Tuesday Tales and Do You Have the Heart?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. In honor of the upcoming Valentine's Day, our word prompt today is "heart" and I wonder if there has ever been a time that we've had a more popular word to write to.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "heart" as the prompt word.

Owen leaned back slightly and scowled. “You aren’t as dang tough as you pretend. And, even if you were…well.” Owen held up his hand and rubbed his thumb and pointer finger together.

Pearl narrowed her eyes and jammed her lips together. She sat for several seconds dying to ask, but remained torn between fake detachment and genuine curiosity.  The truth finally killed the cat. “What the hell is that supposed to be?”

“Oh, you don’t know? It’s the world’s smallest violin playing my heart bleeds for you.” A grin slowly spread as smooth as melted butter, even his eyes got involved.

“You’re an idiot…really certifiable.” Pearl pursed her lips together, vainly attempting to squelch her own beaming smile.

Owen’s face remained pleasant even if the smile faded. “All’s I’m saying is you aren’t the only one who had a rough time, maybe even still has a rough time. I empathize more than you can imagine. Probably more like something out of a hillbilly reality show gone wrong.”

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” Pearl whispered and drew her knees up to her chest.

“Won’t happen.” Owen reached out and placed his hand on one knee. “I’m made of something indestructible, or I wouldn’t be sitting here with you right now. Trust me on this.” Owen drained the last bit of water. “I’ll make you a deal, we hang out this afternoon and see how comfortable we are. With every hour we spend together, we tell each other one more thing from our closet of gnarly secrets.”

“Gnarly? That’s how you describe your skeletons?”

“Yes, gnarly.”

“Well, Owen, mine are beastly. My pride alone pushes me into this crazy closet-skeleton octagon match.  I’ll kick your gnarly ass six ways to Sunday with my trophy case of epic fails.”

“Pearl, I stopped a long time ago trying to one up any competition in the shit happens category.”

Pearl dipped her head to one side and stuck out her bottom lip. “Aww, an unimpressive resume of action?”

“No, I got tired of everyone running away from me scared.”

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