Hey there everyone! I am back with Tuesday Tales! (It’s been too long!). And…I am back with Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance. The last we were with Gideon, he had rescued Emma from the humidor. (Need a refresher? Click here!). What will happen when Emma wakes up?
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The pumpkin orange glow of the late autumn sunset illuminated the thick glass pane of the window. It was soft yet still pierced Emma’s senses. She let go a soft groan as she stretched her stiff limbs.
Her mind raced to remember what had happened. The last she remembered she had been thrown in Gideon’s horrific humidor, the door sealing shut when she hit the floor. The thick fog of poison wrapped around her, choking her. She thought of him, of Gideon as she gasped her last breath. All she wanted to do was tell him how much she loved him. She never would.
But now, she was lying in the soft sanctuary of someone’s bed. Whose bed was she in? Had Katarina taken pity on her? Emma brushed a curly lock of hair from her face as she opened her eyes. Her gaze was met by the cold glare of Gideon’s.
“Gideon,” she breathed.
He shifted in the chair he sat until his elbows rested on his knees. He pressed his palms together for several moments. “You betrayed me. Your willingness to assist me, to be here with me, to want me was only a ploy to get me to finish that bloody contraption.”
Emma sat up, tugging the covers closer to her. “At first, yes. Katarina commanded me to do it. But the longer I was here, the more I was with you I wanted to be here.”
“Liar,” Gideon spat.
Emma drew her eyes to slits. She tossed off the blankets and stood on unsteady feet. She spun at him. “I don’t need to sit here and listen to you call me a liar. Yes, I lied. But I am not lying now. I was here because I wanted to be with you. I touched you, I kissed you because I wanted you deep in my core to the point I ached. No man has ever compared to you. But I don’t need your condemnation.”
She turned away from him to search for her gown. Just as she stooped to pick it up, a hand on her arm whipped her around. Her lips were engulfed in a scorching, sinfully delicious kiss. The only choice Emma had was to melt into it helplessly.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today’s word prompt is “savage”. We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Gideon was rushing a poisoned Emma to his home to save her. Will he make it?
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The frigid savage night wind whipped around Gideon as he shuffled quickly through the dark alleys of London. He kept the lifeless Emma clutched close to him as he wove through the streets. His hand brushed her arm. Her skin was growing deathly cold. He had no time to waste.
He shoved through the door of his town house, breathing in the warm air as he gently laid her on his bed. He dashed to his work bench, gathering the items he needed for the healing potion. He lit a candle then after tugging on a pair of thick, leather gloves, poured the allotted amounts of each substance into a jar. He warmed the glass with the candle until the contents turned into a thick green liquid. He poured the potion into a mug then returned to her side.
Carefully propping Emma’s fragile frame in his arms, Gideon pressed the rim of the cup to her lips, tipping it back until a bit of the liquid touched her tongue. He gave her a bit more. Then just a bit more. Suddenly her limp body came to life and she began to drink. He helped her finish the mug then laid her back down, tucking the comforter around her to keep her warm.
Gideon stoked the fire in the fireplace then slumped into a nearby chair to watch her sleep. Emma betrayed him. Then she confessed to Katarina that she loved him. He didn’t know whether he could put his trust in her. He reached behind him for the throw draped on his chair then wrapped it around himself. He studied her. She would be asleep for quite a while as her body freed itself of the poison. When she woke and was strong, he would get some answers from her. No matter what it took.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today’s word prompt is “lemon”. We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Emma was trapped in Gideon’s humidor. Will she die?
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Gideon watched through the crack in the door as Katarina and the two men descend the staircase. Once they disappeared he slipped through the doorway and silently approached the humming humidor. His heart raced in terror. Emma was inside. Dying. And he built this contraption to be indestructible.
Except for one sensitive spot. Gideon created each piece of the humidor by hand. He even blew the glass for the window. But as hard as he tried, the glass never came out strong enough to withstand a blow. There was always a weak spot.
He reached down to his boot and pulled free the pistol he kept there since he began walking Emma home. He quickly scanned the glass then aimed and fired. The glass shattered into thousands of shards. The humidor quickly died and the door popped open.
Gideon held his breath as he stepped inside, finding Emma slumped lifeless on the floor. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to fresh air. He searched for breath or a heartbeat. Both were weak. He cradled her safely in his arms before he snuck back into the servant’s staircase and descended to the main floor.
