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- ghost.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love. Enjoy!~ I suppose I never hated Lola, I hated her actions. Hate- such a violent word, final, definitive- offering no hope, probably more depressing than any other emotional concept. Hate meant your heart down to your toes had room for nothing else, and it consumed a person. If I had no hate, then, my heart never stopped loving Lola, my soul was only hibernating away from the agony. Healing removed the reasons I shouldn’t love Lola, and I didn’t know what to do about it. Impulsively, I ran in Forrest Gump splendor, skirting past d...

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...