Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the monthly picture prompt. We write 300 words to the chosen prompt. Please see how I use this photo in my new WIP sweet Young Adult romance,  Finding Love in a Black Lagoon.   Our heroine, Pearl, has secrets. Will she ever let Owen in on them? “Just down that lane is a pet cemetery.” Pearl pointed in the direction of a heavily treed road. “A pet cemetery? I’ve buried my fair share of pets, but, always on my property. Seemed more personal that way.” Owen reached down to pet his dog, Aggie. “It’s a beautiful place, serene and sacred. It’s the only graveyard for pets that I’ve ever seen.” “I think we have one back in Oklahoma. The guy that runs it is weird, so, I stayed away from him.” “Weird is in the eye of the beholder, Owen.” “Weird is a guy who spends too much time studying death.” “Maybe he is trying to learn about it, solve the mystery of the great beyond.” Pearl knelt to pet A...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the monthly picture prompt. Please see how I use this photo in my new WIP sweet Young Adult romance, Finding Love in a Black Lagoon.   Our heroine, Pearl, has secrets. Will she ever let Owen in on them? “This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands. “There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?” “My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly ha...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate the first Tuesday Tales in June with a brand new WIP!  This week I take you to an installment in a  brand new  sweet romantic YA read,  Twister Fate.   This week the word prompt is "train":  Prologue September, 1993 The smell of roasted corn, barbeque, and kettle corn filled the air.  A clear blue sky provided the perfect backdrop for the small county fair in rural Oklahoma.  The bustle of school children out for the day created a lively atmosphere.  Each class grade manned a booth at the fair to raise money for their senior class trip. A dunk tank sat in a corner area, where the elementary principal awaited on the precarious perch for someone with impeccable aim. Ring toss, darts, and even a kissing booth boasted lines of kids and adults alike. Scarlett Johnson and Ricky Roberts walked hand in hand checking out the winning exhibits of farm animals. He was quiet, definitely unusual for s...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate a warm May 28th in Texas with a frosty contribution for Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in a romantic YA  WIP,  Eyelashes Freeze in North Dakota.   We Tuesday Tales Authors take on the word prompt "library":  Irene knew the obstacles being older than not just her suite mate, but most everyone in the dorm. However, she resolved to live the role of friend, rather than Mother Hen. She certainly never lived much of a single life at any time in her life. Rather naïve in the world of bar-hopping and dating, she actually believed she might learn a few things from her younger college counterparts. Irene spent her younger years working responsibly, spending hours at the library , and attempting to make the most of her life getting ahead. She considered dating, romance, love, and socializing almost a waste of time. Of course, her parents set a rather sedate example of romantic love. Although very religi...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy May 21st! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP,  Finding Love and Bigfoot.    We Tuesday Tales Authors take on the word prompt "bite":  "The others would be displeased if they knew of his unnatural interest in this other animal, especially a human. Those who would hurt, torture, or kill them, in the name of some superior curiosity- most other species were their natural enemies. Therefore, the Sasquatch breed lived in small pods, disguising their nests and existence in uncanny ways derived from centuries of adaptations.   Living in the hidden caves of the ridge worked successfully for he and his small group for several decades. Suddenly, another adult appeared, with a forceful grunt, she dropped a long strap of desiccated meat onto his chest. She left without another sound or inclination, cognizant of his dominance, although displaying her interest ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy May 14th! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP,  Finding Love in a Black Lagoon.    We Tuesday Tales Authors present this picture prompt:  Is this a tranquil street? Did a murder happen here? What's really going on in this would be Twin Peaks? "Owen leaned forward in his chair, his hands dangling in between his parted knees. “You don’t know what it’s like growing up in a small town. People can be awfully helpful, but, they can be just as judgmental. It was tough on me sometimes as a kid.” “I grew up just a short hop, skip, and a jump away from you, Owen. I know what it’s like. I think most everyone in Oklahoma feels the same way at one time or another.”  Pearl rubbed his arm gently, using long comforting strokes. She spoke in a low voice brimming with empathy. Owen Guthrie sighed, a rarity for this particular young man. He looked down at the...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week we have a delicious word prompt- " laughter ".  Today we visit our lovebirds from Finding Love and Bigfoot , the second in the Critter Getter series.      “Kalista shivered in the cool autumn air with Caleb’s sentence. She rubbed her arms and returned a question.   “What about us talking makes us so crazy?” Caleb thought for a moment before answering quizzically. “It’s part of the fun, right?   The anxiety, anticipation…you know, like Thumper in Bambi. He called it twitterpated.” “Twitterpated? Yes, I remember that scene now. I can identify with that.   But, you have your own business. You chase Bigfoots and mean fish underwater. Us talking should not be this complicated.” They both burst into laughter. “It definitely should not be this complicated.” Caleb decided, before taking Kalista’s hand in his own. “Thank you ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week we have a delicious word prompt- " chocolate ".  