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 thanks. My snippet is from Silver Angel, a standalone Wytchfae prequel to Lord of Fire. Enjoy the other authors of Tuesday Tales.
Almost everyone had gone from the lodge, either scurrying out to some merry fire pit party or making a run back to town. He and Angel had finished preparing kits for the visitors coming next week, and she was putting the desk and supplies back in order. She tapped down a stack of note cards. “Thanks for helping.”
He nodded, his mind wandering off on another track. The clear notes of day settled to a resonant hum. Shadows lengthened, parrying and crisscrossing in final salute. It was the time of day to put dread in the pit of his stomach and make him reach for his guitar or a drink.
Angel stilled. “What’s the matter?”
His glance skirted toward her. “What do you mean?”
“You’re pinching your eyebrow. You mainly do that when you’re thinking hard about something.”
He turned away, thrusting his hands in his pockets.
“Now you’re pacing.”
He swiveled toward her, gesturing in the air. “I pace all the time.”
“True, but this is a worried pace.”
Her hair floated on her shoulders like gossamer, catching the low glinting rays. It made his breath catch in his throat. It acted as some sort of truth serum, binding him in gold or something. He couldn’t speak small talk to her, nor could he lie. “ Angel, I…damn it I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve wanted this tour for so long. Now all of a sudden it seems like the biggest mistake of my life.” His voice lowered. “Let’s face it. The magic is gone, down the drain like yesterday’s bathwater.”
Her cheeks flushed, she approached him and took his hand in hers. Firm and warming, her fingers kneaded his palm. “You’ve got more magic in this one hand, Lucien Silver…” Her words broke off, as she put her arms around his neck and nestled her body tight against his.
His arms came around her. Her form was like a power station that radiated circles of warm energy up and down his own. He sucked it up like a man needing air. She rained kisses over his face, fervent now. Her words were whispering soft, heated deep in intensity. “Your music is magic, Lucien. You are magic. I need that. I need it so much, and the world needs it, baby. So bad.”
I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the picture prompt thanks. 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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Great scene. Well done.
Thanks!
Nice steamy except. Your language, as always, is breath-taking – he sucked up her energy, “like a man needing air.” And how he can’t lie to her. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to do that to people in real life?? Great exceprt.
It sure would be wonderful to do that, Jean! I’m glad you like the steamy.
Wonderful snippet with colorful, melodious prose. I love “The magic is gone, down the drain like yesterday’s bathwater.” Great job, as usual!
You brighten my day, Trisha! Thank you.
Whew! I love the magic you make with the words. And I love how things are heating up. Great job!
I’m searching for a new thermometer, Tricia!