Monday, July 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales on a Shingle

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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“Yes, the one someone dropped on my doorstep.” Curiosity squelched all Andrew’s natural male reactions. “It contained a kids menu from our restaurant and an unused condom. They used a rare stamp in the outside corner of the envelope.”

“I didn’t look very closely, but it looked like the same kind of stamp. He came back very quickly and guided me out of there. The entire time he was definitely checking out his desk in the direction of those stamps.”

“The police still have that letter.” The wheels spinning in Andrew’s mind practically became visible. “I still think the stamp came from my father’s collection. Several sheets of his stamps were missing when I inventoried his personal and business belongings.”

She nodded in agreement. “Yes, I knew you reported the theft to the authorities, but didn’t think they ever solved the crime. That’s not all, Andrew.” Tessa turned around and began unbuttoning her top with her back to Andrew. “Please look at me.”

“Tessa, wait, I can’t, you know that Bea and I…”

She slipped her button down shirt off her shoulders to reveal angry red lashings across her shoulder blades and back. “I’m not asking you to sleep with me. I’m asking you to protect me.”

“Tessa, what the hell? Tom did this to you?”

“He went wild tonight, I’d never seen him so out of control.” Tessa shook and pulled her top back up. “We have edge play, it takes me away from boredom and for once he actually looks at me, you know, as a woman of interest.”

“Tessa, you don’t have to live that way. You deserve better than that. A Dominant cares for his submissive, loves her.”

“Do I deserve you?” Fat tears dropped from her bloodshot eyes.
"No, we are better friends than lovers."


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Monday, July 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales and How Hard is it to Write?


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- write.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.

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Andrew gently took her hand. “We’ll go slow. I won’t pressure you. Thank you for trusting me.”  Kissing her hand, he quickly grabbed the other one, pulling both close to his lips. “Write this down in pen, not pencil- I’m going to win you over, I promise.”
Bea’s brain wrapped around the word trust. “Trust is a huge word, Andrew, it’s the biggest verb I work with.” The word trust also made her edgy. She preferred to learn some things about a person from demonstration, not from empty verbal promises.
He only smiled. “C’mon in, let me show you my humble abode.”
Bea admired the quality workmanship in his home, down to the fine details of crown molding, granite countertops, and high end flooring. The bachelor pad was impressive without being overwhelming or pretentious. Framed photographs with a proportionate display of older and
younger people provided a cozy, familial comfort. Shots of him covered in mud, hiking in the woods, fishing on a boat, and other random images captured his active lifestyle. However, it was one of him frosting a cake that made her giggle. “You’re a baker?”
“Only a couple of times. My god-niece talked me into it. She said since I build such tall buildings, anything else would be…a piece of cake.”
“Ah, she’s quick witted. Don’t you just love children?” The question tumbled out sounding wistful, with a distinct longing Bea didn’t intend.
“I absolutely adore them. I hope to have my own someday. I believe I could suitably corrupt a few young minds. What about you? Do you want kids?”
“Yes, if the fates align, I’d have kiddos. Right now, I play auntie to a couple of great older toddlers. They could probably talk me into just about anything.”
“Like me baking a cake?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Nodding, Bea kept moving away, keeping more than an arms’ length between the two of them. Still deciding if she should move in closer, Bea already knew if they kissed one more time, all resolve would be gone.
 “You have a beautiful home, Andrew.”
“You fit in perfectly.”
“You always have the sweetest things to say to me. How do you do it?”
“I don’t have to work at it, it’s no mystery. You’re everything I say you are, it’s that simple.” Andrew turned the stereo low, to a contemporary music station. “We can sit all night and just talk if that makes you comfortable.”
“I know we’re both adults and we’ve been very intimate. This just feels more real somehow, does that make sense?”
“Yes, you let me into your everyday life. I don’t take that lightly.” 
 
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Monday, June 13, 2016

Tuesday Tales and What's Candy?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- candy.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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“I’m not trying to be arm candy. I’m the real deal, more real than I want to be. I hurt, and no matter how I try not to let you hurt me, I can’t help it.” Conner took a sip of his beer, not even looking at me.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I just want to know one thing, Rachel. Do you even love me? Or, am I some kind of crutch to get you through the rough spots?”

“Rough spots, seriously? What the hell do you think I’m doing, playing with your heart on purpose?”

“I don’t know. The girl I grew up with took better care of other people’s feelings. You have a huge responsibility, probably just as big as my medical duties.”

