Welcome to Tuesday Tales, powered by a small group of authors, where word prompts inspire passages in the books we’re writing. The word of the day is new. This excerpt is from a WIP, book 8 of the Wytchfae series, a paranormal fantasy romance entitled Silver’s Angel. It features a supporting female character from Lord of Fire and a rockstar named Lucien Silver. When you finish the passage, make sure to visit all the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
Lucien said, “Some of the guys accepted an invitation for a crawfish boil this afternoon. It’s the Boudreaux family giving it. One of their sons graduated from veterinary school. You and I are also invited. You interested?” A hint of wariness had infiltrated his expression, as if he wasn’t certain of her reaction.
Angel set her gaze on him, impressed at the amount of information he was sharing so early in the morning. Usually he was like, “coffee” and “phone,” with several repeats for the former before complete sentences were forthcoming. It must be a gathering he really wanted to attend. “Sure, let’s do it,” she agreed amiably. “Is it a family you know?”
He nodded. “Not well, but everyone on the bayou knows of them.”
“Will we ride with the guys?”
“I thought we’d go by ourselves so we can bug out early if we want to. These things can go on until the wee hours.”
“Okay. Sure.” She looked down at the sassy dress and strappy sandals she had slipped into this morning. “I’ll need to change. Jeans and boots?”
“Casual. Very casual.”
She blinked at his emphasis and repeated, “Very casual. No problem. You know where to go?”
“It’s been a while, but I know the general spot. From there, we’ll follow the music and aroma of good cooking. We’ll have to make a stop along the way for citronella candles and a couple of lawn chairs.” He asked gingerly, “Do you need to buy new jeans…or anything while we’re at the store?”
“Buy jeans? I have scads of jeans.” What in the dickens was he saying, without really saying it?
“Casual ones fit for a bayou party?”
Now she got it. He was protecting his friends. And her. He didn’t want her to stand out as an overdressed snob. A surge of anger shot through her and must have flamed on her face because he, in turn, looked stricken.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m an idiot.”
The anger disappeared as if a switch had been turned off, and she laughed. A hearty, delighted laugh. Almost a hoot.
He stared.
She cleared her throat, sobering, and placed fingers on his arm. “Lucien, darling, I have experience with various occasions, from chic to down home. And believe me, I wasn’t born chic. I’m loving this time we’re spending in your old stomping grounds. Next month,” she moved her lips close to his ear and pressed a soft kiss, letting her breath linger, “maybe you should visit mine.”
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
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Nice scene between them. It shows his concern not only for his friends but for her. Taking him to meet her family should be interesting.
Yes, I’m looking forward to that. Thanks!
Angel is the epitome of “cool.”
She is. Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Loretta.
I love the emotions between the two of them. And I can relate with Lucien about the “phone” and “coffee” first thing in the morning. I can wait for holiness to visit her stomping grounds. Great job!
I love the two of them. Thanks, Tricia!