Saturday, November 30, 2013

New YA Release by Allee Mae - Finding Love and Bigfoot





Outside in a tent in the middle of Bigfoot territory has Kalista and Leandra more than a little frightened. Determined to demonstrate bravery, the best friends rely on Caleb and Owen, self-renowned adventurers, to protect them. 
Hiking the secluded ridges, the girls meet fellow expedition partners that hire the Critter Getters, Caleb and Owen, during guided Bigfoot excursions. Exploring day and night, they eventually come face to face with one of their deepest fears. 
This tightknit group tentatively treads the scary world of the mythical, all the while learning more about each other, forging deepened friendships. Caleb and Kalista feel the twinges of first love, while Owen shares a surprising, devastating loss with everyone. Leandra remains the comic relief with unexpected quips in times of stress. During their journeys and talks, the quartet becomes closer and realizes their realities may actually be scarier than any Sasquatch could ever be.




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Excerpt:
Quiet once again encompassed his secluded world. Several minutes went by, convincing Bigfoot the juvenile, nor the hassling female Bigfoot, would come searching for him. At least not yet.
Curling onto the leaves, he cuddled unfamiliarity—what he did not know was a glove. He fell asleep under the hazy autumn sun—his human’s face floating in and out of his consciousness.
* * * *
The girls arrived on a Friday afternoon, a day earlier than the scheduled group of all men campers for the Saturday night excursion. Pulling into their customary parking spot next to Caleb and Owen’s day to day vehicles, Kalista hesitated before turning off the car engine. She turned up the heater, pointed the vent toward her face and explained to Leandra, “Just trying to get one last burst of heat before I step out into this outdoor refrigerator.” The deceptively sunny day held a strong chill in the air.
“It’s going to be downright frosty in the camp tent tonight, that’s for sure. But, I’m not going to cuddle too closely to you that would be too weird.” Leandra raised an eyebrow in Kalista’s direction.
“You’re so mean, so-called best friend. You wouldn’t keep me warm?” Kalista turned off the ignition, pleasant sarcasm dripping from her words.
“Sorry, Kal, we are tough Okies now. Better learn to suck it up.” Leandra opened her car door and almost bounced from the car.
Standing next to the car, Leandra called toward the guys, zipping her coat shut and adjusting her fleece hat. “Brr, who ordered this air conditioning in November?”
“It was not me, although this is perfect deer hunting weather,” Owen called from behind the hay trailer.
“I think I’ll leave the shotguns to you guys.”
“I’ve got my thermals, two pair in fact. Don’t ya’ll Okies call these long johns?” Kalista held up two packages containing light, thin base clothing to wear under her jeans and turtleneck shirt.
“I suppose we do, but then, it makes me think of donuts and I get hungry.” Caleb sheepishly grinned, laughing at his own joke.
“Long Johns are donuts, Kal. Now, I want one.” Leandra finished getting her bag out of the backseat of the car, licking her lips in the process. “Mmm, good stuff.”
“I’ll make you some cowboy donuts when we get up to the campsite. Those are almost as good. Sprinkle on some powdered sugar and they are good eatin’.” Owen chivalrously took Leandra’s bag and loaded into the back of the truck.
“I’ll take your word for it, Owen. After all this time, you haven’t steered us wrong yet.” Kalista handed her bag to his outstretched hand before giving him a tight hug. “It’s good to be here again.”
“It’s great to see you too.” Caleb stepped forward for his own hug from Kalista, although they lingered slightly longer than her embrace with Owen.
Reluctantly pulling away from Caleb, Kalista wrinkled her forehead and briefly pursed her lips. “Hey, by the way, I lost one of my ski gloves the last time we came up here. I guess it fell out of my pack. Did either of you find one?”
“No, can’t say we did, but we can take the same trails, maybe we will locate it. Haven’t had much rain or wind storms since your last trip, so unless some animal took off with it, we might have some luck.” Owen rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Maybe it was Bigfoot? He just took off with my glove as a human souvenir.” Kalista laughed, shaking her head.
“Would you blame him? He probably needed it. It’s been getting mighty cold at night.” Caleb impulsively reached out to take Kalista’s hand. “Besides, who wouldn’t want a token souvenir from a pretty girl?”
“Young love…isn’t that the sweetest thing, Owen?” Leandra fluttered her eyelashes toward the hesitant couple.

