Today is January 31st, so I thought it would be fun to use that for today’s Teaser Thursday. Since this one is an ebook, I went with 31%.
She must have sensed him hesitating on her front lawn because she came to the window and unlatched it, leaning over the box of flowers. The moonlight made her hair gleam like spun silver. It also made the white teeth inside her smile resemble horrible, gnashing fangs. Clay didn’t know if he should run at her or away from her.
By the tilt of her head and the come-hither motion of her hand, probably far, far away.
In one enchanted telling of old, a prince desperately seeks a princess to wed and rule by his side. But when his destiny arrives upon the castle steps, she fails to look the part of royalty, being drenched and forlorn after facing a cloudburst on her journey. To satisfy the prince’s queenly mother, she must prove herself a real princess, with a constitution so delicate the slightest lump beneath a tower of eiderdown mattresses – a lump no bigger than a pea- bruises her flesh and hinders her sleep. Only a girl as tender as a budding rose may marry the royal son and become a queen in her own right.
To put it in a nutshell: Plinkst was nothing like Ashton Place.
This was the sad and unavoidable conclusion reached by Miss Penelope Lumley, who had recently -and oh, so reluctantly!- joined the household of the Babushkinov family in the unhappy town of Plinkst, in Russia, somewhere south of Saint Petersburg and north of Moscow.
Or was it east of Moscow and west of Volga?