Thursday, August 11, 2016

Throwdown Thursday!

Hi Everyone!
Welcome to Throwdown Thursday!  If you're an author, share an excerpt fewer than 500 words from your book in the comments below.  Be sure to include the title and your buy link(s).  If you have a WIP, include the title and a link to you FB author page.
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Happy reading (and writing)!!


Here's mine: The Black Swans  - you can read more at https://books2read.com/u/mdKNDW

“It’s the magic that is dispensed with your art that counts, whether to one person or to many,” Conn replied thoughtfully. 
“Magic?” Taisie didn’t understand. 
“Aye, it’s the heart of the craft, the love and sweat that you put into it. If you think about the old tales, the magic comes from inside the person who creates it.” 
It was quiet then, neither of them speaking as they considered their conversation. After a while, Conn pulled out a pipe from the back pocket of his jeans where it seemed he always kept a flute or whistle. He put it to his lips and played and the tune sparkled, like the moonlight on the water. Taisie thought, “This is what magic feels like.” 
She pulled her legs up under her skirt and put her arms around her knees, hugging them close. Her skin felt hot and itchy as if her body would jump right out of it, and into the water, needing to cool off. Her gaze was fixed on Conn’s long, slender fingers, as they danced and flew on the small pipe and she sighed, wanting them to stroke her, play with her body. The song drew to a close and she took a slow breath. When she raised her head, her gaze locked with Conn’s and she trembled. She wanted more, she didn’t know how to ask, but Taisie knew that Conn was the only one who could give her what she needed. 
After a moment, he stood and held out his hand to help her to her feet. They slowly walked back up to the house, carrying their shoes, as the grass wound between their toes. At the back door, they stopped. 
“Thank you for an enjoyable evening,” Taisie said. 
Conn leaned forward and finally, his kiss found her lips. A spark flew between them, his mouth firm against her softer lips, and she melted towards him. Her arms reached up, but before she could clasp him to her, he stepped back. His hair had come loose over his face and Taisie could only see the gleam of his eyes in the dim light, almost feral against his pale skin. He was still holding her hand, his fingers tight against hers as he reached up with his other hand and touched her lips. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, yes, with your Gran, at the show,” he asked. “Please, please will you come?” 
“Yes, I’ll … we’ll be there,” Taisie promised. 
He nodded, then turned and disappeared around the house. Taisie looked out over the field, hugging her arms around her waist as the stars spun in the sky and she thought dreamily, “Yes, this is what enchantment feels like.”