Author Davee Jones

Hello Fellow Fathomers! I'm very excited to introduce to you the cover for my first paranormal/thriller release- Blue Ink The Skin Stalker. Joelle unknowingly unlocked a portal to a demon- The Skin Stalker- who wants to vanquish her humanity and create a new demon hybrid with her using her former lover, Colin. Although she tried to forget him, Colin continued to break her heart from a distance, making her vulnerable. The Skin Stalker began brutally murdering Colin's "girlfriends", setting him up as the prime suspect-but does Joelle really care if Colin rotted away in jail? Using a softball equipment bag and public dumping grounds, The Skin Stalker morbidly disposed of his victims, celebrating the notoriety, and his ability to stump the police.  A unique blue "tattoo" behind Joelle's ear carries the key to her connection to the paranormal realm.   Can an average woman actually conquer a demon? Set around the backdrop of the beautiful Rocky Mo...

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  to my new young adult romance WIP,  Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult.   Matthew and Laurel finish a day on the slopes.  I present the following word prompt " gift ":   "Just as she turned to look up toward the slope, Matthew skidded comically on the packed powder rapidly advancing toward her.   His ski poles flailed at odd angles, while he wobbled from side to side. Laurel held her ground, digging her toes into her boots, she jammed her poles into the ground on each side of her. Indeed, Matthew stopped easily and abruptly before he plowed Laurel over onto the dirty snow-covered ground. Skidding sideways, his skis skittered slightly against the corny icy sludge covering the parking lot. “I knew you would stop, coach.   You never fooled me.” “That stuff is getting crusty toward the bottom of this run, I almo...

Ahoy, today in The Locker, I set a tribute to 2013 with an audience to anyone who has ever made a bad decision and had to live with the consequence. (Can I get a heck yea?) Although this fictional letter does not detail any one specific person, I believe it serves as inspiration for so many people. Raising teenagers/twenty-somethings gives me a new experience almost daily that I know they might regret later. But, I can’t tell them anything. Just like no one could tell me anything when I was younger. But, the point of this whole post is to let YOU, awesome reader, know that we all make mistakes, hurtful choices, wrong turns, suffer humiliations, let the ones we love down, sheesh, it’s a laundry list a mile long. But… The beauty is, you can move forward from it. Learn from it. Grow from it. And, yes, even be a better person from it. I hope you all have an amazing 2013! Virtual hugs! To Whom It Concerns: I’m just asking for a chance. This letter of explanation refer...

Voting is Open  Son in Red Suit  Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to one of my last blog posts for 2012.   Recovering from the frenzy of Thanksgiving morphing right into Christmas has left my head spinning. I’m sure many of you feel the same way. I saw red at one point, not out of anger, but, delirium. LOL I’m turning this blog over to YOU. I want to know what your favorite book was for 2012. I will use old fashioned style voting for this one, simply place your comment below with your favorite book, complete with the author’s name. dear daughter w/fuzzy pillow-even the deer is festive  Three lucky winners will receive a copy of the 1 st , 2 nd , and 3 rd place books respectively, rated on this blog. For example, if Fifty Shades of Gray receives the most votes, then winner number one will receive a copy of FSOG, compliments of me. I will also pitch in one of my titles - so, really, winners receive TWO reads for your efforts.    ...

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...

Lovedust and Trailblazers  - click for the trailer Yes, there are some explicit love scenes, but, Josiah and Minnie deserve it! Please see my trailer for more on my latest release. Now available at Secret Cravings Publishing. Soon available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Thank you for previewing this trailer.

Tuesday Tales Welcome Fellow Fathomers to this weeks' edition of Tuesday Tales. A group of writers getting together to share their WIP on a common theme. The theme for today is baseball... take a look at my contribution: "The drought left the pasture as dusty, dirt colored cement.   Huge cracks revealing a depth of at least a couple of feet spread here and there across the barren surface.   However, Matthew Hughes would be successful, no matter the difficulty, as he prepared for his grim mission.   He looked out upon the barren meadow and blinked back a few tears. He normally enjoyed his visits back to the family ranch in Oklahoma. Although, Matthew’s parents raised him in the grandeur of the Rockies-granola hippies who loved the crisp smell of the evergreens and bluebird days on the fluffy slopes of snow.   He enjoyed the best of both worlds as his grandparents and various aunts and uncles lived in Oklahoma from birth on. They maintained the famil...