Owen tilted his head looking at Caleb and Kalista still holding hands. “Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. But, that’s enough of this mushy stuff. It’s time to get to the campsite.”

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Tuesday Tales - Don't Confuse the Lube with Ointment!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "long". Please see how I use "long" in my new WIP erotic romance, Sexy Bea Spelling. Our heroine, Bea, uses a week to lose her inhibitions, but, did she lose her heart as well?




“We had the lights off because the toddlers fell asleep on our bed. I wanted my Tammy time before I moved them.” Craig’s face turned bright red. “I don’t think I can finish this story, my buzz wore off.”
Tammy shook her head. “Craig told me something didn’t seem right, but, I said the lube was fine, just squirt out a handful and let’s go. At that point, the babies were getting restless, we didn’t have much time.” Tammy shook her head. “This sounds like some kind of Mission Impossible thing.”
Craig temporarily forgot his embarrassment. “With kids, intimacy is a Mission Impossible thing, Bea, trust us.”
“Craig put a large dollop in the center of my girl parts and proceeded to, you know, enter me.” Tammy put both hands across her face and muffled through her palms. “It was like some sticky turbo gunk suctioned him into me, literally stuck in me, Bea. But, he kept going…”
“I didn’t notice at first, I was too excited.” Craig shrugged his shoulders.
“I grabbed the baby’s diaper rash ointment, Bea, it was not the KY jelly.  It was horrible! There was not enough Massengill in the bathroom to correct the situation in my nether regions.” Tammy shook her head.
“It was the husband, in the bedroom, with the Desitin.” Craig pronounced in an exaggerated British accent, as if announcing the winner in a game of Clue.
Bea choked on a Cheerio laughing. “Oh my God, you two are damn funny! This is going to be so hard not to bring this up in the future, you realize this, right?”
Tammy threw a few Cheerios in Bea’s direction. “Hey, hey, I thought you were my friend? You brat. Well, just remember, I have some dirt on you too, missy.”
“I know, only teasing Tammy. I love you guys too much to throw you under the bus. But, I gotta know, how long did it take to clear all that ointment out of your stuff?”
Tammy’s lips pursed and her eyes focused, deep in thought. “I guess it didn’t really take that long, but, I’ll never forget it. Never again will I keep the diaper supplies in our room.” Tammy held up three fingers in the gesture of a solemn promise.
 “Craig, you two should take a stand-up routine on the road. People would pay good money to hear your adventures.”
“Oh, yea, Bea, our life is reality show worthy, not.”
“You never know, Craig, you just never know.” Bea ticked her tongue and nodded her head before looking toward Tammy. “All this excitement tonight is making me hungry, Tammy, how’s supper coming? I’m starving.”

“Sometimes, with you and Craig, it’s like having two husbands.” Tammy giggled before finishing the preparations on the evening meal. “Forks up, cause it’s finally ready.”

"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our word prompt "long". 

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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Saturday Sippers Getting Ready for Thanksgiving!


Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
It’s almost Thanksgiving, my favorite day of the year. Nothing beats my Grandma Helen’s dressing, celery casserole, and of course the turkey. But, most of all, it’s spending time with my friends and family beside a bonfire sharing laughs and love. The kiddos get hot chocolate, but, the adults can have:
HOT CHOCOLATE MARTINI!
Ingredients
  • 3 ounces hot cocoa
  • 1 ounce dark Crème de Cacao
  • Splash Irish Cream liqueur
  • 1 ounce chocolate vodka
Combine all ingredients in a shaker, pour into a martini glass and serve.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Flasher Fiction Friday - What Evil is Behind These Eyes?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!



