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 dedicated group that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is the picture above featuring elements of orange decor. My snippet is from a dark fantasy romance about a heroine and hero who fight against nefarious traffickers. After reading it please make sure to visit the other talented authors at Tuesday Tales.
If she hadn’t realized it before, she did now. Rhade was one hot red blooded male.
A male with the scent of deep woods lingering about him. She breathed him in and filled her eyes with the sight of him. At over six feet and solid framed, he took up a large portion of the sitting room. The jeans and blue checked shirt made him look more accessible and even more appealing, if that were possible. Muscular forearms rippled from beneath rolled up sleeves, and her breath warbled as she noted his bare feet. Hadn’t she put socks in the bathroom?
Her nerves on edge, she clutched one of the orange chevron pillows that served as an attempt at autumn décor. “We may as well make ourselves comfortable while we wait on Roy. Like a beer?”
His lips twitched into a grin. “Wouldn’t say no to a cold one.”
In the kitchen she filled a tray with not only beer but also crackers, cheese, and some crunchy trail mix with M & Ms tucked in. She had an idea that rare steak would be more his style, but this would have to do for now.
“Here we go. I thought a snack might tide us over. Help yourself.”
After a long swallow from the tall necked bottle, he dug into the cheese and trail mix with obvious interest. “Do you think Roy has the information we need?”
“He mentioned Stella and the other familiars on the phone, so he knows something all right. It’s a matter of dragging it out of him.”
A dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes. “Not to worry. I can make him talk.”
“If it comes to that, yes, and I’ll hold you to it. But first we need to see if he’s naturally on our side.” At his doubtful expression, she hurried on. “It is possible, you know.”
“Possible, but not likely.”
“I know. I’d like to avoid another confrontation if we can.” She got caught up in the sight of a dimple that appeared now and then as he talked and munched on trail mix. She had never seen him in a relaxed setting, and to say he disturbed her was an understatement.
He pushed water darkened hair off his forehead and met her bemused stare head on. “If you keep on looking at me like that, I’ll be forced to take up where we left off last night.”
The huskiness of his voice caused a ripple of pure pleasure. Then she realized what he’d said, and stopped breathing.
He reached out and sifted through a lock of her hair. “It’s like rubied gold.” He came closer, and his mouth brushed against hers.
Loud knocking sounded at the door.
I hope you enjoyed my snippet based on the picture prompt of a room with orange elements of decor. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance