I'm not talking about the gossip in my stories, but the tea the heroine drinks.
I'm a huge tea drinker, and I have my heroines and sometimes the heroes drink tea in my stories.
The tea is just one small detail that I add.
Sometimes I have my heroines favor a certain type of tea. Sometimes it's whatever tea is available to them.
In my first book, Windswept Shores, I have the heroine who's stranded on a deserted island in the Bahamas, drinking a weak tea from the same tea bag since she has no way to get more.
In Empath's Ranch, the heroine in the last two stories (the first story is about her brother) drinks tea when her boyfriend takes her out. She might drink Coke, too. I'll have to read it again to be sure.
I had planned on a future story in the Chronicles of Arcon to have a heroine who misses coffee but can't find a good substitute for her favorite drink. And then, she impulsively buys an Arcon, because he smells strongly of her favorite beverage: Mocha cappuccino with whipped cream. And when she kisses him, she gets a hint of it, too. So you can see where this would lead to some interesting situations.
Unfortunately, I'm just not getting the sales for my series, so I'm going to wrap up the adventures of my Arcons heroes in a future novel.
In Weather Witch, the heroine drinks fortified water. A detail I ran into while doing research and added to my story.
In the three-book series, I'm currently working on the heroine again favors tea. She makes it herself since it's a cheap drink and she's trying to save money. She lives in Los Angeles and things are expensive there.
Here's an excerpt from my novel, Alien Rescuers, Chronicles of Arcon series. The heroine is drinking tea, but the Saber's meal is not what he expected at all.
Saber kept his back stiff, but with a drumbeat of adrenaline pulsing
through his veins. His hand twitched near where he’d normally carried a blaster
when he still lived on Arcon. Will I need to fight our way out of here?
“Don’t worry, we’re safe.” Mouse leaned back
in the seat, nodding to the music.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked. The
music consisted of a hard pounding beat with a slap and repetitive squeak. Not
unlike someone jumping on a noisy bed. Saber wasn’t sure why Mouse enjoyed it.
A waiter brought them their order and set a glass
of water and a plate with a single entree in front of Saber then placed a mug
in front of Mouse.
She removed her gloves and wrapped her hands
around the clear cup. “Oh, warm.”
Saber inspected his meal. “Is
it meat or a vegetable?”
“Yes,” the waiter
said before walking away.
What does that even mean?
Saber poked the shiny, congealed, orange mass with the two-pronged fork. A
ripple went through it.
“Huh, looks like
they gave you some melted cheese,” Mouse said.
He
peered closer at the food on his plate. The thing was covered in roundish bumps
which seemed to be quivering. That can’t
be normal. “My meal…it’s alive.”
Mouse tucked a strand of
his hair under the cap. She relaxed into her seat to sip her tea and stared over the rim at
him. “Your imagination is working overtime. Try to enjoy your food.”
Round, yellow eyes opened to stare at him. The
congealed substance started to propel itself along like a larva to the edge of
the plate.
“What the—?” The section with eyes reared up
to glare at him. Saber straightened with a grunt, gesturing to his food. “Does that
appear to be my imagination to you?”
When the orange thing twisted to glower at
her, she recoiled. “Shit. It’s alive.”
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