He scanned the corridors for signs of life. He pondered the situation. He needed to get home quickly. He could brew the remedy to the poison there. But carrying an unconscious woman through the streets of London would attract attention he could not afford.
His eyes fell on a lemon colored throw draped on the back of a chaise lounge in the library. He scuttled across the corridor then set Emma down on the chaise long enough to secure the blanket around her. Once she was bundled inside he gathered her in his arms and hurried through the servant’s quarters until he was outside. Holding Emma close he stole through the midnight black towards his home.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today’s word prompt is “hug”. We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Gideon found Sophia’s murder, but also found out she was unfaithful. Will he confront Emma? Let’s find out!!
The Hellwig mansion was deserted. Not a single soul fluttered about on one of Katarina’s whims. The way the shadows hugged the walls of the darkened rooms made the house seem haunted. Gideon shuddered as he sprinted up the grand staircase.
He stopped as he reached the final flight of steps leading to the library. Voices floated down to him. He slipped to the servant staircase and ascended silently. He spied out through the crack in the door.
Katarina paced the floor before the large spider web window. Emma was restrained in a bear hug by another of Katarina’s thugs. She could not move a limb. Gideon glanced to the humidor. The door was open and the interior glowed an eerie green. The poison had already been placed into the contraption.
“It seems my new toy needs to be tested,” Katarina proclaimed. She spun at Emma. “You have not been the good, faithful servant you promised to be, my dear.”
“I coerced Gideon to build the humidor. Those were your wishes.”
“Yes, but I had rules. Did I not?”
A slow, evil grin spread across Emma’s face. She tossed her long, blonde locks then winced as the henchman tightened his hold. “Kill me. I have nothing else to live for. But I must thank you, Katarina, for fulfilling your promise. You told me you would find a husband for me. You did. Unfortunately, I lost him before I could tell him how much I loved him. Your lies took care of that.”
Katarina swept across the scarlet carpet until her nose pressed against Emma’s. “I demanded that you not fall in love with him or he with you. Bed him if you must. But no love. Gideon Alexander belongs to me. I have worked a long time to possess the man. I had his wife’s lover murder her so I could have him. Then the man became a recluse. Now once my husband is dead he will be mine.”
“Gideon has a good, pure heart. He could never love a black hearted woman such as yourself.”
“Once his contraption implicates him for my husband’s murder I will be his only salvation from the hangman’s noose.”
“Gideon would hang before he would choose you.”
“You need not worry, my dear. You will not be alive to see it.” Katarina cocked her head towards the humidor. The thug shoved Emma inside the wood box. It suddenly came alive with a moan of gears. The green mist slowly thickened into a fog that snaked around Emma’s screaming body. The room was silenced as the door slammed closed on its own. The click of a lock was the only sound.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today we have a picture prompt – a mirror. We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Gideon discovered Emma’s betrayal. What will he do now? Let’s find out!!
Gideon stormed through the streets of London as his temper raged. When had he let Emma under his skin? He desired her, he fell in love with her. And the whole time she was leading him to murder.
When his anger subsided he found himself at the tavern door. Several stiff drinks would drive Emma from his mind. He opened the door, stepped inside and slumped onto a barstool. The barkeep scuttled off to get his liquor.
Gideon fixed his eyes on the mirror behind the bar as he waited. His gaze traced the graceful silver curls of the frame. His focus never wavered as he grasped the glass of absinthe and swallowed it.
That was when he saw it in the reflection of the glass. He spun to get a closer look. Behind him sat Katarina’s thugs. One held the silk red rose that Gideon made for Sophia. The bastard had killed his precious wife. He rose from his stool and settled at a nearby table to attack.
“Where did you get that?” the other ruffian inquired.
“Sophia gave it to me one morning when I rose from her bed. I was fascinated so she gave it to me. It is a shame I had to kill her. Katarina paid me handsomely to do so though.”
“And your son?”
“With my family in the country. That imbecile believed Toby was his. Sophia had to summon him to her to hide the fact I fathered the child. I shared her bed from the day he left to serve until the day I took her life.”
Gideon’s blood turned to ice. Sophia, his Sophia, was unfaithful? She said she loved him. The evidence in the man’s hand proved otherwise.
