Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Book Tour and Guest Post by Author LK Rigel
I'm so excited to welcome author LK Rigel to my blog. Not only does she have a flute her book, a character's name is Aubrey. How neat is that?
Take it away LK!
Aubrie, thank you so much for having me here at Flutey Words for the second day of the Give Me, A Fairy Tale blog tour. Here is the second scene of Piccadilly Woo, a story from the world of Give Me. You might notice that a flute plays a heroic part in this scene! (It’s only a coincidence that a character is named Aubrey …)
Piccadilly Woo – scene 2
Beverly might have heard Dan say something about taking her picture, but she really couldn’t be sure. The voices all around were running into each other. They blended into a chattering chorus like a cross of human voices and birdsong.
She wandered away from Cissa’s stall into the crowd, eager to see everything in the square. London itself had a personality, and it had welcomed her. She felt connected to every person and every thing in the universe. Even poor Lord Dumnos.
After all, what was his crime? The earl wanted to marry her and make her a countess. Her life would switch in an instant from overwhelmingly difficult to easy. She could do anything she wanted – and take better care of Marion. Did it matter that the earl was more than twice her age? That he’d told her he could never love her?
Yes, dammit. It mattered. It must be a crime against some natural law to marry knowing that you would never, could never love your wife.
There is more to marriage than love, he had said. There is duty. My duty to my estate and the people dependent on it for their living. Your duty to your sister.
He was right, as old-fashioned as it sounded. The earl knew she’d become guardian to her little sister two years ago when their parents were killed in a car crash. She’d had to leave university, and he’d given her a job at The Tragic Fall in the village.
She should be there now, getting ready for tonight’s pub crowd, but she’d had to get away from Dumnos completely to think. Now she was more confused. London was big, with the promise of endless possibilities. Marrying Lord Dumnos couldn’t be the only way.
The colors in the square were intense, even the grays and browns of the stone buildings and concrete sidewalks. Music filled the air. A beautiful flute solo came from near the fountain. The notes were like hot honey that spread over her skin and soaked into her with relaxing vibrations. As sudden rush of good feeling overtook her. She loved everyone in the world. She laughed out loud.
“Far out, baby.” A rather large hand gripped her shoulder, and she looked up into the sexiest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. They were light purple, the color of lilacs. The guy was dressed like an eighteenth century highwayman, down to the tri-corner hat and scraggly yellow hair, the color of straw. His open silk shirt exposed a sumptuous chest. He took in her costume, and his smile had a touch of mischief. “Or should I say groovy?”
An alarm went off in some part of Beverly’s brain. Something about this guy was off, dangerous. But the larger part of her mind, the part that was in love with the world, didn’t listen. She put her hand flat against his chest and answered, “Groovy.”
It was so funny. He was so funny. But what was this around his neck?
“Where are they selling these?” He had one of those necklaces woven of brown cords. This one was fancier than Cissa’s. It was a choker, but it extended down over his sternum in an elaborate macramé of beads and glass and small jewels. Garnets and emeralds and sapphires, if she weren’t mistaken.
As she reached toward the necklace, his expression took on a satisfaction that she didn’t like. She pulled her hand away and stepped backwards.
“My name is Aubrey. What’s yours?” He didn’t move. He kept smiling, holding her in his gaze. The crowd filled in between them, but she felt bound to him. This made no sense. He wasn’t a highwayman at all. A chill went through her, and she wondered if he was a wyrder.
But the wyrders had all been gone for hundreds of years.
Still, there was something other about him. Something magical. It took all her strength to break away from his gaze. She focused on the beautiful sounds of the flute. It was like a lifeline. She turned and moved on, to the fountain and the music.
Wow, what a great excerpt!!!
Now, here's where to buy Give me:
Barnes and Noble
Thanks for visiting today, LK!
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