Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. The word prompt this week is mouse. The excerpt is from 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.
The minute she ordered tea and fries, Angel realized she had injected a ripple into Hugo’s well thought out plan for the night. With his controlling nature, he wouldn’t let any semblance of mutiny pass by. She steeled herself for his disapproval.
He brandished his whiskey glass toward the waiter.
“And a refill coming right up for you, sir.”
When the waiter had disappeared with their orders, he glanced pointedly at her abdomen and screwed up his lips. “You should have requested a salad. That’s two more pounds you’ll have to starve off before the tour starts.”
“I’m famished, Hugo. It has been a long time since this morning’s protein bar. A salad won’t cut it. Besides, the fries are taking the place of liquor. It will balance out.”
He huffed, and his tone flared out in derision. “The togs prefer to shoot glamorous models with a martini glass in hand, not stuffing their mouths with fries and swigging down iced tea.”
Maybe it was martini courage, but she kept her eyes steady at him. “I’m not going to argue about dinner.”
He leaned forward and spoke louder to be heard over an upswell of a new song loading. “This is not about dinner. This is about you listening to me and following the program. Nothing is desultory. We’re here to make money. I know the route to making money. It’s what I do. You, on the other hand, are a country mouse who knows jack squat about anything.”
She knew she should keep her mouth shut. No one ever won a war of words, or logic, with Hugo Waring. Heat built up in her throat until it hurt. “I know there’s more to life than making money.”
One side of his upper lip curled into a sneer. “Tell that to your clowder of a rag tag family. Ten to one they’d disagree.” He chugged down the remainder of the amber liquid as the waiter delivered their order.
Angel settled back in her chair. She forked a lemon slice from a small bowl and dropped it into her iced tea. With a languid gaze and her lips slightly upturned, she lifted the glass toward the group of photographers at the end of the bar. They all smiled adoringly and took the shot. Flitting a lingering side glance at Hugo, she pumped ketchup onto the plate, sprinkled it with salt and pepper, and fingered a fry.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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Way to go Angel! His comments bugged me (as a wrestling parent who knows the right way to maintain weight) so her sticking up for herself was brilliant. Great job!!
Thanks so much.
Great way to use the word mouse as well as chowder head 🤗
I loved the way she stood up to him. Hope it won’t come back to bite her. He’s a bully. I hate bullies.
Thanks so much.
Great snippet!!
Thank you.
Cool scene!
Thanks, Iris.
I’m glad she got the fries!
Me, too!
I love it! Just the way to put him in his place, quietly. I love her rebellion and refusal to be controlled by him. At least where food is concerned. French fries are worth fighting about!! Great battle.
Yes, they are lol– thanks!