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, Rain is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and swears magic (and ghosts) aren't real. Rain asked for the story behind his alleged curse of being a ghost tied to the bone flute.
“What proof?” Rain couldn’t hide her skepticism.
Jozsef’s face creased with mortification. “He said he could no longer get a, uh, well…” He trailed off with a vague gesture toward his groin.
Rain stared at him while his face went redder and redder. Then she laughed.
“He couldn’t get a hard-on and he blamed Marika for that?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Man, the shit men come up with to blame women for their impotence.”
Jozsef cleared his throat and rubbed her table with his fingers. “Yes, well, he claimed she’d cursed him when he refused her offer to share his bed.”
“And you believed him?”
He shrugged, his shoulders tight. “I was young and hot headed. And jealous of her beauty. She could’ve had anyone in the village and I was too blinded by my need for an heir and my interest in her as a beautiful woman to see reason.”
“So you were young, dumb and full of cum, is that it?”
Jozsef grit his teeth and nodded once. “Yes.”
Rain sighed. “So then what happened?”
“Laszlo took advantage of my anger and said he had a plan to make the witch pay for both our pain. He said she would confess her sins and then we’d be rid of her influence in the village.”
A cold feeling built in the pit of Rain’s stomach. “What did you do?”
Jozsef looked away toward her backyard where the sun was heating the gravel paths through her desert garden. A few vegetable plants growing in the shade of the ash and fig trees she’d planted, but succulents and gravel took up most of the space. It was beautiful and serene, but she didn’t think he saw any of it.
“Nothing. Laszlo trapped her in her cottage and hurled his accusations of her to the crowd. She refused to come out and he set fire to the house. She never got out.”
“Are you saying he burned her alive inside her house? And you let him?” Her hands tightened on her mug.
“Yes.” Jozsef’s jaw was set and anger slid through his expression.
Thanks for stopping by and happy reading. If you want to read more from other authors, click the link and enjoy...
Powered by Linky Tools
Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list...