Happy Halloween! It`s time for Tuesday
Tales.
Today we have a snippet from my current MM
hockey romance book, Lost in Indigo.
In this excerpt Mat and Indigo discuss the old ghost rumored to haunt Mat’s
home.
Our word prompt today is “Ghost.”
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!
“Did you know that old bitchy nurse won’t
let me come into visit you because she says, ‘I’ll contaminate the area’ like I
was some gross germ-bag.” He sat down
beside me on the bed, his slight weight barely making the firm mattress sag. He
wrapped his arms around his long legs, tucking his thighs into his chest. The
sight of his calves made me yearn for something. Something like touching the
soft dark hair peppering his legs. My gaze moved over slim ankles to his bare
feet. His toes were long, nicely-tended, and dirty.
“Maybe she thinks your grimy feet will rub
off on the sheets.” I pointed at his toes.
“I just came out of the flower beds around
the western side of the house.” That would explain the fresh dirt between his
toes and the glow of sun still lingering on his skin. “I’m revamping them.”
I wiggled up a little higher, the
blurriness inside my head slowly disappearing. “All of them?”
He nodded, sending some stray strands of
hair into his eyes. “You said I could do whatever I wanted. They were too
formal for the feel of this house.” His dark eyes went round then. “Did you
know that there’s this old gay ghost roaming the place?”
That made me chuckle. “I own the place, so
yes, I’ve heard that rumor.”
“Have you seen him?” He pulled his legs
closer to his chest, his dirty feet making marks on the crisp, white sheets.
Nurse would shit herself in rage when she saw the freshly made bed. “Did he
really die while fucking his young lover?”
“That’s what I’ve been told. When Fran
visits, you should ask her. She’s the one who knows all the dirty tales on both
sides of the river. We passed her island. It’s the one right before mine.”
Indigo laughed. A gentle breeze swept into
the den, tickling the sheer curtains and carrying the aroma of river, flowers,
and Indigo to me. I breathed deeply. It was hard to decide which scent was the best.
“Dirty tales rock. Oh! So, tell me what
kind of flowers you like.” The breeze touched his hair, ruffling it and lifting
more smell from him.
“The kind that they use to make your
shampoo.” He blinked. I felt stupid instantly.
He stared at me for a long, long time. I
began to feel hot under the skin. “My shampoo is a mix of honeysuckle,
gardenia, and jasmine. Same as my body wash. They come in a kit.” He tipped his
head to the right. The move made him look flirty like a woman. There’s a word
for it, for that kind of look. Kittenish? Coy? I didn’t know but there was
something hot and knowing in his gaze.
“Okay, jasmine flowers. Plant them.” God above, let that ease me out of this
awkward situation.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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7 comments:
Dirty stories, ghosts and amazing smells...all combos for a great read. 😉
Love it, especially the dirty feet. If I garden in crocks,mine get filthy too.
What a sweet cute snippet. Great description I love Indigo
I so enjoy reading your snippets and seeing how you weave the prompt into the story. Great job!
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love! I hope we're going to hear more about the ghost!
They are so cute chatting about the old house. I love these two, Great job!
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