TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "MOUSE"

 

Welcome! Today's word prompt is "mouse". We have more of Sam's story. Things might get a little steamy. When you've finished with my story, hop on over to the great stories by the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE. 

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Momentarily coming to his senses, Sam let go and leaned back. He stared hard at Violet. Her lovely face, kissed by silvery moonlight, was tilted up. She blinked, then her half-closed eyes met his. She cupped his cheek and flashed him a smoldering half smile. Sliding her hand up into his hair, she murmured.

“Sweet Sam, don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” he stammered.

“It’s just nature. Meant to be. You and me,” she said, sliding her palm down the side of his neck.

Heat grew rapidly in his body. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, hoping to let it out and cool down, but it didn’t happen.

Don’t lose control Caleb’s words echoed in his head.

A sudden swift movement caught Sam and Violet’s attention. She screamed and yanked her foot up and under her skirt.

“A mouse! A mouse!” Her eyes wide, her luscious lips trembled, and her body shook. She leaped into Sam’s lap and clung to his chest.

Sam saw the guilty party glance up for a second before scurrying away under the bushes. Sam wound his arms around her. Sobs emanated from her mouth as her body shook. She buried her face in his neck.

“It’s okay. It’s gone.”

“You must protect me,” she whispered.

“I will. I will. I’ll protect you forever,” he said.

She sat up straight, placing her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. With her breasts crushed against his chest, she lifted her mouth to accept his. Sam took her mouth with a savage desire he couldn’t stop.

“Sam, Sam, I love you,” she muttered.

His control broke, all thought left him except for the overwhelming will to satisfy both his desire and hers. Violet offered no resistance, but instead encouraged him. And he did what any man would in that situation.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "FAN"

 

Howdy doodle! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week we have more of Sam's story. When you've finished reading my snippet, hop on over to the other authors and read their great stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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The cool night air cleared the confusion from Sam’s brain. He’d been dead set on Becky Rhodes becoming his wife, but now here he was with lovely Violet Wilcox on his arm. And no chaperone anywhere to be seen.

“This way,” Violet said, leading Sam behind a large rhododendron bush. They were concealed from view of any of the townsfolk. Violet slowed down and brushed up against Sam. He felt parts of her he ought’n to be feeling.

Heat crept up his chest into his cheeks. He fanned his face for a moment. How could he be so hot when it was a cool autumn night?

“Sam,” Violet whispered. “Let’s sit for a spell.” She stopped by a large flat rock and plopped down, pulling him down next to her.

“Ain’t you cold?” he asked.

“Actually I am. Can you put your arm around me?” she replied.

He did as she asked and she snuggled up against him. Suddenly he understood all the instructions and cautions Caleb had given him. His mind understood, but he body rebelled. 

Violet stared at his mouth. The moonlight kissed her hair with silver. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful.

“Don’t you want to kiss me, Sam?” she whispered softly.

It was like she could read his mind. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he wanted to kiss Violet Wilcox. He grabbed her, pulling her up against him, and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was hungry, and demanding. And she complied.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PUSH"

 

Howdy do! I'm back. Personal and business lives have calmed down, so I am posting again here. And I'm back to Sam's story. The word prompt is "push". Do you think Martha will figure out what's going on with Abiel Lee, his daughter, Hope, and his granddaughter, Violet? Time will tell. 

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Before apple pie was served, Abiel begged off.

“I’m feeling a little tired. Time to leave, Hope. No need for you to rush off, Violet. Stay and enjoy that pie. It’s tempting. Sam, would you mind walking Violet home?”

“Be my honor, sir,” Sam said, casting a heated glance at Violet.

“Thank you. Excellent dinner, Martha, as always. Goodnight.” He tipped his hat, secured it firmly on his head, took his daughter’s arm and left the Inn.

Martha knit her brows. Seemed like Abiel had pushed Violet off on Sam – again. Suspicion rose in Martha’s mind. What was Abiel up to?

“Come, Sam. Your grandmother is cutting the pie,” Violet said, taking his arm and snuggling up close.

Martha served the confection while Lizzie refreshed everyone’s tea. Violet complimented the pie while Sam wolfed is piece down quickly. Seemed like he was anxious to walk Violet home. Martha frowned. It wasn’t good for a young man to be out after dark alone with a young lady. People would talk – especially the Bloodgood sisters.

