I am in the middle of a couple of projects right now and couldn't decide what the heck to pick for Six Sentence Sunday this week. And, all of a sudden, I had a craving to pull my first completed full-length ms -- Lilacs at Dawn, a Regency like Healing Hearts -- out of its hiding place and take another look. I can't believe I wrote a 429-page book. Ever. Eventually, I may go back to tinker. This is a small scene (not this small, but not much longer) in the hero's POV wedged between wedding planning and wedding mayhem.
The night before he was to be wed, a bullet slammed into his chest and he crumpled to foreign soil, knowing he had failed.
"Forgive me, England," he murmured as his eyes closed.
He thought of the girl, fresh as lilacs at dawn, who would stand alone in the church the next morning, waiting for a bridegroom who would not come. His hand closed over a satin garter trimmed with lace and blue velvet ribbon.