I’m trying out a feature called Snippet Sunday, which is promoted on Twitter as #SnipSun, #SnipSunday, or #SnippetSunday, and on Facebook, as well as on various blogs (just type Snippet Sunday in your favorite search engine and see what comes up!). Authors post just a snippet — six to ten sentences — of a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Lots of different genres are represented — romance, mystery, thriller, sci fi, fantasy, erotica, and more.
Below is a snippet from The General’s Wife, which I am revising. Our villain, General Strathmore, is introduced.
The general had returned to his estate in Gloucestershire in the summer of 1776, and he had made no secret of his mission. A man in his forties, he had said, needed to find a wife to produce an heir or two: A boy to inherit the title, and a backup because life was so unpredictable and dangerous in the colonies that one never knew who would survive.
The general’s handsome features and charismatic charm made him the center of attention everywhere he went. He attended dance after dance, soirée after soirée, inflaming the passions of unmarried girls and flattering the egos of their mothers. His tall, lanky frame set him above the crowd, his scarlet uniform stood out against a sea of pastels, his shock of unpowdered gray hair unique amongst the wigs of the ton. All in attendance knew where he was and whom he was with at all times. Girls swooned when they felt the effects of his penetrating gray eyes, and watched in jealous disappointment when he escorted another onto the dance floor. He danced with only the most beautiful of England’s young noble ladies. Fewer still were privileged enough to walk with the attractive officer in a host’s garden under cover of moonlight.