“Oh, c’mon don’t compare us, I could never do what you do. You carry so much knowledge and proficiency, I’m sometimes dwarfed by your intelligence and humbled by your depth.”

“I admire you. Your teaching skills, the way you work with those kids, making them each feel important, I think it’s incredible.”

“Each of those little people matter in this big world. I want to make sure they know that.”

“Okay, will you ever make me feel like I matter in this big world?”

“You do matter in this world.”

“I don’t give a damn about the entire world, all that matters is you, and what I am to you.”
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Monday, June 6, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Using a Pencil

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- pencil This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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Bea’s lips parted and Andrew slid his tongue inside, gently searching for her oral G-spot. When she moaned, he knew he found it. She pressed more firmly against him and gripped the back of his shirt. A few from the club scene passed them on the sidewalk, issuing catcalls and shows of appreciation. Andrew spoke first. “Will you come home with me, Bea? I need you.”
“Wouldn’t we be jumping into this pretty fast?” Bea stayed pinned against him.
“I can tell you want this too, Bea. It’s not wrong.”
Bea hesitated for several seconds before answering. “I’ll follow you to your house. We can play it by ear from there. Deal?”
“Deal.” Andrew enthusiastically answered.
Bea followed him to his house, almost turning around at any number of opportunities. This is crazy, what am I doing? She remained closely on his bumper, afraid to lose sight of him. I can’t do this again, what if I’m wrong about Andrew?
Bea parked in the driveway behind Andrew’s truck. She got out, shaking her head. “I’m still not sure about this.”
Andrew gently took her hand. “We will go slow. I won’t pressure you. Thank you for trusting me.”  Kissing her hand, he quickly grabbed the other one, pulling both close to his lips. “Write this down in pen, not pencil- I’m going to win you over, I promise.”
Bea’s brain wrapped around the word trust. “Trust is a huge word, Andrew, it’s the biggest verb I work with.”
He only smiled. “C’mon in, let me show you my humble abode.”
Bea admired the quality workmanship in his home, down to the fine details of crown molding, granite countertops, and high end flooring. “You have a beautiful home, Andrew.”
“You fit in perfectly.”
“You always have the sweetest things to say to me. How do you do it?”
“I don’t have to work at it, Bea. It’s no mystery. You are everything I say you are, it’s that simple.” Andrew turned the stereo low, to a contemporary music station. “We can sit all night and just talk if that makes you comfortable.”
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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Purple Days

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- purple.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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“I’ll keep working on the house, and you’ll finish up all your rotations in Dallas.”
“Yes, keep working on your home…and I’ll join you there someday.” Twirling a few strands of hair around his finger, he twirled absentmindedly. “I don’t expect you to forget Garrett. I want Ryan to know as much about him as you can share. I want to blend into your life, not make you create an entire new one. We can’t tuck messy emotions into neat packages. We have no typical response to what we have experienced. You especially…yours wasn’t a typical loss. It’s so rare a young father to-be is taken from his family. Your grief was as individual as you are.”
He sounded like he was giving a speech, some type of seminar at a medical conference. Yet, he made the scientific sound so personal, so beloved and precious. “You’re a very smart man, Conner Murphy.”
“I’ve learned so much from you, from our relationship. All the loss and sorrow made me think deeper, connect more with the people I’m dealing with every day. Life experience is the best teacher sometimes. I couldn’t have learned any of this from a book.”
“I’m still learning to live with him…you know, Garrett. I mean how do I incorporate him into this new situation?” I got louder, I couldn’t help myself.  It was like I was a preacher or something. “The one we believe we lost is actually just as present as ever, only in a different way. I won’t ever take Garrett for granted again, I wouldn’t dare. It’s a damn shame I learned about that so late, taking someone for granted.”
“Living in his shadow might be a challenge sometimes, I understand that.”
“I don’t mean you have to live in his shadow, but, you’re darn sure gonna respect his presence, his place in our lives.” I grabbed both of Conner’s hands. He had to understand what I meant- it was important to me…actually, it was necessary. “It isn’t a race or a contest, it’s honoring his memory in everything I do.” I let go of his hands and began to speak with my own, large abbreviated circles trying to give my words more depth.  “I take everything he taught me and live by the goodness of his intentions. It’s the only way I know how to explain to Ryan who Garrett really was. It’s a lousy substitute for the actual, living breathing Garrett. That’s where you have to embody the representation. Ryan needs the side by side example of what his father would’ve wanted.” If any of this scared Conner away, he wasn’t going to be the right person taking such a hefty position in our lives.
“I accept the challenge…no, actually, it isn’t a challenge. I accept the responsibility. I want to complete your lives in a way no one else can. You deserve purple. It’s the color of champions and royalty. You’ve been through so much.”
Big talk sounded good, but, could Conner really live up to his word?
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Monday, May 9, 2016

Tuesday Tales and Giving Hugs

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- hug This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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Conner showed up after supper time Friday evening. I’d put aside a plate for him, tucking it into the microwave. He didn’t get many home cooked meals while he was working. These clinical rotations really took every minute of his time. I heard his car and practically skipped to the front door, holding it open as a welcoming, not just letting him in.