 “Come on, Violet, before it gets too cold.” Sam said, offering his arm.

Violet finished her food, the stood, took his arm, and gracefully sashayed out of the Inn. She thanked Martha with a sly grin probably not intended to be viewed by the older woman. But nothing escaped the older woman’s eye.

“He’s up to something,” she muttered as she covered the pie and returned it to the kitchen. She didn’t know what that crafty old man had up his sleeve, but she resolved to herself to find out. She simply could not shake the feeling that Sam was walking into a lion’s den unprotected. But he was of age, so there’s nothing she could do about it.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PAINT"

 

welcome! This week, we are writing to the word prompt "paint." I have another episode of "Sam's Decision." Don't forget to hop on over and read the other entry today. You'll find it HERE. 

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Martha Chesney cast a shrewd glance at her grandson. She’d painted a lovely picture in her mind of his marrying Becky and living in town, maybe in back of the general store. She’d envisioned great-grandchildren nearby. But the way he’d looked at Violet shattered that dream. Obviously Sam had other ideas.

While she enjoyed a little flirting with Abiel Wilcox, she didn’t trust him. She wondered if he’d been behind this sudden flowering of an attraction between his granddaughter and her grandson.

While Martha didn’t know Violet, she had to admit to herself the girl was the most handsome in the town. A quick vision in her mind of their offspring confirmed they would have the most beautiful children in all of Fitch’s Eddy. Still, she’d always thought Becky would be his intended. She liked Becky and approved of Sam's choice.

Smiling to herself, Martha admitted that she was a mere mortal – who was she to predict who Sam would love and marry? The young man had a mind of his own. And right now she figured his sights were being reset to fall on the lovely Violet Wilcox.

That would make Abiel Wilcox kin. She’d have a hard time shakin’ him off if he kept up his attentions. Looks like Martha would have to create a different picture for herself, along with the one she envisioned for Sam.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "SKIN"

 

Welcome! This week our word prompt is "skin". We are still in "Sam's Decision." Don't forget to check out the other authors' stories. Find them HERE. 

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  “How mighty nice to see you again, Mrs. Chesney. You’re looking right fine,” he said.

An attractive blush stained her cheeks. “You clean up nice yourself, Sheriff,” she said. “This way.” Martha led the way to the dining room.

Abigail, Caleb, Lizzy, and Jem were already seated at a table near the kitchen. Sam poured cider for them and took his seat. Violet sashayed up to Sam and held out two peppermints.

“Do you like peppermint, Mr. Chesney,” she said, peeking out from under her long black lashes.

Sam turned so fast, he almost spilled the contents of the pitcher. His gaze traveled her length and color suffused his cheeks. “I sure do, Miss Wilcox. I sure do. Thank you,” he said as she placed the candies in his palm, then curled his fingers over the gift.

Abiel watched her spin her web around Sam Chesney. His granddaughter dripped charm – a quality he hadn’t paid much mind to before. He smiled to himself. Sam didn’t stand a chance against Violet’s powers of seduction.

Sam popped one in his mouth. “Did you make these yourself, Miss Wilcox?” he asked.

“I did, indeed.”

“Mighty fine,” Sam said. “Best I’ve ever et.”

“I made apple tarts, too, this afternoon. You’re most welcome to stop by after supper and sample one,” Violet made eye contact with Sam before lowering her gaze.

“Mighty obliged. Thank you.”

Hope shot a knowing look at her father, who gave a slight nod in return.

Martha narrowed her gaze. “Don’t dillydally, Sam. Get to pourin’. People are hungry and thirsty. We got to get this meal goin’.”

The Lee family took their seats. Sam finished filling the glasses and returned to his seat.

“Lizzy!” Martha called.

The young girl scurried into the kitchen. She carried out each bowl filled to the brim with steaming rabbit stew. When all were served, Lizzy brought out loaves of bread and sweet butter and set them on each table.

Sam shifted in his chair so he could see Violet. As he ate, he lifted his gaze from his fork to her face. He’d been told it wasn’t polite to stare, but outside of Becky, he’d never see such a beautiful girl. Candlelight reflect in the silky black of her hair. The graceful shape of her face, the gentle rosiness of her skin, along with the delicate blue of her eyes captivated him.

