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. This week the word prompt is "ghost". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Nausea overwhelmed him, coming in consistent waves. He wretched until his belly emptied, then could only produce dry heaves. He curled tighter, trying to comfort his roiling stomach, which created pain elsewhere. He tried to recall what he was doing there, but thinking hurt his head with a sharp, itchy prickling. Yet flashes of faces assaulted his memory—Caleb, Morgan, old childhood friends, his mother, finally his little brother. The pain hurt his heart as much as the physical wounds. He tried dismally to make it stop. He couldn’t reach any of them, his voice seemed muted. The twilight of his reality kept him from kno...

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- town.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love. Enjoy!~ “You truly inherited my way of taking care of business.” Heavy weights once again left my shoulders. Truth telling was indeed cathartic. “So, when he found out, we had a severe falling out. Over time, he contacted me again and we eventually met for drinks. I was following him to his house when I wrecked. I believe it was a sign.” “A sign you weren’t supposed to be at his house?” “Yes, he lives out of town, moved partially to get away from me. I think the universe wants us to stay apart.” “What about true charac...

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 f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary. Enjoy!~ “You’ve never danced before?” Lesley swayed in time with the music, her arms looped around my neck. “You’re very good.” “I do some of my best thinking when I shift from side to side, you know, standing in a thinking man’s pose. I’ve done it for almost as long as I can remember.” Growing up, I stared at puzzles and equations for so long, sitting made my butt sore. Somehow staying mobile helped me process better. “In your own charming way, you made even that sound romantic.” “I shift my weight without picking up my...

Review Stranger Things on Netflix Stranger Things on Rotten Tomatoes I was born in 1970, so, any homage to my childhood pulls on the heartstrings of my youth. This series, based in 1983 Indiana, hits home on many levels, leaving me longing for the days of tube socks and rotary dial phones. However, I had my “meh” moments more often than I expected in this series so largely followed by the masses. I thought some of the characters weren’t fully developed, and had reactions I didn’t appreciate. This was more of a personal preference than some glaring error. I believed the town’s people shown in the series lacked a serious mourning for allegedly-deceased Will Byers. In a small town, folks are usually more cohesive and supportive, especially during times of tragedy. When Will Byers goes missing, his mother, Joyce, is determined to find him. Based upon communications she receives from him in rather unconventional methods, she knows he isn't dead, but, she can...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- evil.    This will be the last installment f ro m Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. ! “I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.” “I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.” Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into h...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?” Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end? “I don’t know, whatever time works for you.” “I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.” “I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hel...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- flavor.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.” Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.” “Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.” “You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap. “What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.” “It’s tough letting go.” “You’re damn right it’s t...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Gold.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. Finding this modest side of Brent gave Nixie another reason to be impressed. He brought a personal subject into their discussion so casually and naturally. Obviously, pride didn’t hinder the disclosure. In the past when a man bragged about his pocket, he was careless with the contents. Nixie admired his practical statements. When Mindie began speaking, she took the opportunity checking around the room for atmosphere. Quickly catching her I were lit candles around the room. Not yet quite dark outside, natural light filtered in completing the golden tones flickering across the space. At a table set for three, a nice tablecloth with complimentary placemats served as a backdrop for their best dishes and cutlery. Mindie had even snuck in a wine carafe, holding a beautiful hued blend. Three sparkling win...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, hardy. Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. Her cell phone ringing interrupted Carolyn’s respite. Only Nixie knew where she was, and wouldn’t call- probably not even if an emergency had her panicked. Looking at the number, she immediately saw George’s name, and she blanched. Not even declining the call, she let it ring till it stopped, debating on turning the damn thing off. What happened to the days of landlines and the ability to disappear without interruption? He called again three more times before stopping. Her heart dropped each time he reached out. What would she say exactly?  I’m sorry, I made out with your brother before he felt me up. I couldn’t tell the difference, so…sorry. How ridiculous was the way she berated herself. She’d never been so self-deprecating and it pissed her off. A text message then appeared before she threw her phone behind the bed. ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, writing. Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. "What happens when this place bores you, after you’ve invested so much time and money into it?” “I could think of plenty of ways this place wouldn’t bore me.” A smile that could only be termed as mischievous crept slowly across his mouth. His lips were incredible. Shaking off a primal instinct to strut or attempt to mating call. Carolyn tried to remain professional. Both these guys tweaked a nerve, but George had the sensitivity to back it up. Why was he so damn enticing? “I’m not all starry eyed by the rich guy.” “My interest in Heart Nectar is completely legit, as is my interest in getting to know you better.” Oh, dear God, he’s actually coming on to me. What do you say to that? “Look George, you're pleasant enough and attractive. I just don’t see how few minutes we’ve spent here during a meeting makes you inte...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, bloom. Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. The girls placed new tablecloths on a few tables in the tasting room. Rich color accentuated the wood plank walls. Their business already looked like something from a wine cellar. Expanding upon the current theme should be simple enough. However the girls had plenty to talk with Brent about regarding his suggestions and what could be done in their planned renovations. With the closed sign displayed for a few hours, the girls focused on the questions they had for Brent, prepped a few of their favorite food items, and set a few bottles of wine out for him to choose from. Nixie suddenly stopped, giving Carolyn a befuddled look. “Do grapes actually bloom?” A knock sounded on their front door, interrupting her reply. “Look, you really are nervous, you can’t even remember about our prime ingredient. That’s your queue. Why don’t you go l...