Author Davee Jones

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 f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~   “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 peopl...

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 f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~   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 bef...