It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from my current WIP, Kestrel & Kee – The Siren of Lake Killikee, an MM paranormal romance.
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!
“You’re such an odd duck,” I said teasingly when he glided behind the register then went up to his toes before stumbling to the side with a snort of amusement. His bright eyes sparkled as he pushed up to sit on the counter, his gold hair picking up the orange highlights of the string of jack-o-lantern lights taped to the scarred wooden counter.
“I know. I mean people tell me that all the time.”
“Me too,” I confessed as I tallied up the days sales.
“I learned to love the eighties from my mom. She dated a drummer from a hairband for a few years, nice guy, British, loved to sail around the place in his fancy red robe and talk about bangers and mash.”
“Sounds familiar,” I whispered and caught sight of a ghostly middle finger floating quickly past before disappearing from view. I’d asked Reg not to levitate about eavesdropping while Phil was here. He’d pouted for a few hours but had agreed. Seems he was still here just not making himself visible which was really not the point. We’d have to have another talk about consent. It was a concept he seemed to have trouble grasping at times.
“So, I was thinking…” I glanced up from counting the ones to Phil sitting so close to me I could feel the body head leaching through his Depeche Mode t-shirt. “We’ve been studying really hard and I’m doing really well with my Mandarin.” He was doing okay. The tones were getting slowly better after he paid more attention to Grandpa and I speaking it but his grasp of Pinyan was slim. Still, he’d absorbed a good deal in a short time. “I have a game tomorrow night. Would you like to come watch me play then we could go get a pizza or something?”
Reggie appeared out of thin air, his eyes round as cannonballs, his mouth pulled into a grin so wide it might have been terrifying if I didn’t know him so well. I tore my sight from the nosy marquess to stare at Phil wearing what I was sure was my most stupid look.
“P-pizza?” I stammered, money counting stalling completely.
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Great scene. Love the ghost’s attempt to circumvent the deal and his reaction to the offer of a meal after the game.
LOL on the middle finger!
Great job! I love it.
I just love Reggie appearing with that look on his face.
Great snippet!
Love the ghost refusing to take a powder. And the middle finger floating by??? Hilarious!
Love Reg so much. The pesky ghost makes me giggle. Also love the descriptions of the scene. Great job!