It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Christmas Extra, Laurel Holidays #5.
Please 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!
The ride to town was deadly quiet aside from an old live album of Neil Young’s.
Tony was subdued, his nose in a thick script, the whole way into Rockmount. He now wore reading glasses. Small round ones with dark frames that looked wickedly attractive on him. Our gazes touched once or twice on the ride, his darting back to his script while mine would fly to the road. Where they belonged.
“This is the town green,” I said, pulling up behind a yellow sawhorse that Teddy had placed in the middle of Main street to divert the traffic away from the shoot. “You’re shooting here for a week then it’s off to a local wedding barn and then out to the tree farm. Not sure what comes after that but this is where you need to be today.”
He closed his script, his glasses riding low on his lovely nose, and smiled at the madness outside in the cold.
“It looks like something from a painting,” he commented and yeah, he was right, it did look like a Thomas Kincaide oil. A huge blinking tree stood off to the side of our little World War 2 memorial fountain. Stalls had been erected to mimic a Christmas celebration with strolling carolers and a rolling hot peanut vender. “Guess I had better get to make-up and wardrobe. I’ll get a ride home tonight. Oh, and I’ll cook something. I’m pretty good at cooking now.”
I arched a brow. That was news to me, but then again he could have taken a master chef class and I wouldn’t have known. Hell, he could have a degree in quantum mechanics for all I knew. I had avoided all news of him like the plague. A little puff of warmth, like someone blowing on a fire about to go out, flared up in my chest at his use of the word home for my place. It was…well, it was making me think of domestic things that could have been but now were never going to be.
©Copyright V.L. Locey 2023
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Wonderful description, especially the puff of warmth when he speaks of home near the end.
Jean C. Joachim says
Wonderful, poignant piece! I also love the “puff of warmth” line — perfect, eloquent and evocative at the same time. I also love holiday romances. This one seems like it’s going to be fabulous!!
Susanne Matthews says
Love this. The puff of warmth is the perfect way to describe his feelings. Great job.
ahhh. Nicely done. Love the description of the Christmas fair and his thoughts of home.
Trisha Faye says
Neil Young! Now I’m in the mood for some of his music.
Wow! This little excerpt tells me quite a bit of their backstory. And maybe a past between them? Great job – can’t wait to read more!