Katy Lilley—romance with sass

And if that sounds weird, it feels weird to me as well. Hi all and welcome to my offering for this weeks, #SexySnippets I was about to give you a snippet from my WIP but as this is shouting at me, and it is very nebulous, I thought I'd share it with you and see what you think. ~~~~~ 'I only know that when you're around I want more...of everything, not just your attention, your presence and the knowledge you want to be here with me.' She closed her eyes and bit her lip and wondered how on earth to answer that without being a bitch and sending him home annoyed and embarrassed—after all it wasn't often a modern man would be so open and frank about their feelings was it... 'Dearest, open your eyes and show me you aren't hurt, and I don't need to send for the doctor, for I fear he is a good hour away.' What on earth was going on, and why did her head throb? She opened her eyes with caution, and stared at the man in front of her, dresse

Hi again. As I'm rereading, adding and deleting to #LottiesStory, this week's #MidWeekTease comes from there. (unedited) As she got into her car and turned the ignition it made a death rattle, wheezed and went silent. Thank goodness for the car assistance people. The friendly guy who appeared a couple of hours after she’d rung the help line had apologised for the delay, told her to call him Mike, and accepted a cup of coffee with pleasure. He explained there had been a lot of cars in need of help on the motorway. ‘Too hot for them,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Their owners forgot they needed extra water and so on in this weather. So they suffered.’ His phraseology tickled Lottie as she imagined the actual cars ringing up and asking for someone to come and speak to them as a or b wasn’t happy, and the people they let sit in them were useless. ‘What’s it like living in one of these chalet places then?’ Mike asked as he drained his coffee mug? ‘Any roo

It's time to do my (not so) #SexySnippets seven sentences.  As Lottie'sStory is sort of finished—well a very rough first draft is—I've taken this weeks sentences from there. Lottie shares a few things about Donald... "It seems Cherine his PA is not just good at fielding phone calls and losing memos. Probably because they’ve done a lot of fumbling under the desk she’s had time to do a search and rescue for his prick. He’s not shall we say the best endowed in that area—a bit of a prick sums him up perfectly.’ Maddie dropped her glass as Bryony choked on the mouthful of wine she’d taken. ‘Search...’ Maddie whooped. ‘A bit of a prick...Oh my. What would they say down at the yacht club?’ ~~~~~ Catch all the other #SexySnippets   here Enjoy your reading, love Katy xx

It's me again with my (almost) #SexySnippets Where Gibb wonders about ghosts... 'According to local legend, Molly Lister was an eighteenth century smuggler’s friend and her house is said to have very interesting cellars and storerooms. Like all good smuggling stories, there are supposed to be tunnels. Some are said to go to the village church of course, one to the local manor, and lots of tracks through the copse and along hedgerows to various farmer’s barns and so on. Plus of course, little creeks and hidden moorings. Full of history.’ ‘Any ghosts?’ Lottie grinned. ‘Not that I know of but I could make one or two up if you want.  Rattling chains and  spectres running across the lawn and into the river. ' ~~~~~~ Catch the other #SexySnippets  here Have a great week, love, Katy xx

Hi all and welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease. The craft fair surprised him. After noticing the few signs they had passed—no need to stop and ask for directions—Gibb had thought there would maybe a few stalls dotted about, a burger van and someone selling second hand tat. Instead there were rows of vendors, everything was neat and tidy, and each row was even signposted to shop te type of stuff sold. The sign saying ‘everything and anything’ made him laugh. Wasn’t that was it was all about. ‘I want to see if I can get some old lace doilies,’ Lottie said. ‘I’ve got an idea for a table cloth.’ ‘Do people still use them?’ Gibb asked as they headed down the row marked lacework. Lottie glanced up at him. ‘Which?’ ‘Either or.’ ‘Oh yes. A perfect tablecloth can set off a room. I remember years ago seeing a decorative cloth made up of antique lace doilies and it would be perfect to use in the shop. I’ve got that all singing all dancing sewing machine, I m

Hi all and welcome again to #SexySnippets.   I’m about to discover just how my hero gets out of this... A rustic table, covered with a red and white checked gingham tablecloth, old-fashioned rose painted china, and what appeared to be antique cutlery was set off with aged lead crystal glasses. Dainty sandwiches and cakes filled three lovely oval platters. Two cushioned chairs, a parasol and then incongruously, a cool box on a side table—a mixture of Austen and shabby chic. The perfect setting for...for what? He took her hand and lead her to the table, to help her sit down, before he poured a glass of champagne, handed it to her, coughed and got down on one knee. ‘Darling I wonder if you would do me the honour of...’ The big blue and white ball landed with a splat in the middle of the cakes, knocked two glasses over and rolled down onto his head, covering him with cream, jam, champagne and cucumber. Not quite the best way to propose.