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
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I love your descriptions and really want that outfit! Lol
Cathy, I’m glad Angel’s outfit struck a note. Thanks!
You captured the scene beautifully. Love the emotion revealed in so few words. Well done.
I’m so glad the emotion revealed itself okay. Thank you, Susanne!
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.
Thank you, Jean! I’m thrilled it made you look forward to more of one of my favorite couples.
That was fabulous, Flossie. And the closing lines were pure poetry.
Loved it!
I’m glad you liked the scene, Mae. I love Lucien and Angel.
oooh la la. I Love it- cream to his whiskey- ahhhh. And I could hear that whisper into the mike- sexy! Jillian
oooh la la. I love it. Cream to his whiskey. And I could hear that whisper into the mike- Sexy! Jillian
Heh heh, you are so cute. Thank you for the good words!
I love your description of his playing. That and his reunion with his girl…did it get warm in here? Great job!
I’m so glad his playing came across okay, and thanks for the way you phrased “his reunion with his girl.”