Welcome to Tuesday Tales, 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 stone. My excerpt is from one of my books in progress, Hannah’s Haint, a vintage paranormal romance set in a small town in the 1950s. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Meg looked up at her husband as they swayed to the music, her eyes gleaming. It was as if Rod had just done something amazing, like flown to the moon and back. A flicker of sensation tickled Hannah’s throat. Maybe she’d have that someday. Her lips twisted. Probably not. Her course was set. Had been since she left Miami. She had gotten herself into a deep hole. Very deep. All she could hope for was the plan to play out in her favor. Then she’d at least have the promise of a living.
She smiled at the returning laughing couple, thankful she could get out of her thoughts. “Looking pretty good out there, kids.”
Meg plopped into a seat and grabbed Hannah’s wrist. “Ooh, watch out. He’s coming your way.” The whisper made it seem like state secrets were at stake.
Rod gave her a look. “Don’t start your match making. Leave the poor guy alone, honey.”
Meg’s leer was wicked. “I’ll have you know I’m not doing a thing, except praying.”
Sure enough Nate approached their table, his eyes riveted on her. “Evenin’, Rod, Meg.” He never looked their way, but held out a hand to Hannah. “Care to cut a rug?”
His deep voice with that little backdoor rasp made her taste honey. She had never had a guy’s voice do that to her.
She placed her fingertips in his hand and stood. “What kind of dancing do you like to do, Nate?”
He let a beat pass, and then another. “Slow.”
It was a good thing she hadn’t worn a sheath dress. He might notice trembling legs or knees that functioned like jelly.
The band cooperated, or maybe he had put a bug in the head man’s ear for a couple of dreamy tunes. He folded her in his arms as if they’d been dancing partners for years.
She could almost believe she belonged there. She gazed up at him. “You’ve got style I never knew about.”
He flipped her hand over. A tiny furrow appeared on his brow. “Nice ring. What kind of stone is that?”
She eyed her fingers. What had she slipped on? “Oh it’s garnet. My birthstone.”
His dimple deepened. When the song ended, he kept her within the circle of his arms.
“Oh, did you want to dance another, Nate?”
He drew her closer. His lips brushed against her ear. “I want more than a dance, but you’re not ready for that, Hannah Ross.”
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt stone. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance
Wonderful scene. Looking forward to more.
I’m glad you liked it, Susanne.
Lovely scene between the two of them. Unique way to bring in the word prompt.
I’m glad you found it lovely. Thanks, Karen.
Sounds like a winner to me. You pulled me in with the “cut a rug” line!
I love the old cut a rug expression, Linda. Thanks for commenting!
Ook! Sexy, evocative writing. Great scene! Nate had my heart rate triple. Looking forward to where this story is going to go.
I’m so glad it came across sexy. Thanks, Jean!
ahhh, very nice. I love these parts the most: His deep voice with that little backdoor rasp made her taste honey” and ““I want more than a dance, but you’re not ready for that, Hannah Ross.”” Le sigh…. Jillian
Oh, thanks for liking those two line, Jillian!
I can’t wait for this book. My birthstone is garnet too
Garnet is so pretty, Cathy. You’re lucky to have it as your birthstone.
Such a great scene!
Thanks!
A perfect scene! You’ve left us wanting more…and I believe Hannah’s in the state of wanting a little more too!
Hahaha, she may be getting there, Trisha.
Beautiful scene! I’m hoping there’s going to be more between them too!
Thanks, Tricia!