Today we visit a campfire from Finding Love and Bigfoot , the second in the Critter Getter series.      “What do you have there, Mr. Caleb?” Leandra laughed, attempting to get a better look at what Caleb held in his fingers. “Something I hope you sweet tooth connoisseurs haven’t seen yet.” Caleb held up a bag containing fluffy white blobs. “Okay, dude, we’ve had marshmallows before.” Kalista slightly dipped her head and raised one eyebrow. The campfire light danced across her warm features. Caleb opened the bag and retrieved a white cylindrical treat almost the size of a tennis ball from the package. “But, have you ever seen them this size?” “Whoa, that’s amazing!” Leandra rushed forward, one hand outstretched. “Candy makes it all better, just like when we were kids.” Owen laug...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and after a hiatus, I'm back! It's time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in my YA series WIP,  Finding Love on a Billboard.    I present the word prompt, " funny ":  “Good grief, this drive is taking forever.” Chrisee Jenkins rubbed one sleepy eye while keeping the other glued to the asphalt in front of her. The expansive Oklahoma farmland stopped holding her attention about two hours after she entered the Sooner State. “I think it’s a resident requirement to own at least one cow.” She briefly turned her head to review yet another herd of cattle munching lazily on the fresh spring grass. “I could certainly make a living here.” Just as she finished the final drink of her iced coffee, her cell phone rang with a machine manufactured zippy ring tone. “Hey you! Perfect timing, I’m about to fall asleep.” “Is the drive that painful?” Through the cell phone waves, Chrisee’s best...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new young adult paranormal SEQUEL WIP,  Blue Ink- Jerky.   Joelle and CSI McKinney enjoy a day on the ice rink, until a spider gets in the way.   “Wylder, I haven’t been ice skating in years. What a wonderful idea!” Joelle tightened the laces one last time on her rental skates. “Now, I hope I don’t fall and bust my fanny.” “You’ll do great, Jo. Hold onto the side rails and take your time. You’ll be slicing across the ice like a pro before you know it.” Joelle stood on the thin blades, her ankles wobbling with every step across the red carpeted area toward the ice rink. “I think I need to do more yoga, my ankles are so weak. That’s what my office job has done to me all these years.” “We can do that too.” Wylder squeezed her hand lovingly, tightening his grip to steady her. “You would go to yoga with me, CSI McKinney?” ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my (still yet unnamed) new young adult WIP, to include the word, "light". Please enjoy!  “Look, look, he kissed her again!” Little girl giggles broke out across the darkened room. “What do you think that’s like?” “I don’t know but, it looks silly.” Suddenly, light illuminated the sterile room, hindering the “show” the two young girls watched, causing them to squint against the sudden irritation. “Hey, we can’t see the movie anymore.” “What in the world are you talking about?” The older gentleman doctor sauntered across to where the young ladies sat. “Your television isn’t even turned on.” “No, not on TV, see!” Patsy, the little girl with dark brown ringlets pointed toward the window. Doctor Hawley bent forward and peered intently through the heavy single pane window. A drive-in theater screen danced with the action of a film a few blocks f...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you back one last time to my young adult paranormal thriller WIP, Blue Ink- The Skin Stalker. This book is now 99% finished and the excitement is taking me over! Soon, I will submit for publishing consideration, so, please wish me luck.  For this week's word prompt, we use " package ", very appropriate for a book about a killer, don't you think?   "When Colin returned from the run, The Skin Stalker was still in the same location.   He noticed Colin look around, as if he felt The Skin Stalker’s presence.   The Skin Stalker smiled and knew he rattled Colin’s steely reserve.   Could he already know Maggie’s fate?   Colin was such a self-centered person. The Skin Stalker knew that not even Maggie’s death would interfere with his daily activities-therefore, he imposed the foul tasting reminder for the next day or so.   If anything, The Skin Sta...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new young adult romance WIP,  Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult.   Matthew and Laurel enjoy a beautiful snowy drive and some pensive conversation.  I present the following picture prompt " snowy cabin ":   "Matthew’s sudden quiet manner puzzled Laurel once again.   His abrupt personality changes occurred more frequently these days. He stared straight ahead focused on the road, while she secretly studied his profile.   The occasional swish of the wiper blades across the windshield against the falling snow reminded Laurel of the beauty of the early evening. From his pensive expression, she deduced the snowflakes failed to entice Matthew into his usual excitement.   “Isn’t that Engeldive cabin just off the road up ahead beautiful this time of year?” Laurel attempted to draw a smile from Matthew’s stitche...

My eyelashes almost froze on this ski trip to Montana. Me with son, Devin Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my new young adult romance WIP,  Eyelashes Freeze in North Dakota-But Not Warm Hearts.   Meet Cody, the one Adelaide has intrigued.  I present the following word prompt " future ": “Hey, doc, you here for me?” One fairly large and muscled male specimen approached him, limping as he made his way toward Cody. “Most definitely, I rather hoped you would have walked that limp off before I got here. Now, I really gotta take you seriously.” Cody found if he joked with the team members a bit, it relaxed them before he began the rehabilitation routine. These players attended UND on scholarship and all of them had professional hockey in their dreams. The players both revered and feared Cody’s presence for those reasons. They counted on him to get them literally back...