Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. The word prompt this week is orange. This snippet is from Silver’s Angel, a paranormal romance in the Wytchfae Series. When you finish reading it, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
Thank heaven for a few loose moments in between sets. Angel sipped water, regular bottled, not her preferred sparkling. Still, it slid down her parched throat with delicious succor and wouldn’t make her burp.
Connie muttered, “Will this day ever end? My neck has a crick.”
“Lionel’s got a cure for that.” Angel gestured for the trainer to join the huddled group. “See what you can do about Connie’s stiff neck, will you?”
As he got to work with his magical massage fingers, Marie declared, “I’m next.”
“And then Crispin.” Angel insisted, eyeing the dark-haired beauty, worried about her fade-out. “What hurts the most?”
“Every square inch. If I must choose–shoulders.”
The photo shoot seemed to be veering downhill. They had been at it all day, the seven of them, posing in scanty but vibrant BeBe Branch swimwear, with the renowned shutterbug Harjo behind the lens. No one could have asked for a more gorgeous day—silver sand glinting with crystalline specks, a heaven-sent sky so azure it hurt, and translucent aquamarine wavelets frothing around their toes. Angel had been in the zen mode of get it done but show the fun, up until now.
She had worked with all the girls before, except for Crispin, on loan from some off-Broadway production that Hugo held interest in. Not accustomed to the rigors of a shoot, Crispin had lost her zing well before noon. After that, Angel noticed Harjo positioning her less prominently, shielding her with others’ shoulders and hips. Her coloring looked striking in orange, though, and the skilled photog made sure that sunny flashes peeked out among the other bright hues.
Before long, breaktime was over. Harjo directed Angel to the middle, as usual. Complementing her print fuchsia bikini was a delicate pink hibiscus with a hot pink center. She and two others had to pose with chiffon coverup scarves. One was merely palmed, another knotted at the waist to skim a leg, and her own draped seductively at breast level to float away into the breeze. Harjo insisted there be ample fluttering and had turned on the monster wind machine.
“This light she is perfect now. Otherworldly. Think mermaid! Think mermaid!”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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A day at the beach in the heat would be nice right now. Only 30 degrees here.
Oh my gosh, Susanne. We are just now getting a little chilly weather in the mornings here— 60s. We always wait so long for it, but Hurricane Ian ushered it in early. Right now it’s 77 and feels so good. Loving it! As for you– stay warm!
Love your descriptions, excellent, as usual! Modeling seems so glamorous, but I guess, in the end, it’s hard work that requires a lot of energy.
Lovely use of all the rainbow for sure. Such a pretty picture you painted here with the sea, the bathing suits and the flowers. Well done! Jillian
It was a colorful morning, thanks, Jillian!
I love the scene by the beach. Perfect! And the ‘think mermaid, think mermaid!’ — I just love that! Great scene!
I’m glad you love the beach scene and the photographer’s instruction. Thanks, Trisha!
Wow, I was uncomfortable for them. Great description of the scene!
Thank you!