Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “I can’t wait for the day we actually use crystal instead of glass.” “I know what you mean, I think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded. “The day we’re all famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass reading Heart Nectar on the side, with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need it.” “Thank you for your generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- GRIM.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.   Never had anything made his heart so grim. Could she really turn away, never seeing him again? George had to convince her otherwise. "You are a woman who feels deeply. You aren't skeptical, logical, or doubtful, instead you fight for the possibilities.   “I'd rather have someone like you in my life, then anyone without a sense of fantasy. Until now, I'd never really wanted to take the time to stop Charles. I'd always accepted him for the asshole he was.” His voice lowered, cracking in desperation. “Now that he hurt you, I couldn't stand for it to go on another day." The darkness shadowed on Carolyn’s minor facial expressions. Yet, he could see everything from her soul. They should put everything behind them where the negative belonged. "Unfortunately, I believe e...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from.   Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. “You’re one giant leap for me in a world full of my small steps.” There’s no way she could ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair, pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is romanticizing your words.” “Don’t blame anything on this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among vines much older than her twenty-something y...