It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Pines & Violets, the final book in my Colors of Love series.
Do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I still had two years left on my contract, a no-trade clause, and a life that needed constancy. My girls had been through enough. I was not taking them away from Buffalo or the house they had grown up in. That house held Larissa. She was in every room, every painting on the wall, every book on every shelf. If the Surge didn’t want me I’d retire I’d been quoted as saying. Of course Arn had pitched a fit over my casually tossing that out the last time he was here for lunch. I didn’t care. My house was where my babies and me were safe. Where we were loved. Where I could pretend that my life hadn’t fallen in on me and left me buried. Where I could deepen the solitary hold I’d dug for myself and my twins.
It was easy to stay where I was. Preferred actually. Which was why I made story time that night extra-long. There were caring people gathered in my kitchen waiting for me to sit down and “talk” with them. It reeked of intervention. The last thing I wanted, or needed, was to be intervened with. I just wanted to be left alone with my girls. Why was that so damn hard for people to grasp?
“…did he not tell the evil wizard not to be mean?”
Raina asked, tugging me back to the storybook resting on my lap. The girls had a shared room with twin beds, bedding of silver and purple, and windows that looked down on our back yard. The furniture was French American or American French. Whatever. It was white and feminine, lots of flowers painted on things and tiny chairs that I didn’t dare plant my two hundred and twenty-five pounds in. The whole house was decorated that way. Larissa had said it fit the time period of when the house was built. I had shrugged and staked out a room on the first floor for my man cave.
“Well, I guess he was hoping the evil wizard would reach that conclusion by himself,” I replied and got not one but two arched eyebrows.
“That’s dumb,” Shannal announced and kicked her feet a bit. “Everyone knows evil people don’t know how to be concluded.”