Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Mother Nature gave us another quick blast of winter late last week. Luckily, I hadn’t put away my boots and snowscrapers. Still, it’s technically spring in the Northern Hemisphere, so things are bound to settle down sooner or later.
Our word prompt this week is SILVERY. Since this is the last post for March, with Easter celebrated by some this weekend, it’s a fitting time to spice up the story. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones, my Contemporary Paranormal Romance Suspense. The plot thickens.
Rather than leave Raven with James, Marina picked up the kitten and went into the vestibule. She turned on the light, filling the room with a silvery glow. Opening the door, the smile on her face froze in place.
She stared at the stranger, a strong sense of déjà vu filling her. She knew this man, had known him for eons. She blinked, the image of them in bed vanishing as quickly as it had come. Her cheeks burned.
He was as tall and broad-shouldered as James, but his dark auburn hair was cut short, and his beard was little more than scruff although it suited him. The most remarkable thing about him was his hazel eyes that shone gold in the weak light, reminding her of the man at Heathrow. Above his right eye, he had a scar similar to the one Harry Potter was said to have in Rowling’s books.
She smothered a giggle. Talk about an overactive imagination. As if he were a cursed child who’d grown into a wizard.
Regardless of who and what he was, he was a magnificent specimen, just like James, but it was the sense that she’d seen him before that confused her. If she’d met this man, she would never have forgotten him. Raven who kept her distance from James, hissing at him if he came close to her, purred loudly, reminding her to speak.
“Please, come in. It’s not a fit night for man or beast. What can I do for you, Mr.?”
The man stood on the stoop staring at her. The stunned look on his face reminded her once more of the man she’d seen at Heathrow. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, and tried again.
“I’m sorry. I’m Dr. Jerome Morrison.”
Relief flooded her. No wonder she’d reacted so strongly to him. Just his picture had enthralled her, and here he was in the flesh. Hadn’t she wanted to meet him? It seemed as if Scotland really was a magical place where dreams came true.
“Of course! That’s why you look so familiar. I saw your picture when I toured Urquhart Castle. I’m Marina Fraser, by the way. I was sorry to hear that you’d retired.” She blinked. “Why are you here?”
He stared at her a second or two longer then seemed to pull himself together.
“Lady Fraser, you aren’t at all what I expected.”
That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.
OOOOH. The plot thickens! Love this– and why do I have the feeling she does know him from another life or realm? Interesting. And I love how you used the prompt. Jillian
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NICE!!!!!!! This story is heating up! I love it!! Yeah, she’s much younger and prettier than you expected. Oh boy. I’m loving where this is going. Can’t wait for the next episode. Great job!
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I love that you brought the two together. There definitely some spookiness at play, and her attraction to him reaches through the page.
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Ohhhhhh….can’t I just turn the page and keep on reading???? I so did NOT want to stop right here. This is a great scene. And I love how you used the ‘silvery glow’ in the room to get the word prompt in. Well done!
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Something like that, I’m sure.
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Whew! The magnetism between them is hot. And I was waiting for this guy to show up. Great job!!
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