Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, flexible. Fro m Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. “So, how are the numbers looking?” Anxiously sitting on the front of the chair seat, Carolyn leaned forward practically against the accountant’s desk. “No pressure, but, we’ve got some plans.” Placing her hand against Carolyn’s bicep, Nixie eased her backward. “Don’t attack the accountant. You’re so rigid, what’s wrong with your muscles?” Squeezing up and down her arm, she couldn’t find any relaxed spots. “I’m as flexible as a Barbie doll.” Shrugging off her friend’s grip, she shifted back into the chair. “I’m nervous, that’s it.” “Ladies, profits are looking good.” Smiling, she tapped the paperwork in front of her. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t apply for the business loan for renovations.” “Seriously? That’s incredible!” “Have you decided what you want to do?” The girls looked at each other, then, back to the a...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, stiff . So, here we go from Steal My Heart , a new WIP for a new series. “I’ve got an idea, if you’d like to hear it.” “You’re going to tell me the idea anyway. Whether I say I want to hear it or not.” Mom’s idea of dealing with life ranged from grassroots granola hippie methods to some of the most high tech advances in science. The eclectic way my mom approach life usually amused me. Today she sparked a bad nerve. “How about a self-defense course?” “You mean those classes we usually made fun of? You know the women that put themselves into helpless situations and we couldn’t figure out why they’d be doing that shit in the first place. I know to have my keys ready to unlock my car before I walk out of the store. I know to be aware of my surroundings. I know not to be in strange places after dark. Common sense trumps most of what they teach.” “Oh I’m not talking about those run-of...