“How are you?” He hugged me tightly with both arms.

“I’m great, been a good day. Are you terribly tired?”

“Nah, I’m okay. I actually got some sleep last night. What about you?” He looked beyond me into the house. “Did the little guy let you get some rest?”

“Absolutely.” Cuddling with Ryan was better than a teddy bear and melatonin combined. However, an image of me and Conner cuddled together gave me a peaceful feeling as well. Suddenly flustered, I gave him a little push inside, away from my wandering mind. “I’ve got you some food, we saved you a little bit of supper anyway.”

Mom walked in, smiling and holding her arms open. “Hey, Dr. Conner, how are you?”

“I’m awesome, Mrs. Blanton.” He pulled her into a bear hug.

“Would you stop calling me Mrs. Blanton? I’m Martha. Where did all this formality come from?”

“Okay, Martha. I guess it comes from being in the city too long.”

“Rachel saved you a big plate, I made sure to cook extra. She said you were coming.”

He eyed me, giving me a grin. “Oh, she did?”

“Yes, she did. I think she told me on purpose, to make sure I cooked enough for you. How is your momma?”

“She’s fine. I’ll see her this weekend. That’s where I’m staying tonight.”

Hmm, he wasn’t going to sleep here? What was I thinking? We weren’t having a slumber party.

“Oh, pushaw, you can stay here. I’ll make up the couch in the den. It’s too late and I’m sure you’re tired. Rachel wants to fill you in on her plans for the orchard. You and I both know she’ll talk your ear off when she has an idea. You might not get to sleep until midnight.”

Thanks for embarrassing me, mom.

“I know she’s a chatterbox. That’s not much new.” Pushing me lightly on the shoulder, he played with the conversation my mother started. They felt so comfortable, both knowing me equally well- in different ways of course.

“Okay, you two, I’m right here. You can shut up now.” They resembled an alliance, working toward a common goal. I wasn’t in the know they shared.
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Monday, April 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales and a Little Pill

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- pill This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

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Strolling into the kitchen, I wondered if she had a guilty conscience. “What’s up?”
Not missing a beat, she continued chopping vegetables, throwing a question back at me. “Did you have a nice visit with Violet?”
“More than just nice, it was enlightening. She was so forthcoming about how you called Conner to come see me after I got home. Really? Why did you do that? What made you do such a thing?”
That made her stop chopping. “I was worried about you. I knew he was a huge support to you in the hospital. Why do you think I didn’t visit much?” Mom was the one giving me up, telling on me. She’d contacted Conner, trying to help me with life…Garrett…loss. I should’ve known it was her.
“Because you didn’t want to make that long drive all the time?”
“Oh, good grief, I didn’t care about that drive! I knew he was there and you seemed more settled and calm after a few weeks of his company.”
“He was medical staff, Mom. He wasn’t meet your hospital match dot com.”
“Stop being such a pill. I wasn’t being inappropriate, Rachel. Your relationship with Conner is based upon friendship, a tried and true friendship. He seemed to be getting through where I couldn’t. I left it alone.”
“I wasn’t blocking you out. Did I make you think such a thing?” Even as the words left my mouth, I remembered how I treated her. I didn’t want to talk with her. I griped at her when she was only trying to keep me and Ryan healthy. I was rude.
“I wanted you to try to find your new normal. Like it or not, your life permanently changed in seconds. I knew that nothing would be the same, and I also knew it was forever going to be that way. I mourned for Garrett, but, I was also very protective of you and your feelings and how you were going to make it through life. I couldn’t bear to see you deal with the loss of Garrett and the home you worked so hard to build.”
“In many ways, I’m happy the house was completely destroyed and couldn’t be rebuilt. I’m not sure I could handle living every day without Garrett in the home we built together. We had too many memories.” The same storm that took my husband was the aftermath forcing me to start over. I needed a “new normal” to help me move on.

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