Author Davee Jones

new release day for me!! http://www.amazon.com/Split-Uprights-Fantasy-Leagues-Book-ebook/dp/B00PO958T0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1416102584&sr=8-1&keywords=Split+the+Uprights&pebp=1416102584785 Okay, I self-published my first book this weekend. The first book in my Fantasy League series entitled, Split the Uprights. What happens when you mix men and women in a fantasy football league? Lots of sexy competition and instant rivalries. Owner of Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, maintains two identities, one as loving matchmaker and the other as ball busting Dominatrix. In the LockHim Room, her muscle toned guys never know what to expect.  With reclusive statistician, Eugene Carlton, they believe they have the perfect formula for romance. All their success takes a place on the Wall of Flame. But, do they really know anything about true love connections?  She takes awkward Danika Parker under her wing and teaches her everything she doesn't know about love. However...

Happy Hot Tuesday and welcome to The Locker. Today, I again return to my current WIP, re-titled Split the Uprights for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "pretty". I keep thinking I won't have another edition for Tuesday Tales from this book, but, I keep writing more. :) Danika and Finn still haven't made that connection...will they ever?  Neither of us belonged here and we knew it. However, had we not made the stupid decision, the normally wrong decision to join this ridiculous club, we wouldn’t be sitting here sharing cheese dip and draft beer. Love finds a way. Love splits the uprights and scores the critical points. Love is the champion, the reason for the game. Love is way fucking bigger than the Lombardi Trophy and a thousand times as valuable. We might be the only two in this whole room to know the secret. I wanted to sit here forever. I had a feeling she had the same idea. “Finn?” My mouth momentarily wouldn’t wor...

TGIF Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the weekend. I hope you are staying warm where you are. It's been a challenging week for me as a writer. No time to really just sit down and let my fingers do the walking across the keys. But, maybe this picture will inspire words of interest. What story do they have to tell? Well, here is my interpretation in just 100 words, no more, no less for this Flash Fiction Friday piece: “I don’t know, Cara. I’m not sure what to make of Psyche’s proposal. It could contain black magic or  mysticism far worse.” Teresa reached down to kiss me. “Fifty years seems like an eternity today, but, I can only imagine how fast it would go. Would I never touch you again after that?” I kissed Teresa as she softly pushed me backward onto the bed.  “But, can you imagine having fifty years together, every day? I could wake up to you for hundreds of days, thousands of hours.” Tears pooled and fell down my face.   “It’s a dream come true.” ...