Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write weekly excerpts incorporating word and picture prompts. The word prompt this week is yellow. 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.
He didn’t actually snarl at her. A beefy palm plopped forcefully under his chin, half covering his mouth. A mouth that itched to yell at her, she was certain. His blazing stare seemed to bore a hole through the middle of her forehead. His little finger began a relentless tattoo beneath one eye.
She said nothing and, after a few seconds, resumed chewing the golden yellow French fry. Its texture, crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, pleased her senses. The salty taste exploded around her tongue. It seemed forever since she had enjoyed the delight of a favorite treat.
He blinked and then narrowed his eyes. The uncovered portion of his mouth curled upward, depicting rage frosted over with ice.
Despite the sudden piercing sensation that shot through her abdomen, she studied her plate and selected another fry. It tasted just as good as the first. She’d pay for her defiance, one way or another. But not now. Not right now.
A voice boomed through the loudspeaker. She swiveled toward the stage. The introductory band, Accident Waiting, rocked into action. They were good, although without the sexy mesmerizing voice trademarked by Lucien Silver.
Determined to relax and enjoy the music, she tuned out Hugo as best she could. That goal was assisted by the arrival of his steak, after which he pointedly ignored her and plowed in. Soon afterward, he received a call and headed outside the room to talk. For Accident Waiting’s entire set, he was out more than in.
For her part she casually munched fries and gave some attention to her surroundings. Although not what Silver had been accustomed to at the height of their success, the venue was not bad at all. She had to give Hugo grudging credit for making it happen and bringing her along, whatever his motives and attitude.
The room was full, with diners finishing their meals. She wondered if these were organic Silver fans or if Hugo had brought in people. The rambunctious crowd frequenting the upscale bar had quickly engaged with the music, clapping enthusiastically with everyone else. The photographers were busy snapping. The audience pulsed in a supportive vibe, while still suggesting pent up eagerness for Silver to appear. Her anticipation grew as well.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
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It’s 8:30 and I want French fries. Great scene.
What a relief that you were able to comment on the post!
Figured you’d get it fixed sooner or later.
You never really know until it does.
Love your description of Hugo. I can picture him. You set the scene in the bar perfectly. Loving this story. Can’t wait for Silver to appear.
I’m so glad you could picture Hugo!
Yumm, I’m now craving French fries. I could almost feel the rhythmic pulsating of the band.
Me, too. Fries are always good.
What a great snippet! I may have to make a swing through Mickey D’s for some fries now. =D
Hahaha nice salty fries!
Loved the line about tattooing beneath the eye, Flossie. Your descriptions are so “right on”..
Thanks for stopping by, Barbara, and for the supportive feedback! Hope to see you soon.
Sounds like a fun evening – despite all the questions she has on her mind. I love how you worked in ‘yellow’. Great job!
She seems to be enjoying some parts of it.
I’m happy that she loved her treat. And I sense a past with Silver. Great job!
Thanks, Tricia.