” He unlatched the back of it without any effort at all.
Her breasts danced free into his waiting hands and he cupped each. Tenderly, he nipped at one swollen bud then gave the other equal time.
“Oh dear God.” Tiffany gasped and fisted his hair in her hands.
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Rosemary Gemmell said...

I like this meme, Rose, thanks!

This is a scene from my British Regency novel, Dangerous Deceit (by Romy Gemmell) when Lydia is dressing as a boy for her coming adventure.

On her return home, Lydia began to prepare the next essential part of her plan. Excited and full of expectation, she searched out the clothes to wear for her disguise. The breeches and jacket had been slightly big when she used to wear them and now fitted well enough to pass. She would need to bind her chest with some linen to flatten it as much as possible before putting on the white shirt.
When she stood before the mirror in her male clothes, Lydia was surprised to find she cut rather a fine figure. Not quite as tall as many young men perhaps, but she could pass for a youth. She let down her hair and pulled it completely back from her face. She would tie it in a queue and top it with a tricorn. If that looked a little out of fashion, Elizabeth could explain that her ‘cousin’ had been in the country for too long.
Fortunately, she had kept a pair of her brother’s boots from when his feet were smaller and, with a little wedging at the toes, they should do very well. All that remained was to find a necktie and she would be ready. She would pack everything into a large bag separate from her other luggage and exchange one outfit for the other at Elizabeth’s home. There, it was all quite simple, she told her reflection. She was ready for her adventure.


Kate Hill said...

"Good evening, Jayden. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, but remember what we talked about. You have to behave."

"Cross my heart." He smiled and drew an X on his chest with his fingertip.

She grinned and shook her head. "For an angel you're a bad boy, you know that?"

"I know. I'm flawed. And I'm also hungry. Join me for dinner?"

"Sounds good. Should I change my clothes or go as I am?"

He knitted his eyebrows and waved a hand over her. When she glanced down, her shirt and jeans had changed into a slinky red dress with matching shoes.

"Like it?" he asked.

"Should you be using your powers for that?"

"It's not a sin."

"Then yeah. I like it."

Shadowed Box Set by Kate Hill

Joanne Guidoccio said...

A Season for Killing Blondes
By Joanne Guidoccio

“She’s looking good,” Sofia muttered. “Once a golden girl, always a golden girl.”

I turned away from Carrie Ann’s body and focused on Sofia. We were first cousins, daughters of two sisters who had married two brothers. With such tight, interwoven bloodlines, you would think I could predict Sofia’s actions and reactions. But there were moments—like this one—when I didn’t really know or want to know my cousin.

“The woman is dead. Show some respect.” My eyes traveled back to Carrie Ann.

Her marble white skin and blue lips were framed by a sleek blonde pageboy. A printed scarf draped over a cream sweater and her right forearm hooked through the straps of a bronze tote. Her watch and jewelry were intact, and I had a sneaking suspicion that nothing had been removed from her bag. Picture perfect, even in death.


Sophia Ryan said...

You're so creative with your memes! It's good to shake things up every now and then.

6 DAYS OF YOU by Sophia Ryan
Snowbound over fall break, two heartbroken strangers find warmth and comfort in each other. Before it’s over, they’ll have to find the courage to face the love rising from the ashes of their blazing hot week of sex.

The bundled and snow-dusted chick at the door smiled at me like she was waiting for a hug and a welcome basket. Fresh out of both, I instead gave her an annoyed stare. Which seemed to have absolutely no effect on her.

“Hi! I’m here,” she said, her voice as cheery as a spring daffodil.

I raked my eyes down her body then back up, taking in the blonde hair, makeup-free face, petite body hidden under a purple ski jacket, and tight jeans tucked into genuine made-for-snow snow boots. Weather-worthy gloves, hat, and scarf completed the ensemble. As wrapped up as she was, it was obvious the girl had once been cold, found it unpleasant, and didn’t want to risk it again.

“I can see that,” I replied. “Why?”