Pearl envisioned the group of bullies getting closer before she heard their hideous voices yelling threats of torment and maniacal laughter. The Lord of the Flies mentality permeated the group of reckless kids and today, their intensity scared her. Pearl thought how their eyes seemed evil, almost inhuman, especially the leader- the iris wasn’t even a normal color.  She focused on the sticky mud at the bottom of the river and imagined her rescuer. Pearl deepened her breathing, almost to a yogic state and forced almost every ounce of breath from her lungs, and her well timed nervous system calmed her. 

For more on this unique photo prompt, please visit these other writers for their contributions. Some blogs may contain adult material, visit at your delightful discretion. 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Just Out of My Grasp - Facet Injections and Disc Problems

nah, this isn't surgery, it's just my lower back tattoo of a snowflake, my first tat!
11/21/2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.
Hugs for today …
Degenerative Disc Disease
I’ve had chronic back pain and problems for several years. In fact, former orthopedic doctors and even my physical therapists said my chronic shin splints and foot problems could be related to my back issues.
However, I also have osteopenia, which is the beginning stage of osteoporosis. I also have arthritis. Both osteoporosis and arthritis run heavily through my family line. I suppose it could be a combination of things, but, when all considered together with the lupus, it creates a more aggressive health situation.
My rheumatologist referred me to a pain doctor, and he recommended facet injections. I’ve not had back injections before, although I had two cortisone injections in my knee. (scary looking but worked like a charm). Unsure about someone sticking a needle in my spine, I sought a second opinion from a spine surgeon.
Good news is he recommended the injections and knew who this pain doctor was and highly recommended him for treatment. Bad news is the specialist is not that hopeful the injections will help. It could be too far gone and the next step is surgery.
Have any of you experienced degeneration in areas of your body possibly secondary to the base chronic illness? What type of treatment did you seek and did it work?
It’s tiring going from doctor to doctor, but, if it means I’ll feel good and put more miles on this body, then, I’m willing to do it.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Saturday Sippers and Happy Birthday Baby Brother Samuel!

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Today November 16 is my baby brother’s birthday. He really is 29, egad, that makes me old. Last year I gave him a girlfriend that won't talk back, this year, he is special guest in my blog. (both are probably about the same excitement. LOL) In honor of Samuel Wylder, I present to you a renamed drink:
The Hot Sammy!
Ingredients
  • 1 ounce apple cider
  • 1 t lemon juice
  • 2 ounces bourbon
  • Honey to taste
Begin with a steaming mug of hot water. Add all ingredients. Drink a few and it’s guaranteed to cure your sore throat or whatever else ails you.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Just Out of My Grasp- RAWR – BDSM and Chronic Illness…Really? Yea, Really

10/31/2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.
Hugs for today …
RAWR – BDSM and Chronic Illness…Really? Yea, Really

There comes a time in most everyone’s life they evaluate their level of excitement, rating their existence on a scale from benign to buck-wild. For myself, I have several good stories that could make me blush, but, I’m proud to own them. Most of the good stuff happened after I turned 30, so, it wasn’t youthful reckless abandon. It was all out I’m an adult woman and I want to live, really LIVE.
I discovered a masochistic side to my nature, it was almost alarming at first, but, I quickly settled into its’ comfort like my favorite flip-flops. I spent a few years investigating my limits, both pushing them and learning from them. Then, just as quickly as I explored this lifestyle, I let it go, re-living the most enjoyable times only in daydreams.
I took up running, eventually biking, then triathlons- as many of you already know. It was a love hate relationship. It was then something occurred to me that I cherished the pain of athletics, it gave me the same sub-space high of a productive s/M session. When I had injuries – the chronic shin splints and lower back problems, I began the joy of physical therapy. Joy of Physical Therapy? Oh, yea, I dug it, the harder the better, sometimes I even had the lovely bruises to show for it and I wore them like a trophy. I had not stopped being a masochist, I simply changed the way I experienced the pain.
When I started getting sick, I fought desperately for answers as to why my body kept failing me. I cried when I thought of crossing a triathlon finish line and wondered if I’ll ever do that again. My sister consoled me by reminding me that I did do it, I finished a few of them…I already owned it. But, even then, I never performed quite as good as I’d hoped, thinking I had much more time to train and get better.
However, now, the socially acceptable way I achieved the euphoria of sub-space was stolen from me and I grieved.
Another revelation hit me like a cat o nine tails, could sufferers of chronic illness derive relief from s/M? It’s quite plausible, in as much as Vicodin doesn’t really take away the pain, it just makes the patient happier to tolerate it. Could a good lashing numb the headache, neuropathy, brain fog, or joint pain? I’m not sure, but, I fully believe more research is in order. Just how to go about it, I’m not sure, but, I’ll figure something out.
Stay tuned…

