Tuesday Tales: Writing Cream

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. I’m pleased you stopped by today. This week’s picture prompt is cream. My snippet is from Silver Angel, a Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.

The final chords of Wild Love thrummed off his Gretsch. He let it dangle against his groin but made no move to unstrap it or leave. The crowd was on its feet in a sea of lighters, yelling for more, not ready to quit. Shouting Silver Silver. Electricity sparked the air. Every cell in his body vibrated with the exhilaration of their driving excitement, their need for the music. Their need to have Silver play them home.

Stalk beat a quick pattern on the snare, ending with a crash of cymbal. A question as to whether to encore or get the hell off stage.

Lucien eyed the band. Two had set down their instruments, obviously ready to chill and party. They had given a lot. Still, the crowd wasn’t ready to call it a night. And neither was he. Their need bled into him. His fingers caressed the Gretsch, flinging a solitary note, and then another. The crowd erupted, knowing the song from the sparse intro. He put his lips to the mic and whispered, “One more for the road.”

Afterward in the madhouse of noise and backstage women, he raised an inquiring brow at Duff. The response was a slight shrug. So she hadn’t come. Damn it all to hell. Spiking adrenalin battled with disappointment and a seething frustration that threatened to engulf him. Someone handed him a bottle, and he took a slug.

“Hey, man.” Stalk nodded down the hall toward the side door.

He saw her. Tight jeans with black roses hugging her hips. Pink tee shirt with Silver sequins. She stood there, staring at him. She seemed a bit breathless.

He smiled, and her eyes brightened. She set off running and didn’t stop until she was in his arms and her legs were twined around his waist.

She was a dream, pure and simple. Cream to his whiskey. And all his. At least for tonight.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt cream. Thanks for stopping by. Read the other winning excerpts at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!

Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

 

All rights reserved, copyright @ 2019 Flossie Benton Rogers 

By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

13 comments

  1. Beautiful, evocative language. You put me right in the scene. I could almost hear the crowd! And feel his disappointment, then his joy. Great scene. Looking forward to more.

  2. I love your description of his playing. That and his reunion with his girl…did it get warm in here? Great job!

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