Tuesday Tales 2022-9-6 Sign

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. The word prompt this week is sign. The excerpt 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.

The opening act continued to rock. A tiny thrill zinged the base of her spine at movement around the dark edge of the stage. The Silver band members or their roadies must be undergoing last minute prep for their set. She kept her eyes peeled that way, trying to catch a glimpse of Lucien Silver.

By the time Hugo returned for the third time, her dishes had been removed and her tea replenished. He pushed his plate to one side, muttering about cold beef, and then caught the eye of the busy bartender. Lifting his arm, he gave the pointing finger sign for a drink refill.

In a few moments a young, college age man appeared at their table, electronic tablet in hand. His lips trembled in a nervous smile, his eyes shining at her.

“Wigle bourbon, straight, and double this one,” Hugo barked at him, and then looked to Angel with raised brows.

He was offering her a drink? What happened to his fury with her? “G-godmother,” she stammered.

After consulting the tablet, the waiter nodded and punched buttons.

As the musical volume kicked up a notch, Hugo motioned him to come closer. “This joint stock beluga?”

A blank look overcame the waiter’s face. “Caviar, sir?”

Hugo flashed a spread palm while shaking his head. “Beluga. Vodka. Finest in the world. For her godmother drink.”

A rapid barrage of blinking overtook the young man. He checked the tablet again. “Ahh, no. Sorry sir, I’m afraid not.”

He shot out a chortled laugh. “I thought not. Wanted to check. Absolut then. And send someone to clear this table.” The waiter hurried away, and Hugo’s eyes flicked to her tummy. “Better for you anyway. Not a drop of sugar.”

Her lips twisted. He undoubtedly knew that the other ingredient in the cocktail was a sweet amaretto. If he was waiting on her to comment, the big shot could wait some more.

It seemed, however, that he had other things on his mind than continuing to pick at her or micromanage today’s nutritional intake numbers. “I must fly out tomorrow morning. There’s trouble in Japan with those pop girls. That damn ditz Morty about screwed it up.” He cleared his throat and caught her in an intense stare. “Look, can I trust you to stay out of trouble while I’m gone? Walk the straight and narrow and get yourself tip top for the shoot in two weeks? Alise will be in charge, but she has the upcoming setup to handle as well. Chuck will be here, of course.”

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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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