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- gray.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- You're My Necessary. Enjoy!~   “Are you accusing me of something, Detective?” “We are just talking here. I know these questions might piss you off, but they’re necessary. Is Ms. Spelling safe at your home, Mr. Goode?” Andrew gritted his teeth, “What are you insinuating? Do you think my gray matter isn’t working?” “It’s a necessary question. We might need to put a uniform outside your home… if that is where she plans to remain.” “Yes, she will stay with me, she is safer there than anywhere and I will take care of her.” “I certainly...

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- fly.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary. Enjoy!~ “After you, Princess.” Andrew picked up his step to catch up with her. Many travelers before them had cleared the trail of overgrowth. The well-worn route took them twisting through various colorful flowers and intimidating vines. “There aren’t any life-size Venus fly traps or any other man-eating plants out here, are there?” Bea looked all around her, inspecting their surroundings. She breathed in deeply, catching her breath from the hurried walk. “We really aren’t in a race. You can slow down and enjoy this bea...

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!~ Andrew gently took her hand. “We’ll go slow. I won’t pressure you. Thank you for trusting me.”   Kissing her hand, he quickly grabbed the other one, pulling both close to his lips. “Write this down in pen, not pencil- I’m going to win you over, I promise.” Bea’s brain wrapped around the word trust . “Trust is a huge word, Andrew, it’s the biggest verb I work with.” The word trust also made her edgy. She preferred to learn some things about a person from demonstration, not from empty verbal promises. He only sm...

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- candy.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~   “I’m not trying to be arm candy. I’m the real deal, more real than I want to be. I hurt, and no matter how I try not to let you hurt me, I can’t help it.” Conner took a sip of his beer, not even looking at me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “I just want to know one thing, Rachel. Do you even love me? Or, am I some kind of crutch to get you through the rough spots?” “Rough spots, seriously? What the hell do you think I’m doing, playing with your heart on purpose?” “I don’t know. The girl I grew up with took better care of other peopl...

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- pencil .    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~   Bea’s lips parted and Andrew slid his tongue inside, gently searching for her oral G-spot. When she moaned, he knew he found it. She pressed more firmly against him and gripped the back of his shirt. A few from the club scene passed them on the sidewalk, issuing catcalls and shows of appreciation. Andrew spoke first. “Will you come home with me, Bea? I need you.” “Wouldn’t we be jumping into this pretty fast?” Bea stayed pinned against him. “I can tell you want this too, Bea. It’s not wrong.” Bea hesitated for several seconds bef...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to a delicious picture. Picture Prompts receive 300 words...so, here we go from Steal My Heart , book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. “I’ve had so many smoothies and granola this month, I’m going back to my roots.” “It’s okay to cheat every once in a while.” Lesley giggled, taking a bite of French toast. “Goodness knows I do it.” Staring at a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, the scent wafted to my nostrils, reminding me of growing up. “My mom used to cook this all the time. We had fresh eggs almost every day.” Putting her fork down, she made eye contact with me. “Do you miss living in the country?” “I miss the anonymity and the protection that comes from living in a small town. Although everyone does know each other’s business way more than they should, they also take care of each other.” I hoped she didn’t catch on I was still worried about that stupid stalker email. I was a grown man for Pete’s sake. “I ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the word prompt, "twenty".   From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.   "If you come one more step, I'll rip you into twenty pieces." "Aww, the pretty little girl is tough and sexy. It's my lucky day. Where's your man? Surely, he didn't leave you out here all alone. Or, maybe he's somebody you picked up here at the park?" "Look asshole, he isn't some stranger, he's my boyfriend." My brain clicked along, thinking of what I'd passed on my way here. Who was out there standing by, what my next move would be? I wrapped my purse strap tighter within my fist. "I think you and I should get to know each other better. He stepped forward, narrowing the distance between us. Maybe you'll give me some of what you gave him. I like getting all up into someone else's stain." "God, you're disgusting!" Jumping t...