Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Cast Not the First Stone or Salt Shaker

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of 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.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef and Rain try to have a normal conversation where he suggests she's a witch with magical abilities. She asks him if he's talking about "double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble" sort of witches. This is in his POV.

“I don’t know.” Her turn of phrase seemed odd. “I’m not a magic user myself, but somehow the curse is linked to them. Your power is great. Greater than all the others I’ve seen.” He shook his head, trying not to remember the feeling of her hands on his leg. His cock jumped at the chance to remind him of the pleasure.
He fisted his hand and slammed it into his thigh to distract himself. Rain jumped and leaned back away from him even though the cupboards stood between them. She stared at him a moment longer, waiting to see if he did anything before she spoke.
“Are you saying I’m a witch?” Her voice sounded cautious.
Jozsef shrugged as his body calmed down. “I can only guess that is true since I’m here, speaking with you.”
“How does speaking with you me make me a witch?”
Now came the hard part. “Because I’m a ghost.”
“I’m a ghost. A spirit, a shade. Choose your own word.”
She stared at him for a long time, her expression wary. Tension stiffened her body, but at least her tears had dried.
“You’re a ghost.”
“Liar.” Her voice was flat, angry.
“Liar. You lying, crazy sonofabitch! Get the fuck outta my house!” She hurled her words at him, her eyes blazing with her fury. “Get out. Get out. GET OUT.”
She picked up something on the counter behind her and flung it at him. The salt shaker flew through him, his body no longer solid with the distance between them. Another object sailed through him to clatter on the tile floor behind him.
It took Rain several seconds to realize none of the objects hit him. When her awareness understood, her fury melted into breathless confusion, and fear entered her gaze once more.
“You were solid. How can you be a ghost? Ghosts aren’t solid or real.”
“Oh, I assure you, my lady, ghosts are real.” Jozsef brandished a half-smile. “We don’t always wish to be seen or felt. Like when you’re throwing things at me. I’d rather not feel your missiles.”

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  1. LOL. There's a smart ghost. I love the way the tension melted away with humor. Great teaser, Siobhan.

    1. Heh, the humor only lasts so long, though. Thanks, Kiru. :)

  2. I’d rather not feel your missiles.<- Lol. Cool talent. Love her explosive reaction. I can't wait to find out what happens next!

    1. Thanks for visiting, SJ. Yeah, he thinks he's pretty smart until she does something he doesn't expect. :)

  3. Fabulous teaser, and I love that last line, lol.

  4. I just like how easy it is to follow along each week. I always remember where we left off and I'm always interested to see where we go! And I give your boy props for taking her reaction like a man, or a ghost man ;-)

    1. Excellent, Carlene. I'm so glad you're enjoying it. :)

  5. This is going to be an absolutely awesome book, and I love the way your characters interact with each other. Fantastic dialogue.

    1. Thanks, Nicola. He might be 600 years old, but he's got the smartass gene, too. :)


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