Instinct demanded the thug’s blood, demanded revenge. He slowly exhaled. No amount of alcohol would take away the betrayal of two women. He slammed his fist on the table and rose. He might not be able to get answers from Sophia. He would get them from Emma.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today’s word prompt is “nudge” and we are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Gideon and Emma had just finished the humidor. What will Katarina think? Let’s find out!!
The two men who struggled the humidor to Katarina’s library gave Gideon an ill feeling. He could not imagine a lady of her standing acquainting herself with such ruffians. He searched for Emma against the blazing sunset that burned through the spider web window. Her beautiful shadow was hidden in a corner. He chuckled to himself. Tonight her shadow would darken his bed also.
Katarina beamed as the men nudged the humidor into its final place. It looked regal and magnificent with its dark stained wood and red leather. Little did anyone but the occupants of this room know that it was a death trap.
“Show me how it works,” Katarina demanded.
Gideon strode to the door of the humidor and opened it. “When someone steps inside the door will seal itself closed. The chamber will become airtight. However, to hasten the death of the occupant along, a fog of this poison will release killing them in moments”. He held up a vial of green, iridescent liquid.
Katarina snatched it quickly from his hand and replaced it with a crimson velvet satchel. By the weight of it he surmised it was his pay. “Good work, Captain Alexander.”
“Thank you.” He nodded to the beauty in the corner. “Emma’s help has been invaluable.”
Katarina’s laugh was icy. “I agree. I could not have done this without Emma.”
“Done what?” he inquired.
“Persuade such an honest, good man as yourself to kill.”
Gideon’s face darkened. “Persuade me to kill?”
“Yes. She was sent to you every day with one command – to do whatever it took to convince you to obey my wishes. Even seduce you.”
Gideon’s glare snapped to Emma. She curled herself into the depths of the corner, hiding from his anger. His face twisted in fury.
“Thank you for your service, Captain Alexander,” Katarina purred. “You are dismissed.”
Gideon’s eyes shot from Katarina to Emma. Without a word he stormed down the staircase leaving them both behind.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today’s word prompt is “end” and we are back with our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, things were getting heated between Gideon and Emma. Did they give into their passion? Let’s find out!!
Gideon’s resolve nearly broke, the undeniable hunger of desire nearly consuming him. The fire was quickly extinguished when Emma whispered in his ear, “I want this. But Katarina demanded this morning to know when the humidor would be ready. Forgive me, love .”
Gideon drew a steadying breath then chuckled. “Yes. I suppose our play will need to wait. We have a project to finish.” His mouth grazed hers. He felt her gasp as she melted against him. “Fortunately, we are near the end. Another day of hard work and we will be done.”
Gideon slowly released her with an evil grin, watching as she forced air in and out of her lungs to calm herself. He tugged his shirt on over his head then picked up his hammer. He strode to the humidor to begin his task, watching intently as Emma scampered into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Gideon devoted every moment of the day to finishing the humidor, stopping only to take a nibble of food once in a while and a brief trip to the apothecary to get the needed items for the poison. Emma was by his side assisting through the day. Her help was invaluable. He looked up into her eyes, seeing the fire burning in the deep blue depths. The sooner the humidor was done the sooner they could turn their attention to each other. He was sure he was about to become a hermit again but not because he feared the world. Once he got this beauty in his bed he wasn’t about to leave. By the sultry smile that graced her lips he knew she felt the same.
Night fell as Gideon laid the last stroke of paint on his creation. He took Emma’s hand in his as they surveyed the final project. “I will walk you home,” he offered. He gazed down at her. “Unless you wish to sleep her tonight.”
She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I am exhausted. When I am with you I want to give you everything I am. Not tonight. Please walk me home.”
He smiled. “I understand. While you are there you can also let Katarina know it is finished. She can send her men to retrieve. I will present it to her tomorrow night. Then I will return here with you to celebrate.”
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today is a picture prompt and we are back to our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Gideon was struggling with his memories of Sophia and his feelings for Emma. Where will the struggle leave him?
With Emma in his home to assist, it was a small miracle Gideon accomplished as much as he did on the humidor. He watched her play with his mechanical, steam driven critters, the creatures scurrying over and around her finger. She is gentle he thought to himself with a smile.
After they cleared away the lunch dishes together, Gideon smiled to her. “I need to go to the library for a bit of research. Do you wish to accompany me?”
“Of course,” she crooned.
