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Monday, December 16, 2013

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BELLS"



Welcome! Today I have an excerpt from my WIP, the second in the Manhattan Dinner Club series. It doesn't have a definite title yet. It's still early. 
I hate it when he puts his gun on the front hall table. Bess moved toward the door when she heard the bell from the elevator ding. Terry, the handsome cop she was dating, kissed her, then stepped inside. He removed his pistol and carefully placed it on the table.
“Something smells good. Besides you, I mean.” He settled on the sofa. Bess retrieved a beer from the fridge and handed it to him. “Lamb stew. It’s chilly today. Good stew day.”
 “How did you know that’s my favorite?” His blue eyes lit up as he grinned. Pushing to his feet, he joined Bess in the spacious kitchen of her elegant, expensive Manhattan apartment. 

She peeked at the stew, scooping up a little bit on a spoon. She blew on the morsel before feeding it to Terry. He lapped it  up like a little dog being spoiled by its master. 
A bark from the floor grabbed Bess’s attention. Her tiny pug, Dumpling, sat attentively at her feet.
“Someone else wants a taste, too.” Bess spooned up another little bit of stew, blew on it furiously to cool it, then placed it in the dog’s dish. Terry chuckled, watching the small creature clean the sample up quickly.
“Looks like her favorite, too.” He turned his attention to Bess. “Like to get a taste of this, too,” he said, wrapping his arms around Bess. The blonde turned toward him to accept his kiss. He held her to him.
“You’re cuddly,” he whispered.
“So are you.” She closed her eyes, drinking in his scent mixed with a touch of lime aftershave, and  a little sweat after a day of work.  He’s all man.
“Can I have you for dessert?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and shooting her a lustful stare.
The blue-eyed blonde sensed the heat rising to her cheeks as she directed her gaze to the floor. “Could be arranged.” 
“That’s my girl.”  
“Am I? Am I your girl?”  
“Of course you are.”
“Then why do I only see you on Fridays?” 
“I thought I explained. Saturday nights I go undercover.”
“Undercover or under the covers? And with who?”
“I can’t tell you that. Too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous for you or me?” She cocked an eyebrow and rested her hand on her ample hip.

7 comments:

V.L. Locey said...

Great dialog, and what a cute name for a cute dog!

Lindsay said...

Love the pug's name.
Interesting banter between them.

morgan said...

Wonderful from your heroine's attitude, ample hips and a pug named Dumpling. What's not to love?

writerszenblog said...

Great start to a whole new story. And a cop, too! You know how some have a thing for a man in uniform. (Not mentioning my mom who leaps to mind lol)
Looking forward to reading more.
Trisha Faye












Iris B said...

Dumpling? LOL
Another great story ... not happy though that I've got to wait til next year to hear the rest of the conversation. Is his "undercover" story true or not ?

SherryGLoag said...

Yeah Dumpling tickled me too. And the rising tension via your heroine is great.

Davee said...

Yes, I want to know what he does the other six nights of the week. I'd be asking him the same question. Can't wait to see what happens with this one.