Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for this week's Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.
Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
My Mid Week Tease is from The Beltane Witch. Sabrina Foxglove has just survived a nasty crack on the head and Darius Winterbourne, Summer Court Chamberlain, is taking her home with help from her friend Moira.
Moira led them
through the kitchen to the back rooms of the bar and gathered her purse, coat,
and keys. She hustled them out the door to her snow-dusted Jeep parked beneath
a small overhang. Darius set Sabrina in the back seat and climbed in beside her
while Moira stepped out to sweep the windshield. Sabrina wondered where he’d
put his huge sword, grateful she didn’t have to hold it for him in the car.
Oh,
man, that sounds bad. Can I hold your big sword, Darius? She had to
stifle a giggle. Thank the Goddess he
can’t hear my thoughts.
“All ready?”
Moira asked as she started up the Jeep.
“Yes.” Darius
brushed her shoulder with his as he sat back, and she inhaled a scented gust of
warmth from his jacket.
Sabrina turned
her face before he noticed how much she enjoyed it. She let her gaze drift out
her window, hoping the drive home would be quick so she could get away from
Darius’s sensual allure.
They left the
town and headed across the railroad tracks, bumping over two sets of them laid
side by side. Her gaze followed them where they merged together in a
synchronicity of rails and ties. Sabrina wondered if her life would ever find such
a connection, the perfect blending of two life-lines into one continuous path.
She laughed
silently at herself. Not likely after Tommy.
She turned her
head just enough to glance at Darius’s noble profile.
And
not likely with this peacock, either. He’s a player and the Fae’s minion.
Definitely not husband material.
Sabrina tried to
ignore the flare of pain from her burned belly. Why am I even thinking of husbands? Marty Robinson must have rubbed off
on me after his last threat. She sighed and closed her eyes. A woman needs a husband like a zebra needs a
frying pan.
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Humor and seriousness in one, good job! I especially liked the last line of the excerpt. ;) Thanks for sharing! Casey
ReplyDeleteHa! I'm with Casey - love the last line. Thanks for teasing with me, Siobhan!
ReplyDeleteCan I hold your big sword... lol! And the last line is ace! Loved this, Siobhan :-)
ReplyDeleteSiobhan, I love it when a man sets a woman in her seat in a car. Something sexy, sweet and macho about that and ditto, awesome last line :)
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