Tuesday Tales: Writing Frozen

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 frozen. My snippet is from Silver’s Angel, a standalone Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.

She awoke, shivering, with her cheek plastered against the cold, dark window. Goosebumps dotted her forearms, denoting transition to frozen fish stick status. She unwound her stiff body from the seat. Rubbing her arms, she surveyed the aisle up toward the driver and then back to the bunk area of the bus. A few sounds filtered in, but things were mostly quiet. She needed a blanket or jacket but more immediately needed the restroom. Padding back toward where Lucien had pointed it out, she jiggled the door handle and jumped when a voice called out, “Get lost.” She slipped into the nearest empty seat, clamped her legs, and waited.

A moment later Lucien himself emerged, appearing startled at the sight of her. “Oh, sorry about that. I thought it was one of the guys.”

She rose and in a flash took in his appearance. Tousled dark hair, sleepy eyes, bare chest, and soft lounging pants that showed off his manliness. He made her mouth water like a melting hot cinnamon roll.

He took her in as well, and she tugged at a wisp of messy hair. She must look quite a sight after drooling all over the window.

She stumbled a bit on the carpet.

A dimple appeared in the corner of his cheek, as he held the door and ushered her in. “All yours.” The huskiness of his voice played over her body as if she were made of strings.

When she emerged, he was waiting with a soft blanket that he wrapped around her shoulders. “You look as if you could use a hot drink. How about we muster something? The galley is tiny, but Mosh laid in the basics.

‘Sounds good.”

“Did you rest okay in your bunk?”

“Oh, well…” A nervous titter escaped her. “When I got back there, it was, uh, occupied. No worries. The seat did fine.”

He grumbled. “No wonder you’re cold. Some host I am. I was out like a light.” He put an arm around her. “This is premium work time for me anyway. Let’s get you warmed up and then you can have my bed.”

Her heart sped up with his words. With his nearness and the crazy effect he had on her, she was already rounding the corner toward sizzle.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt frozen. 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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