The stroll to the library was quick in the late autumn chill. Emma gasped and the majesty of the building. Dark wood shelves were covered with volumes of books. Expansive glass windows let the bright sunshine flood the room. Gideon chuckled as he took her hand and led her to the section he needed to search.
Once she had recovered from her awe, she cocked her head to him. “Gideon, your little creations are marvelous. Why did you make them?”
“To keep me company.” Gideon glanced inside a book, looking for the information he needed.
“But why not get a real pet?”
He looked at her for a long, silent moment. “My creatures can not die.” He set the book on the shelf and walked away as he noticed the mist fill her eyes. When he retreated a few aisles away, he slumped against the shelf and closed his eyes. He never meant to make his pain hers.
He was startled by soft, sensual lips pressed against his. He wrapped his arm around Emma and held her tight to him as he touched her cheek with his other hand. He wiped her tears away.
As the kiss broke he heard her whisper, “Oh, my poor, sweet Captain.” Gideon felt a fire ignite in him as he parted her lips with a devouring kiss of his own. For now, his research would have to wait.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today our word prompt is “meat” and we are back to our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Emma and Gideon had shared a passionate kiss. What will happen between them now?
Gideon startled awake as the soft morning sunlight flooded the room. He rubbed his eyes then slowly rose. The skeletal frame of the humidor greeted him begging to be completed. He sighed heavily then stood and tugged the trousers heaped on the floor onto his long powerful legs.
He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. Emma’s kiss still burned on his lips. His eyes studied the humidor. His heart was torn in two. Part of him believed he betrayed his beloved Sophia. He was about to get revenge on the bastard that took her from him. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t fill his thoughts. He still missed her as much as he did when he found her lifeless body on the floor of their cottage.
The other part of him wanted Emma. He ached to feel her curves melt against his body. He wanted to taste, to feel her surrender to him. She commanded his thoughts. She possessed his dreams. He did not want to only make love to her. She made him laugh for the first time since Sophia’s death. She was the first person in a long time he could trust. He felt empty without her. He waited anxiously every day for her to arrive.
Gideon’s head snapped around at the knock on the weathered wood door. He chuckled as he crossed the room and opened it. As if she could read his thoughts, sense his need, Emma was waiting with a basket in her hands. “I brought you things for your pantry.”
He shepherded her inside then took the basket from her. He pulled back the cloth to find a couple loaves of bread, a handful of potatoes, at least a dozen eggs, a bowl of salted meat and several pastries.
His lifted his head to say thanks. His parted lips met hers as she kissed him deeply. As the kiss broke she took the basket from him. “I will put this away and make us breakfast.”
Gideon watched her sashay into the kitchen as she whistled a merry tune. He groaned. It would be a long day keeping his attention to his work while resisting luring her to his bed.
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Happy Tuesday! It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales! Today our word prompt is “heart” and we are back to our untitled Steampunk romance. When we left last week, Emma and Gideon were getting to know each other over supper at the tavern. What will happen now? Let’s find out!
The supper at the tavern flew by quickly in Emma’s company. Even the fish and potatoes were delicious, or at least far better than the meager rations Gideon prepared for himself.
The moon glowed in a soft, pale light illuminating the frigid London street. Couples hurried to their destination to get out of the late autumn chill. Gideon took a moment to glance at his pocket watch. It would be a several block walk but he certainly wasn’t going to let Emma walk home alone, not at this late hour.
Their amiable conversation grew quiet as they hurried through the streets to the Hellwig mansion. Gideon was started from his thoughts as he felt Emma scuttle closer to him to steal from his warmth. He glanced down into her eyes, the light from the moon twinkling in the deep blue. His heart thundered in his chest as he felt his resolve slip away.
Gideon gently cupped her cheek in his hand as he drew her mouth to his. His lips parted hers, his tongue tracing her teeth before he deepened the kiss. He felt her wrap her small arms around his broad shoulders as she surrendered to him. He held her close as his mouth roamed hers. Her broke the kiss when he felt her shiver.
Gideon’s voice was rough. “We must get you home before you catch your death of cold.”
“Aye,” she sighed.
He firmly grasped her gloved in his then led her down the street. She clung to him, her grip tightening with every step they took. Their eyes never parted as she let him go and made her way to the mansion door. She stared at him for a long time before slipping inside.
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