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Tuesday Tales – Glass

Badge for TT - very smallHappy Tuesday and Welcome to Tuesday Tales!  I have exciting news.  I have signed a contract with Secret Cravings Publishing to publish The Thirteenth Knight!  However the bad news is that I think this will be my second to last post for The Thirteenth Knight.

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tavernThe tavern was dark and dank.  The only light was an amber glow from the fire in the hearth.  The only thing the grimy glass windows let through was the scent of the salty sea air.  Thatcher growled as he clenched his large, powerful hands around the mug full of ale.  He couldn’t believe what a fool he had been.  Miranda had betrayed him from the start with her pleas to become his wife.

Had I only known then what a harlot she is.

He glanced up at the beautiful, buxom, blonde barwench as she sashayed by.  And the women.  Women all over the kingdom threw themselves at him, vying for a spot in the bed of one of King’s valiant knights. Thatcher never gave them a second glance.  His heart belonged solely to Miranda.  The viper.

The barwench smiled at him and giggled, her tongue lingering a second longer on her lower lip than it needed to.  Thatcher stared at her ruby lips.  He wondered how they would taste.  He wondered how her soft curves would feel pressed against his body.  He pushed the ale away.  He wouldn’t drown his broken heart in drink tonight.  He would drown it in her.  And tomorrow morning he would take the first ship that would get him far away from this kingdom.  And Miranda’s lying mouth.

He stood on command as the blonde scrunched her finger, beckoning him to her.  A weathered hand clamped down on his shoulder and forced him back on his stool.

“Lad, you want none of that,” a deep, cracked voice behind him scolded.  An old man slumped on the seat next to him, his gray eyes peering at Thatcher through dirty glasses.

“I most certainly do,” Thatcher barked.  “What makes you think I do not?”

“Because if you do, you will break the heart of the woman who loves you, the woman who needs you to return to the palace to rescue her.”

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on September 16, 2013, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. yay! He knows she’s not a liar. I love the descriptions here and love the viper comment, too. Well done.

  2. OMG!!! Thank God for that old guy. Geez. I was scared for a moment there. Thatcher needs a lesson if faith and a spanking! I agree, loved the viper comment. Great description and thank goodness you save him from the real harlot. Or I might have to smack you. Lol. Love this story.

  3. Yeah, I’m glad the old guy turned up to talk some sense into Thatcher, and I hope Thatcher listens to him.

  4. Congratulations on the contract! Can’t wait to read the complete book!

  5. Congrats on your contract! I can`t wait to read this story from cover to cover!

  6. Oh thank goodness for the old man. How could he ever doubt her heart?! He knows what a cruel and vicious fiend Brunon is…he should trust his love more than what she says in Brunon’s presence!

  7. I can’t believe he’s doubting her love for him.
    I wonder who the old man is?

  8. Nice scene! Congratulations on your publishing contract. Well deserved!

  9. I’m glad you gave him hope at the end.

  10. I’m glad the older man intervened and kept him from making a mistake he couldn’t take back. Great post

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