Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog featuring diverse authors posting excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry bunch that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today we have a picture prompt. My excerpt is from a paranormal fantasy in which a goddess occasionally inhabits the body of an archaeological assistant. Please read the excerpts of the other authors at Tuesday Tales.
Simon ignored Zeth’s inquiry about the nearest bar. His eyes sought Prue in the distance, but there was no sign of her. What had gotten into her, and how had she disappeared so fast? He took a halting step. “I should have stopped her.”
Zeth flicked lint off his lapel. “Don’t sweat it. I have an inkling she’ll circle back tout suite.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I have something she needs.”
“What?”
He shrugged it off. “Family business, more or less. Now where’s that bar?”
“Six or seven blocks over. She comes back here, she won’t know where we are.”
“She know where the bar is?”
“Of course.’
“Then she’ll know where I am. Let’s roll.”
When the dude said roll, he meant in style. His wheels—parked around the corner in an alley rather than on the street—propped up a car Simon had never thought to actually see in person. Its stellar blue and black awesomeness seemed to pulsate and shimmer in the damp, moonless night. He stood agape. “Are you freaking kidding me? You drive a Bugatti Chiron?”
“Tonight I do.”
The blocks blurred by as he basked in the sheer glory of the machine, breathing in the luxurious new car smell. His hands gripped and then caressed the buttery leather seats. By the time they parked and made their way into the pub, he was as tipsy as if he’d already had a shot.
His attention flared to a woman’s backside adorning a bar stool. When she spun around, eyes glittering and languorous, it was Prue. Somehow she’d found time to change clothes and dry her hair into a tumble of gold. She sipped a martini, and with rounded lips plucked an olive from its stem.
He tapped his head with the heel of one hand, trying to clear the cobwebs. “You were mad as a hornet.”
“At the moment I don’t feel like stinging you.”
Her velvety tone had him savoring her words. Each syllable lapped around his tongue like rich red wine.
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Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
I love the imagery it felt like I was there.
I’m glad you like the imagery, Cathy. Thanks!
Loved your description! And he and Prue, dancing around each other. As always, stellar writing sucks me right in.
How wonderful that you like the description and were sucked in. Appreciate it, Jean!
Wonderful description! I was just in love with the car as he was. And what does Zeth have that she needs? Can’t wait to find out. Great job!
I know– that car, right??! Thanks, Tricia.
You can’t stop there Flossie, leaving us with so many unanswered questions! Excellent scene, showcasing your talent for wordsmithing.
You are so thoughtful, Trisha!
Wonderful snippet!
Thanks, Vicki!
awesome, awesome, awesome. Love it all from the “she’ll know where I am” to the car, to her gold hair and to the “Not sting you”. Well done!!!! Jillian
You are super amazing for your kind words and saying the snippet is awesome, Jillian. Thank you!