Lupus Foundation of America

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Saturday Sippers and Tommyknockers Brewery

Photo taken by me last summer
Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I highlight a new beverage, but, this week, I pay tribute to my favorite microbrewery in Idaho Springs, CO, Tommyknockers . With almost 20 signature beers, and seasonal specialty brews, this premium brewpub boasts some of the best tasting beer in the country, and they have the awards to prove it.
One of my favorites is a new addition, the Pine Bough Ale, as quoted from the Tommyknockers site:



“Session-able pale ale with a hint of mountain pine. Copper in color, medium in body and malty sweetness with a high drinkability factor. The flavors and aroma sway between fruity and citrus with up front American hops and a hint of herbal mountain pine.
Spruce pine needles handpicked from the Loveland Ski Area.
This special beer is inspired by and made to commemorate Loveland Ski Areas 75th Anniversary.
Only available on draft at Loveland Ski Area and Tommyknocker’s Pub.”

But, my favorite winter brew is the Cocoa Porter Seasonal Ale:



Not only do they have amazing beer, but, they have sodas for the under 21 crowd and those who prefer something non-alcoholic. Root Beer, Almond Cream, Strawberry Cream, and Orange Cream are some of my kids’ favorites.
The food is amazing, the views inspiring, the atmosphere jovial, and the beer is primo. Wow, this really has me thinking, it’s time for a visit. Good thing I happen to fly in today from Texas. I think it’s Tommyknockers for lunch. J
Tommyknocker Brewery & Pub P.O. Box 3188
1401 Miner Street Idaho Springs, CO 80452 Phone: (303) 567-4419

Friday, November 8, 2013

Saluting our Soldiers-Wounded Warriors Blog Hop



Time for your chance to WIN and help a GREAT cause! 





My grandpa, Marine Lt. Col. Donald D Fereday died on Independence Day, July 4, 2003, forever haunted by the scenes he encountered while serving in Korea. Many of our men and women who serve become physically and mentally wounded everyday protecting our freedoms. 
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers. By now, you know I enjoy creating fictional worlds readers will identify with. Although I hope readers escape with my words, I also entwine helpful storylines that might help make a difference. However, sometimes events and issues in our realm are not always comfortable subjects-I tackle them in some manner anyway.