She dismissed my dry, sarcastic tone with a laugh, and it pissed me off. The low, throaty sound slid over my skin and made me tingle, like when the ex scraped her long fingernails up and down the sides of my naked body when she came. I’m pretty sure I shivered right there in the doorway. And that pissed me off, too.

“Michael said you’re funny,” she said, and dipped under the arm I’d propped on the doorframe as if I’d known I’d need to bar her entrance. She boldly strolled in, the small suitcase in her hand suggesting she’d come prepared. For something.

“Mike said I’m funny?” I mumbled as I shut the door. Even if I was “funny,” which I wasn’t, especially lately, it wouldn’t be like him to say so.

She plucked off her gloves, hat, and scarf and dropped them and her suitcase onto the floor. Trapped snowflakes played in the wild waves of her long, blonde hair, making it sparkle. Making me want to touch it.

“Yeah,” she said, “hilarious.”

“I really like this book. Daryl and Lily find each other and then HOLY Hotness begins. Oh man if that was the best love making. Seriously I was like... Holy gees! Wow! And Wowsers! Then of course there is drama....." –FIVE STARS, GOODREADS REVIEW

Wild Rose Press
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Donna Cummings said...

I DO. . . OR DIE (romantic comedy/mystery)

Any hope that I wouldn’t react to Ryan after a good night’s sleep dissipated immediately—like as soon as I looked at him. What did I expect? I had worn his peejays and slept in one of his beds. In some cultures that would be considered the start of an affair.

Ryan had on a dark blue polo shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, taunting me to investigate further. The ribbed sleeves gripped his tanned upper arms, the way I wanted to, but I was worried about him getting a restraining order if I did. He wore some pleated khakis that enjoyed being on his body, judging by the way they hugged his backside.

I sipped my dark roast brew, although I should have asked for iced coffee, just to cool my overactive libido. Why was he affecting me so much? It felt like I’d gotten stuck in the middle of my lust cycle, one I didn’t even know I had.

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Kat L. said...

This is from Geek Overboard, currently being serialized in SEXY TO GO.

Natalie watched Sheena rifle through the thick display of multi-colored fabrics. The girl really packed them in. She hoped the closet wouldn’t explode later and send the straining hinges and screws hurtling toward her head while she slept.

“How about this?” Sheena extracted a long caftan fashioned from a mirrored fabric that changed shades as it moved. Silver to violet and back again, then a combination of the two. Natalie held it to her neck—the hem dropped just below her knees and the sleeves were loose. If she raised her arms people might see everything she owned.

“Wow. This is…what? Diaphanous?”

“Iridescent,” Sheena corrected. “It’s not a specific character costume, just something that looks spacey for walking around comfortably in.”
“I have a black infinity scarf you can borrow, too.” Sheena reached for her bottomless bag and pulled one out along with a few unopened packages. “I also got these unitards on sale. A cosplayer can never have too many.”

“Wow.” Whatever badge the Scouts awarded for convention preparedness, Sheena more than earned it. “I really lucked out having you as my roomie. Karl would have…” Ugh. Enough thinking about Karl. She had no idea how he’d react to her predicament now.

She knew nothing about him, she realized.

“I’d hate to use this, though.” She took one of the unopened bags with the black bodysuit anyway. Sheena brought different sizes with her.
“Were you planning to set up shop this week?”

“One time at DragonCon I had a, well, wardrobe malfunction.” Sheena bent her fingers in quotes, flashing a rueful smile. “A lady helped me out. Since then, I try to pay it forward when I can.”

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Peggy Jaeger said...

Good one!

Iris Blobel said...


“The chick from up the coast?”
“I hope there’s not another chick,” Katie said as she came down the stairs.
They all looked up at her, and a surge of pride ran through Ty. She must’ve grabbed a pair of his track pants and a T-shirt, and she looked sexy as hell.
“Nice meeting you, Katie,” Markus said.
As soon as she was near the last step, Tyson held out his hand and gently guided her next to him. “These are my mates Markus and Oliver.”
“Nice meeting you both.”