Tuesday Tales: Writing Point

Tuesday TalesTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is point. We continue the story of Ivy and the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Of course her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

She struggled to move. “Get off me, you filthy beast! Your breath smells like a sewer.” She raked her spiked finger claw down his meaty cheek. Instead of red, the scratch bled the putrid tar color of ichor.

The demon bellowed, clamping a hand over the flesh she had sliced.

While he was distracted, she heaved her arms and jerked her coat pocket free. Son of a toad headed mother. Where was the freaking gun? Using her elbows as leverage, she scrabbled backward. Frantic, she rummaged around in the dirt as far as she could reach. She had to keep the demon corporeal until she found the weapon. To that end she let loose a string of colorful insults, calling him every vile name she could think of.

Before she could locate the revolver, Bellorg grabbed her by the shoulders and sprang up, yanking her with him.

His sinewy claws squeezed muscle and bone, lifting her off the ground, and she clenched her teeth against the pain. He would pop her arms from their sockets at this rate. She fought to breathe.

“Hey, Bellorg. Pick on someone your own size.” Gavin’s voice had never sounded so serious. And cold. It was as deadly as the Glock poised between his palms.

The squeezing lessened, and her feet touched earth.

“Let her go.”

With a deft twist, the demon whirled her around and tightened the crook of his arm against her neck. “Never, hu–”

Gavin fired point blank into Bellorg’s kneecap.

The demon roared and flung Ivy aside like a piece of flotsam. She rolled and got to her knees. More bad news came around the copse of dead oaks. “Watch out, Gavin!” 

Bellorg’s girlfriend marched toward them with reinforcements. Her mottled gray lips parted in what passed as a smile. Yep, this demon bitch was all about payback.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt point. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

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