It’s good to be back with Tuesday Tales, after the stress and aftermath of Hurricane Irma. Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our word prompt is crush. The excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy romance. Visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Realization settled like a stone in her belly. She was in the hands of the dreaded Firbolg, mortal enemies of her lineage, the Tuath. She had to figure a way out of this predicament.
Her stomach roiled from nerves and the rough trip Rhade insisted was necessary to escape the enemy. Without warning, he swung her from the mount and leapt down beside her, still clasping her arm. Shouts pierced the air. Their two escorts reacted with urgency, unsheathing their weapons and rushing toward the din.
Rhade hauled her up an incline toward a row of large rounded boulders and shoved her through a crevice and into a tight, enclosed space, landing on top of her. “They could not have seen you. You’re safe for the moment.”
Breathing was hard with his weight atop her. She pushed up at him as best she could, but her wrists were still tied together. She scrubbed the cloth from between her lips, and managed a hoarse whisper. “Damn you, barbarian. Get off. Are you trying to crush me? Who’s after you now? The Tuath?”
Grunting, he shifted his muscular form and maneuvered to the narrow crevice, peering through. “It’s the Fomor, not the Tuath, damn your eyes. Didn’t you hear their war cry? I’ve a good mind to toss you out to them.”
Her heart thudded. “You said I was safe.”
“Your wagging tongue makes me reconsider.”
“You have no reason to fear me. I’m not the priestess you think I am.”
He snarled. “I fear no one.”
“There’s no reason to hate me either.”
Blue eyes flashed. “Have you forgotten I saw you at the battle of Boyne? Face of an angel, heart of obsidian. Your lies won’t work on me.” His voice hardened. “And don’t try any magic either, if you want to live another day.”
His words swirled around her like strums of music. He thought she would use magic on him? Human manipulation was against all she had been taught. Her lips parted, and her gaze narrowed, sorting out possibilities. Damn right she would. She just had to figure out how.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt crush. Thanks for stopping by. Make sure to visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
This sounds amazing. I am curious as to why she is tied.
No good reason in her eyes, Cathy!
Another wonderful excerpt!
I’m glad you like it, Vicki.
I love that she’s going to zap him with magic. You go, girl! I bet she takes him by surprise. Great snippet!
I’m glad you like her magical intentions, Jean. Thank you.
Fantastic scene. There’s a lot of emotion here on both sides. Well done.
I’m glad the emotion came across. Thanks, Susanne.
Love it! Magical and awesome scene. AND welcome back from Irma. Jillian
I’m glad you like it, Jillian. Glad you did okay in Irma as well!
A highly dinamic snippet! I enjoyed it a lot.
Thank you, Carmen. I’m so glad you think it’s dynamic and enjoyed it.
‘His words swirled around her like strums of music.’
You always have such marvelous phrases in your writing. I enjoy reading every scene and snippet!
Aww, how kind of you, Trisha! Thank you.