Monday Muse

Needed to exercise my brain to get it going this morning, so pulled out the word of the day. Which on Dictionary.com is Effervescent. This word makes me think of Champagne. and then my brain jumped to the 1920's. Maybe because my co-writer and i have it on our list of To Be Written ideas. So the very rough scene below and a little more is what resulted...who knows it might be part of a Work in Progress very soon...

He watched her on the balcony, her feet stepping in time with the notes of the Charleston wafting from the nightclub below. Her legs continued the exuberance of the song as they shifted beneath the shear layers of her dress.  He lingered, a bit too long, on her backside.  Enjoyed the way it wiggled beneath the black silk material.  Damn, she was a distraction. The man to her left, handing her a flute of Champagne, was his target.

 

She moved away from the railing. Her flushed face reflected her enjoyment of the music, made his mind go straight to how she’d look lying beneath him in bed. Especially as her breasts jiggled beneath the fabric and her long pearl necklace bounced between and over them as her dance continued. She lifted the glass to her lips, the effervescent bubbles made her nose twitch and her lips turn in a smile. She took her sip and giggled.

 “Isn’t my sister a beauty, Vincent?”  Gene Monti, the man he was supposed to be getting close to, cupped his sister’s chin.  

She pulled her head away and lowered her face, clearly embarrassed but not enough for her to keep her eyes lowered. Her gaze locked with his waiting for his reply.

He’d been so mesmerized by the woman he almost forgot to answer to his undercover name.  How to answer this was another problem.  He had to stay on the man’s good side “If you say so, Monti, who am I to argue” 

Monday Muse

When blocked I like to check out the word of the day...Today it was the adjective, Censorious. Which means harshly critical or expressing formal disapproval. Here is the paragraph that came from it:

 Kate caught the censorious look in his stare and her stomach flipped, her heart thundered in her ears. Her flesh heated as she averted her eyes and tried to focus on the man handing her a drink,instead of him. Why should any opinion of his matter? He’d made his choice years ago and she wasn't it. There was no need to want to please him or care if he disapproved of her choices...except, he was right.

Kissing a lady's hand

He took the hand she offered. Her cool fingers warmed in his hand. The small contact, not to his surprise, warmed his own blood. She’d caught his interest earlier that day when he witnessed her fiery exchange with the captain. Seeing her here, tonight, made the evening take on a whole new agenda. He smoothed his thumb over the skin he’d soon kiss. Her hand felt soft and delicate, and trembled slightly. Her small tremor skittered through his body. He inhaled her fragrance as he bowed and lowered his head. It awoke a need to taste her. This chaste greeting definitely heated his desire for something more intimate. She tensed in his grasp as his lips pressed to the back of her hand. His chest and other areas of his body clenched. She made a small sound as he exhaled and his breath warmed her flesh. He recognized a sound he wanted to hear again. He straightened. He noted the soft pink that tinted her neck and heated her cheeks. Her lips parted in surprise, or as he’d like to hope, anticipation, is where his next kiss would be. All of her reactions, along with his own, pleased him. The corners of his mouth twitched. He stopped it before the full smile formed. Yes, he had no problem kissing a lady’s hand, after all one had to start somewhere. From Civil War Americana WIP (unedited)