First Lines Friday is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
Finally… reveal the book!
First Lines:
“Someone was trying to kill him. Either that or Miles had become the most unfortunate man in London.”
Do you recognize the lines?
Here’s a hint:
It’s a new historical romance and third in the series.
Still not sure? Here’s another hint:
It’s written by Emily Windsor.
The First Lines Friday book is:
The Earl of Spades
A gentleman the London Ton desires – a newly titled earl. To Miles Firth, Earl of Stonewold, cavalry boots are more agreeable than dancing slippers. A former captain, he’s a man of order and command. And now earl – a reluctant one. Lauded by society as a rugged war hero and most eligible bachelor, his one flaw, in their view, is an avid interest in…plants.
A lady the London Ton disdains – an unconventional spinster. Miss Verity Seymour would rather be hurtling around Town in her Pomona-green phaeton with her eccentric aunt and ruined cousin than brave a stifling ballroom. Branded by society as a scandalous spinster, her one merit, in their view, is an artistic talent for…cat portraits. But cats are not Verity’s only portraits…
Where petals and peril entwine… Drawn together when young by passions neither could deny, their hearts were shattered, a love out of reach. Until in London’s streets and hidden gardens, their paths cross once more and every glance threatens to awaken a desire long-thought buried. But sinister eyes also watch on, and as both peril and temptation draw close, Verity and Miles must discover if love can bloom anew or whether secrets of the past will smother it forever…
With steamy hothouses, disreputable cousins, cats, notorious hell owners and…plants, the truth is waiting to be unearthed. A love waiting to be grasped.
