Smart Bitches Henley Bodice first-line contest

You’ve probably heard of the Bulwer Lytton prize for worst first lines in fiction. Well, the Smart Bitches have created their own version, for romance fiction. Go here for rules, prizes, to read entries, and to nominate entries (like mine!) to be voted on. You’ve got less than 24 hours left, so get a move on.

Here are the two I’ve submitted, so far:

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As recently orphaned Amy Tangerine stood barefoot and destitute outside the smoking ruins of her Manhattan apartment building, she watched her fiance’ of seven years hit on the female cop assigned to the arson case, while behind him, her boss strode down the pavement toward her, pink slip in hand.

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A Regency Near Miss

Portia Delacroix’s dainty kid slippers faltered to a halt beneath the whispering willows as two swarthy men, their faces hidden by filthy rags, stepped onto the path ahead of her only to run for their lives as Lord Rakeraven’s horse’s hooves, the size of French porcelain dinner plates, pawed the air above their greasy heads, its master shouting, “Lay a hand on her fair head and I’ll eat your nadgers on toast, come the morrow!”

UPDATE: Nope, didn’t win. You can read the winners’ very funny entries here.

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2 Responses to “Smart Bitches Henley Bodice first-line contest”

  1. LiJuun Says:

    For some reason, I love that he would not eat their nadgers right away, but would wait for the morrow to savor them.

  2. Esri Rose Says:

    Nadgers are always better the second day.

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