Welcome to Sara Walter Ellwood’s Sneak Peek Sunday!
This week’s peek is an edited snip from SEARCH FOR CAMELOT, a romantic comedy about a wisecracking American college student and a cool-mannered British bluestocking who find love when they join together to search for the fabled sword Excalibur.
Last week, we met our clever but penniless hero, Arthur Pierce, on the verge of his college graduation when he was visited by an eccentric British solicitor bearing an inheritance from Arthur’s long-lost uncle. It’s a 16th century parchment that appears to contain an ancient clue to the location of King Arthur’s sword.
Is it for real? Or a fake?
Arthur knows one person who can spot a forgery in a minute. Unfortunately, it’s his arch nemesis from the classroom, Chelsea Delafield. Chelsea is certainly not the fun-loving type of girl Arthur likes to dally with, but he needs her. She’s an expert in Arthurian history…
Ridgway Library, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. June 1892.
Arthur took a chair across the table from where Chelsea sat reading and nibbling quietly on a peppermint stick. Today, as always, she was impeccably well groomed—a white leg-o’-mutton sleeved blouse, bow tie, blue skirt, and sleek ebony hair swept up into a fashionable pompadour knot. Arthur concentrated on that neat little knot and waited for her to look up.
She didn’t look up. For a long time, there was no sound except for the ticking of a clock and the rustle of skirts as a librarian moved among the stacks.
Drumming his fingers on the table, Arthur contemplated how best to approach the situation. He knew, of course, that Delafield was angry with him. This in itself was nothing new. They’d spent the past academic year grating on each other’s nerves so often that each was now capable of annoying the other by virtue of mere proximity.
This time, though, she had good reason to be miffed. Normally, he wouldn’t have troubled himself beyond offering an apology for not showing up for their lecture last night, but today he needed something from her.
He cleared his throat and donned the crooked grin that had melted countless disgruntled girlish hearts in the past. “My, but you’re looking delightful today, Miss Delafield.”
She pulled the peppermint stick from her mouth, adjusted her spectacles and turned to peer at the wall clock. Behind those lenses, Chelsea Delafield had striking eyes, eyes almost the color of amethyst quartz. There was no getting away from them, really, not once they fixed on something, and Arthur certainly felt them fix on him when she turned back around. “You’re eighteen hours, thirty-seven minutes late.”
It looks like Arthur’s boyish charm is on the blink. Will our young hero be able to find another way to melt this disgruntled girl’s heart?
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