Today's blog is part of a special blog hop to raise money for the Wounded Warriors project. At minimum, the group of writers involved in this opportunity will raise $600 for their organization. If you would like to see how more you can help, please click this link Wounded Warriors. I will donate at least $30 for participating in this hop.  Please leave your email address and name within the comment so I may count you as a visitor.   I will draw two names from all comments posted containing name and email address and those winners will receive an eBook of my latest release, Lovedust and Trailblazers. Please keep reading for the link back to the main blog for more chances to win.
In my release, Lovedust and Trailblazers, I chronicle the romantic journey of “Josiah” and “Minnie”. Fictional Josiah is a tough, soft-spoken, military veteran rancher. Fictional Minnie is a spunky, intelligent, trailblazing female veterinarian. Josiah’s return from the Korean Conflict did not occur as smoothly as he had hoped, dealing with the trauma and horrors he experienced during his tour. Minnie attempts to fit in as one of the first female vets of the 1950’s.  Finding each other, they learn how to trust, forge ahead, and share intimacies. Yes, this book contains some explosive love scenes, but, these two deserve it. J
Although not an overwhelming theme in this book, I touch on what we now know as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD. Prevalent from many different causes, situations, and ages in life- combat and the experiences of military duties are very common cathartic events to invoke PTSD.  My fictional hero, Josiah, developed PTSD, however, back in the 1950’s, it really was not a clinical diagnosis. The term PTSD itself was not coined until the 1970’s, long after the Korean Conflict ended. Real-life soldiers might have been called, rather undiplomatically,“shell-shocked”. 
 “Josiah” returned home without understanding, and an overwhelming sadness and anxiety he felt he had to cope with completely on his own. I could write the ending for Josiah that I wanted to happen, but, not the reality so many men and women live with every day.
How does this apply to our lives today in the real world?
Without further ado, please graciously allow me to introduce this snippet from this close to my heart project, Lovedust and Trailblazers:
“Josiah walked away on shaky legs. Other than a few of the pin-up posters he had seen in the military, he never paid that much attention to women. Living on a remote Oklahoma ranch, not too many girls crossed his path. Of course, he went to school with some girls, but no one he really wanted to settle down with. 
When he went to Korea, it really put thoughts of a girlfriend or marriage out of his mind. That afternoon reminded Josiah just how lonely life on a ranch could be. Minnie’s beauty and spunk inspired him to feel like a man and not shy away from the intensity the female gender triggered in most men.
“Well, Zeke, what do you think about our neighbor?”
“Josiah, I’ve never met a woman that confused me more in my cotton pickin’ life. What in the world do you do with a pet cow?”
“Zeke…brother…we see our farm animals as things, not living creatures. She sees it the other way around. Do you understand that?”
“Honestly, I see them as how we make a livin’. They’re dumb as dirt and good for human consumption. That’s about it. You know, raisin’ rodeo stock is not exactly a tender way to treat animals. What about those rough-housin’ inmates at the prison in McAlester? During the prison rodeo they tend to want to let out a few aggressions during the events. “
“She sees life in a different way, she is a veterinarian. She probably cares more about animals than people. By the way, just because we raise livestock for the rodeo circuit, doesn’t mean we don’t care about how they’re treated. From what I understand these high profile rodeos might start having a vet oversee the show, including the prison rodeo. That’ll help the bad reputation rodeos have for mistreating the stock.” Returning his thought process to Minnie, his eyes shifted dreamily. “Wow, Zeke, she is the only woman vet I know. That’s something, I tell you.”
Suddenly, Zeke had a rare epiphany. “Aww shucks, Josiah, you like this girl!”
“Maybe I do, Zeke, what of it?” Josiah almost became defensive, but was too happy.
“Nothing, brother, I won’t say another word.” Zeke grinned from ear to ear.”

Please visit the main blog at Secret Cravings Publishing Wounded Warrior Hop for more chances to win and other good stuff! Happy Thanksgiving and thank you ever so much for your support.


Flasher Fiction Friday - Is That a Pineapple in Your Pocket?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!

Gripping the ice-filled tumbler, Bea placed the cool glass against her belly. Her mind swirling from the effects of an earlier couple of mai-tai drinks, the mojito launched her into a full-on alcohol buzz. The man smiled broadly in her direction, while the woman whispered something in his ear.
He slid off the underwater bar stool and swam in Bea’s direction. Reaching the pool ladder, his muscled torso tensely rippled from using his abdominals to hoist himself up out of the water. Dripping across the concrete, he exuded confidence and heady sexuality with his swagger. “How'd you like your drink?” 

Please visit these each of us as we put 100 words on this delicious photo:

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Just Out of My Grasp - The Other "F" Word - FLARE

