First Chapter, First Paragraph

Prologue
1827

Nine-year-old Viscount Randall gazed toward Lyme's coast but didn't see where the glistening water met the vast sky. He  was too lost in a vivid daydream of being all grown-up, wearing the black robes of the British prime minister, and delivering a blistering piece of oratorical brilliance to Parliament about why perfectly reasonable boys shouldn't be forced to spend their summer holidays with jingle brained girls."http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com

Comments

Laurel-Rain Snow said…
Oh, this one does sound promising. Thanks for sharing...and here's mine: “CALL ME ZELDA”
January 6, 2015 at 8:13 AM
Unknown said…
I like the opening, but I'm still not sure if this would be for me. I'd have to read more. Have a great week.
January 6, 2015 at 8:32 AM
Nise' said…
I read a tease on another blog and liked it. I would keep reading.
January 6, 2015 at 9:03 AM
Sandra Nachlinger said…
I love "jingle brained girls." Although I only rarely read romances set in this era, Viscount Randall sounds like an interesting character. I'd keep reading.
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January 6, 2015 at 10:00 AM
Tea said…
Enjoyed all your comments. Thanks for stopping by.
January 6, 2015 at 11:10 AM
Chippy said…
If nine year old Viscount Randall becomes the man on the cover do we assume he changed his mind? :)

Chippy
January 6, 2015 at 11:27 AM
Suzie Quint said…
The touch of humor in this opening is quite tempting.
January 6, 2015 at 11:35 AM
JoAnn said…
Interesting opening... I'd read a little more before deciding.
January 6, 2015 at 1:32 PM
Literary Feline said…
I really like the opening and want to know Randall more.
January 6, 2015 at 1:33 PM
(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
Hi Tea,

Pretty good intro, but by the cover probably not a book I would select. Hope you love it.
January 6, 2015 at 5:30 PM
Yvonne said…
Not my usual genre, but it does sound good.
January 6, 2015 at 5:36 PM
The Bibliophilism said…
i always love stories about English aristocratics. Would definitely keep reading. Thanks for sharing!
January 6, 2015 at 8:41 PM
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