Monday, August 15, 2016

Tuesday Tales in a World of Gray

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- gray.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- You're My Necessary.

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“Are you accusing me of something, Detective?”

“We are just talking here. I know these questions might piss you off, but they’re necessary. Is Ms. Spelling safe at your home, Mr. Goode?”

Andrew gritted his teeth, “What are you insinuating? Do you think my gray matter isn’t working?”

“It’s a necessary question. We might need to put a uniform outside your home…if that is where she plans to remain.”

“Yes, she will stay with me, she is safer there than anywhere and I will take care of her.”

“I certainly hope so. Is there a reason you didn’t bring her with you today? I could have asked her a few questions as well.”

“You didn’t specifically spell out you needed her here.”

“I can stop by later, it’s not a problem for me.”

“Did you or did you not find any of German’s prints on anything that has to do with Bea?”

“No, and we only found yours on that last delivery of pictures. I’m sure you can understand our interest.”

“Maybe he got smart and wore gloves the last delivery!” Andrew stood abruptly, and practically slung the chair he sat in across the room. “Detective, do those tests so you can conclusively determine that I’m not related to that degenerate Tom German. And, you figure out who those mysterious prints belong to. But, now, I need to get back home because I think whoever is stalking Bea isn’t finished. He’s just getting started.”

“Mr. Goode, I understand your anger. I appreciate you came down here. Please call me if anything new happens. Believe me, we are working on this as quickly as possible. I’ll be in touch very soon. Please have Ms. Spelling call me, we need to talk with her as soon as she’s available.”

“Anytime I ever heard anyone preface a statement with believe me, it didn’t go so well. But, yeah, I’ll let her know, she will call you right after I get home. I want this shit cleared up right now. In a roundabout way, you are accusing me of stalking my own girlfriend and that’s messed up.”

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Monday, August 1, 2016

Tuesday Tales On the Fly....

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- fly.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.

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“After you, Princess.” Andrew picked up his step to catch up with her.
Many travelers before them had cleared the trail of overgrowth. The well-worn route took them twisting through various colorful flowers and intimidating vines. “There aren’t any life-size Venus fly traps or any other man-eating plants out here, are there?” Bea looked all around her, inspecting their surroundings. She breathed in deeply, catching her breath from the hurried walk.
“We really aren’t in a race. You can slow down and enjoy this beautiful area,” Andrew teased, taking a sip of water from a bottle. He offered it over.
Bea took a long drink and rubbed sweat from her brow. “It’s hard for me to slow down sometimes. I always feel like I have one speed and that’s overdrive.”
Andrew handed her a small towel. “You can use this to wipe your face and neck. It’s the humidity making you feel hotter.”
“Thank you, you really may have thought of everything with that Inspector Gadget backpack.”
“Are you in overdrive all the time? Do you ever relax?” Breaking the ice with more questions, he studied her expression.
“This is relaxing to me, and I’m still breathing heavy. I don’t really ever totally mellow, I have too many things to do.” Bea pointed forward. “Time to push again.” She began walking. If he kept talking, it meant something like dating. She hated the whole getting to know you segments of early relationships. In the past, it meant wasted time when she and the latest guy figured out by date three any feelings were lukewarm at best. Why bother? Dating was another damn job, and that much work didn’t appeal to her.
“Your life sounds very busy, are you satisfied?”
“Satisfied? I don’t know…I’ve never thought about it. I have a successful career, a few great friends, and a successful career.”
“You said career twice.”
“I did that on purpose to see if you would lecture me. It was a test, so don’t fail miserably, Mr. Goode.”
“I won’t tell you what to do, but, it seems like you are really having a good time here, away from the work that appears to consume you. Are you having a good time?”
“Of course!” Bea spread her arms out and looked up to the sky. “This place is incredible. I’m having a wonderful time.” Real estate agents were absolutely correct when they talked about location, location, location. She was in the middle of paradise.
“Are you having a wonderful time with me?” Andrew stared at the ground in front of him, not meeting Bea’s eyes.
Oh, crap, really? He was going to go there? Either the insecurity was another tactic, or he really needed coddling. Dude, lighten up. Cramming her usual smart-ass remarks far away from her vocal cords, she said something completely opposite. “Sure, I’m having a great time with you. Any lass would enjoy your company.”
 
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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.

Enjoy!~


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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