11/07/2013
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I found out on June 19, 2013 the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.
Hugs for today …
Ugh, drank 4 beers on a Saturday night over the course of several hours. I know better than that, but, was having such a fun time with friends and family. The axe returned fiercely between my eyes about 11:30pm. It didn’t leave until sometime the next afternoon. But, the lupus flare party didn’t stop there.
Imagine someone tying a cord around your neck and squeezing just enough to allow you to barely breathe, your head feels like blood is rushing to it, then it’s cut off- like holding a headstand too long. I remain on the verge of passing out. I cannot hold my balance for long, I cannot always form a complete thought and I’ve lost focus for anything requiring much introspection. I lie in bed afraid I won’t wake up when I finally do fall asleep, which doesn’t come very soon and isn’t restful when it does. I’m plagued by crazy dreams, interfering with much needed repose. I have moments where I feel like I will stop breathing and my heart will stop and I must will my organs to keep pumping, as if I’m slowly fading away.
Each arm and each leg feels like someone tied tight cords around them where connected to my torso and they feel swollen and constricted as they reach toward my hands and feet. It hurts to bend and and feels like my limbs will split open if I do curve. My skin feels like someone took sandpaper to every inch and scraped just enough prickle and sting and then random needle stick sensations plague every inch in haphazard pokes.
Exaggeration? No, it isn’t. This is how SLE affects my central nervous system. Today I’m in day two of a flare and feel helpless. I only hope it dissipates by the end of the week.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Tuesday Tales Coming On Rather Abruptly


I know last week I left everyone wondering where Joelle fell when the rotting walkway gave out. But, with this weeks' word prompt, abrupt, I couldn't fit it in! So, I'm moving back to my other work in progress, Sexy Bea Spelling. Let's see what Andrew thinks of Bea...
“We don’t have to go home yet, do we?”
“I’m still on administrative leave until they decide what to do with me, Andrew. You’re the one with a job in the morning.”
The velvety nighttime sky set a perfect backdrop for the downtown Dallas skyline of lights. The ribbon of lights around the Omni Hotel changed colors as it cascaded down the numerous stories. The Reunion Tower ball glowed brightly with a dancing display of clear lights. They hopscotched around the orb in hyperactive motions. Andrew drove leisurely through the city holding Bea’s hand, his thumb stroking her palm.
“You know what they say it means when someone scratches the palm of your hand, don’t you?” Bea leaned closer to him from her seat.
“Lady, we are about the same age, of course I know. Glad you picked up on the hint I was throwing out. But, I’d really like to hear you say the words, my sexy Bea Spelling.” Andrew shifted in the seat, obviously adjusting his growing desire.
“When you scratch the palm of my hand it tells me you want to fuck me, Andrew Goode. So…do you…want me?” She drew the words out slowly and began unbuttoning her shirt.
Andrew swallowed hard, the lights of the city no longer capturing his attention. “We aren’t going to make it back home, you know that right?”
“Take me somewhere, anywhere, let’s do this where we can get caught.”
“Bea, my spirited minx, what is getting into you?”
You will be very soon.”
“Damn right I will be.” Andrew hit the accelerator and made an abrupt U-turn in the road. “You are so very very sexy.”

Now that you've read my take for abrupt, please visit our Tuesday Tales Main for other creative writing including the word prompt, Abrupt.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Saturday Sippers in The Locker! - an ode to Kahlua

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new, sometimes, skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Already in November! It’s way too close to the holidays for me. But, this weekend, I have the small comfort of “fall back” to console me….and this great Kahlua drink.
KAHLUACCINO!
Ingredients
  • ¾ c. nonfat milk
  • ¾ c. strong coffee
  • ½ c. coffee liqueur
  • 3 c. ice
  • 4 t sugar
  • Chocolate shavings for garnish
Combine milk and coffee in blender. Add coffee liqueur, ice, and sugar. Puree until frothy. Pour and garnish with chocolate shavings and voila! Get the holiday season started tastefully
138 Calories per serving

Friday, November 1, 2013

Flasher Fiction Friday

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, it's Friday and I'm flashing!  I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!
“Tomorrow? I thought you had another day?” Andrew dropped the menu into his lap.

“Well, tomorrow night, I have a nine o’clock flight, so, technically, I have a full day, rather, we have a full day.” Bea patted his exposed knee peeking from underneath a sheet.

“It’s going so fast, and we slept most of today away.” A sullen Andrew scratched his chin.

“Let’s eat, shower together, and make plans for our volcano excursion tomorrow. It’ll be fun.”

“I guess…”


“Please keep a good mood, we are having such a nice time, better than I imagined. Let’s keep it light.”

Please visit the other flashers for their interpretation of this lovely picture. Some of the other descriptions may contain explicit content. 
Michelle Howard: www.michellehowardwrites.com
S.J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com