Tuesday Tales: Lord of Fire 9-9-2014 by Flossie Benton Rogers

TUESDAY TALES – Each week a group of authors bands together to share snippets of our works in progress. Visit the other fabulous authors. My excerpt comes from my paranormal romance, Lord of Fire – starring warrior hero Gabriel Hawk and Wytchfae heroine Garnet McAnna. In this scene Gabriel and a fae familiar named Angel discuss events surrounding Garnet’s disappearance. This week’s prompt is RIBBON.

   “Oh!” Her mouth rounded into a look of astonishment.
   “For god’s sake, what is it?”
   “Something I had forgotten about until you said that. I don’t know for certain if this is what you mean, but a few days back I overheard him mention something to the ogre about a place called Slice.”
   Rage scraped The Hawk’s insides. The cups rattled when he pounded a fist on the table. Heads turned his way, and he forced himself to relax. He didn’t need undue attention right now or the manager calling the police or looney trolley to pick him up.
   Angel’s eyes widened. “You know of it?”
   He nodded. “I’ve been to Slice. I hate to think of her stuck there. It’s a hellhole club wrapped up in a pretty ribbon.”
   “Where is it?”
   “Where and when. It’s not only an alternate dimension but the owners keep it a couple of years into the future.” He slid from the booth. Reaching into his pocket, he extracted a wad of cash and pressed it into her hand. “Get yourself into a safe hotel room and call that master of yours again. I don’t care if he’s still overseas. Persuade him to come get you, understand?”
   Her bottom lip trembled as she stared up at him. “It’s that bad?”
   At least he had scared her. Maybe she would show some sense now. “Yes. Call him, okay?”
   “I’ll phone Lucien right away, but I’ll still be a nervous wreck about our girl.”
   “You have the Wytchfae’s cell phone. Keep it until you hear from me. I’ll let you know how things go.”
   He turned back with a frown of impatience.
   She lifted a bundle from beneath her chair, extracted the cell phone from it, and then handed him the bag. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Her gun and other things.”
   In the truck, he slipped his blue shirt out of the sack. Pressing it against his face, he conjured the image of Garnet wearing it that morning in his kitchen. The smell of his after shave hit his nostrils but also the sweet scent of Garnet. It reminded him of clover and fresh flowers. He turned the key to start up the truck. He’d bring her home.Badge for TT - small

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Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance


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