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- pill .    This will be an excerpt f ro m Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~ Strolling into the kitchen, I wondered if she had a guilty conscience. “What’s up?” Not missing a beat, she continued chopping vegetables, throwing a question back at me. “Did you have a nice visit with Violet?” “More than just nice, it was enlightening. She was so forthcoming about how you called Conner to come see me after I got home. Really? Why did you do that? What made you do such a thing?” That made her stop chopping. “I was worried about you. I knew he was a huge support to you in the hospital. Why do you think I didn...

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...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I hope you enjoyed an Easter weekend full of peace, love, and rejuvenation. Spring is heading rapidly our direction in Texas, thunderstorms provided a cozy backdrop to life this morning. This week our group writes to the word prompt, "speak". How does Finn really feel? From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. I don’t remember falling asleep. Somewhere between languid kisses and exhaustion, Danika cradled my head perfectly between her collar bone and neck. A dreamless slumber, because she was my dream, I slept the contentment of a small child. I didn’t recall such a restorative night, in all my years snuggled under a blanket for the comfort that never fully existed. I found a missing piece of security, all in the rhythm of her deep breaths and occasional whimpers. She’d never understand the depth of my contentment. When I awakened tangled within her shelter, I knew I was a changed man. I foolishly believed my lottery s...