The cutting room floor
I finished the revisions of Blood Winter. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your perspective, I cut a whole lot and added a whole lot. At least half of the book is new. There’s a whole other blog post to be written about that. For now, I wanted to post a scene that I loved and could not save. It just didn’t fit, along with many others. I hope you enjoy:
Alexander’s teeth clamped on the spoon and he felt the metal bend and perforate. Slowly he pulled it out of his mouth. “Yes,” he said. What did Oz know? What had she told him? Giselle did not actually like Alexander much either. She was willing to use him, mostly because she had no choice, but because she had won him from another witch, and because she could not control him the way she could Oz, she did not trust him.
“Get out of the way, you mountain of testosterone,” came Lise’s voice from behind Oz.
Alexander grinned as Oz staggered forward and then whipped around. Lise stood behind him, unfazed by the violence rippling through his body. She stood five foot nine with a delicate face and a slender body. Her burnished walnut hair fell about her shoulders in rich waves.
Not long ago, she had been turned into something resembling hamburger by a rising Fury. Alexander could not look at her now without the memory of her mangled form filling his mind. It put him more on edge. He should have protected her, not that he could have.
Logic did not matter. He should have done better.
She glared at the three men, her eyes brilliant blue. “Holy shit, how can you three breathe with all that male hormones flying around in here?” She waved a hand in front of her face to disperse invisible fumes.
Thor chuckled. “Don’t look at me. I don’t have a rooster in this fight.”
“Cock,” she corrected. “And I’ve not yet met a man who doesn’t have his in every fight,” she said. “Don’t feel bad that yours is just smaller than the other cocks on the playground,” she said with syrupy sweetness, patting his shoulder in mock sympathy.
Thor snorted and choked on his peanut butter.
Alexander grinned despite himself and Oz chuckled as Thor bent double, great coughs bellowing his ribs.
“Someday that mouth of yours is going to get you in real trouble,” Oz said to Lise, reaching out to take a power bar from the cupboard.
“What else is new?” she said. “Is someone going to give him mouth to mouth or something? Before he dies?”
“Not me,” Oz said, biting into the bar. “I’m not kissing him.”
“Nor I,” Alexander said, licking peanut butter off the spoon, forcing his tense muscles relax.
“Well don’t look at me,” she said, brushing imaginary lint off the front of her shirt. “I don’t kiss men. Women taste better, smell better, and they are soft in all the right places.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Oz said with a wolfish grin.
“Nor can I,” Alexander said, humor rising up through the shroud of worry that encased him.
Thor at last straightened, his voice raspy. “I wouldn’t want any of you kissing me anyhow. Specially Lise. She’d probably bite off my tongue.”
She patted his butt. “No probablies about it, Tex. Now, aren’t you two supposed to be getting into bed? Dawn is just about to break. If you fry inside the RV, we’ll never get it clean.”
“You’re concern for us is overwhelming,” Thor said, grabbing a jug of lemonade and sweeping up the rest of his food hoard into his arms.
“Somebody has to care,” Lise said with a pirate smile. “Where are we?”
Alexander explained. “Do try to hurry,” he added. Then as an afterthought, “but do not drive us into trouble.”
“Can’t have it both ways,” she said airily as she pulled a hunk of cheese out of the small refrigerator. She whipped out one of her knives and sliced off a piece, as she headed to the driver’s seat. “Either you want to go fast or you want to go safe. Which will it be?”
That was great! Too bad it was omitted from the book. 😥 Love the tension between these three!
So love these characters. Can’t wait til Blood Winter is out. Diana Pharoah Francis is an awesome author.
So sad! I love that bit. 🙂