Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts based on word and picture prompts. The word prompt this week is hot. This week we are jumping to Silver’s Angel, a Paranormal Fantasy Romance in the Wytchfae Series. When you finish reading it, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
An unaccustomed stream of light awakened Lucien. He jumped up, heart thumping, with a hollow sensation in his stomach. What deadline had he missed? He gave a relieved snort at the crooked blackout blind letting in the light. Telling himself to calm down, he moved his guitar aside and picked over the jumble on the dresser for a beer or leftover swallow of wine. Then he remembered he was tapering off and hadn’t had any before falling into bed. He pressed fingers into his temple, massaging. His mind was in a fog anyway. Why had he done that? The girl! Angel. Was she still on the bus? He had left her singing old folk tunes with Cody and Irish.
Hot legging it down the aisle had him faintly amused. At himself of course. After all, where could she go? He found her about halfway down, scrunched in a seat, sleeping. Her lips in repose formed a sultry pout. The long blonde braid cascaded over her shoulder and onto the arm of the seat. The curve of her hip caught his eye and the expanse of flesh where her cropped tee shirt had ridden up. She was hot all right. Maybe too hot for him right now.
He noticed other things. Long lashes fanned shadows beneath her eyes. Her prominent cheekbones needed no cosmetics for the hollow beneath. She had tucked her hands between her knees for warmth. He frowned at the thin blanket that had slipped to the floor. Retrieving it, he covered her. An image of Angel crying on the beach flashed in his mind. What was she running from? She had thawed toward him somewhat but not enough to confide. At least a good old-fashioned sing-along had brightened her spirits for a while.
He turned and, on the way to the galley, grabbed a shirt and pulled it over his head. He made two coffees, piling hers with creamer, non-sugar sweetener, and a sprinkle of cinnamon as he had seen her do at the hotel. Back beside her, he eased into the adjacent seat and placed her coffee in the holder in front of her. He breathed in the steam and welcoming aroma from his cup. Bali Blue Moon. Definitely good coffee. A hell of a lot better than stale wine. He took the first sip of the morning.
She stirred slightly, brushing back errant tendrils of hair. Her eyes fluttered open, straight into his own. He loved the way her eyes sparkled. A welcoming smile appeared on her lips.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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What a wonderfully descriptive scene. Excellent work.
Thank you!
Great descriptive scene and good use of the word prompt, too. I can feel the stillness of the scene and his thoughts have become mine. So well done, as usual.
Thank you!
Great scene!
Thanks!
What a wonderful, touching scene. I loved it all. Such a descriptive snippet had me right there with them watching it all. Great job!
I’m glad you found it touching. Thanks so much.
I love his image of her. Through his description it’s easy to tell he cares about her. Great job!
Aww, I’m glad. Thank you, Tricia.