He rested his gaze on her slender neck and shoulders. Barely able to tear his eyes away from the gentle swell of her breasts showing above the lacy neckline of her frock, he blushed when his mother cleared her throat. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“It’s not polite to stare. Even at a girl as pretty as Violet.”

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "FLUSH"

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales, where authors write to word prompts. This week the word prompt is "flush". Any form of the word is acceptable. Today's segment is from my work-in-progress, "Sam's Decision," book 3 in the historical romance series, "The Catskills Saga." 

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Just before the Wilcox family reached the Inn. Hope put her hand on Violet’s arm. They stopped.

“You know what to do, right?” she asked her daughter.

Violet nodded.

“You sure?”

“Your future rests on this, young lady,” Abiel said, his lips pulled down into a frown.

“I know,” Violet said, her eyes flashing. “I gotta win him over.”

“If you’d have listened to me about that no-account Zeb…”

“I know Grandpa! I know!” Violet put her hands over her ears.  “He’s not a no-account.”

“Oh? Then where is he? Now that you’re in a fix, he’s gone. I’d like to fix his flint,” Abiel said fisting his right hand.

“Don’t let Sam Chesney know you got designs on him. Let him think you just cotton to him natural like,” Hope said.

“Okay! All right!” Violet's cheek flushed.

“Hush. They’ll hear you,” Hope said, fluffing out Violet’s skirt.

“She do look mighty pretty in that frock, Hope,” Abiel said.

“Purple is her best color. I don’t see how any young man in his right mind could resist such a pretty girl,” Hope gushed.

Abiel pursed his lips. At least she wasn’t showing yet. Sam would never know. The Sheriff tried to push thoughts about what he had asked his granddaughter to do out of his head. He wished there was another way, but he had to guard her honor and the honor of the Wilcox name.

Violet pulled out a small bag from her pocket. “I hope he likes peppermints,” she mumbled.

“Never met a man in his right mind who didn’t,” Abiel said, opening the door to the Inn.

The Wilcox family crossed the threshold.

“Well, well, how nice to see you folks,” Martha said, scurrying out from the kitchen and taking off her apron.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "ORANGE"

 

Howdy do! Welcome to Tuesday Tales where authors write stories to word prompts. This week we have a peek into Abiel Lee's plot to get Sam Chesney married to his daughter from "Sam's Decision". When you're done, hop on over and read the other stories by the wonderful TT authors. Find them HERE. 

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But first he needed to get Violet situated before people guessed about her condition. Returning from his walk to the Inn, he settled himself in his favorite chair as Hope prepared tea.

“Violet?” he called. “Come in here.”

“Yes, Grandpapa,” she said, scurrying into the room. She slid onto the seat next to him. “What is it?”

“It’s time we had a plan. Sam Chesney is looking for a wife. He plans to have his own farm. That would be perfect for you, dear. You could live there with him and no one would ever know that you were with child before you married him.”

“But Sam is sweet on Becky Rhodes.”

“I happen to know for a fact that she turned him down this morning.”

“She did?” Violet asked, her blue eyes growing wide. “Why’d she do that?”

Abiel cleared his throat. If he told his granddaughter why Becky said “no”, Violet would never agree to marry Sam. Although he didn’t want her to become a farmhand either, it beat becoming the town pariah, shunned by all.

“I don’t know,” he lied. “Maybe she’s not as sweet on Sam as you thought.”

Violet shrugged. “He’s sure a handsome one,” she said.

“You like him?” Abiel asked, raising his eyebrows. This was going to be like catching fish in a barrel.

“He’s always been polite to me. But he’s in love with Becky.”

“Not anymore. Now he’s all yours for the taking,” Abiel said. "As easy as plucking an orange from an orange tree."

Hope moved to her daughter’s side. “He’s right, dear. Sam Chesney would be a good choice for you. He’s hard-working, from what I hear.”

“But how can I get him to propose to me?” Violet asked.

“Hope  - advise the child, and fetch my pipe,” he said, then rose from his chair and headed for the door. “We’re dining at the Inn tonight. You can work your charm on Mr. Chesney then.”

With that comment, Abiel stuffed his pipe in his pocket and opened the door. Loathe to hear the conversation between the two women, he beat a hasty retreat to his garden.

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