Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! “I’m not sure how much of a role I actually had, but, wow, I’ve seen a transformation.” Sarah didn’t want to reveal the heartfelt discussions of the past few hours. “I’m trying to marinate everything I’ve been through. When I met you, and you chose me, I can’t tell you what it did for me.” “We chose each other, love, everything between us is a mutual act.” Isaac stood up from the couch and walked toward Sarah. Sarah began withering in his presence, drawing away like desiccated fruit. “You don’t know what I’ve done in my life, Isaac. I’m tainted.” Please visit these other authors for their creative, and possibly edgy, interpretation of this gorgeous netherworld co...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! "Andrew jumped in the shower in time to soap Bea’s back and massage her shoulders. Bea took her turn to scrub his manly chest with a soapy pouf and stood on tiptoes to shampoo his hair. Andrew slathered conditioner all over her wet trusses and helped rinse her clean. Before he attained a full erection, room service knocked at the door. “Their timing sucks.” Andrew kissed her full on the mouth. “Think of it as fuel for later, Andrew. We need it.” Bea’s stomach growled in Pavlovian response to the door. “I’m coming, hold on.” Andrew rushed on rumpled shorts..."  For a variety of takes on this picture in just 100 words, please visit these other authors. Heat levels...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! "He reached forward for the swath of hair cascading down one side of her face, pulled her to him by her tresses and hungrily took her mouth for a deeper kiss.  “That’s more like it, Artemis. “Yes, my Apollo. Sarah breathed in Isaac’s scent of black pepper and some type of exotic spice. “I could snack on you, you smell so nice.” “We will be here all night, on this hard floor you make so warm.” Isaac slid his hand around her waist. “I’ll be your willing body pillow.” “You would, dear Artemis, wouldn’t you?” “But, of course I would.” Be bold and visit these other authors with their saucy take on this photo (heat levels will vary): AuroraRose Andromeda:...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, it's Friday and time to Flash!  I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! "...Isaac held steadfast. “Don’t do it, Sarah, I’m not letting go and I won’t let you try to get rid of me with your usual strategy in life. I don’t care if it pisses you off, this is how it is. Your games won’t work with me, unless you sabotage us on purpose. I won’t reassure you on a daily of my honesty, because, frankly, it’s insulting my word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” Sarah physically relented, realizing every word he spoke with unrequited certainty. “Yes, I hear you Isaac.” She slumped further in the hard chair." Please visit some other writers for their take on this unique photo. Some of the entries may vary in h...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "glass". Please see how I use "glass" in my new WIP erotic romance,  Sexy Bea Spelling . Our heroine, Bea, challenges Andrew, but, will he melt her heart? Andrew followed Bea’s address orders and arrived at five minutes till eight. The small non-descript Italian restaurant sat between a dry cleaner and hair salon. The weathered rich red brick must have been fifty years old, if not older. A few bistro tables in a variety of colors advertised al fresco seating just by their position on the sidewalk. Classic chianti bottles held plain white wax candles that had melted down the bottle necks.  The flames flickered in the gentle evening breeze. Bea sat alone at a green table, sipping a deep rose wine, occasionally twirling the glass and inspecting the jewel toned liquid. “Does it have legs?” Andrew asked, walking up behind her while putting a hand on Bea’s shoulder. Bea subtly startled. “Legs...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! “Okay, well, if you’re having one, I’ll have the same.” He dropped his lean frame into a chair on the patio, watching her intently. Bea dropped ice cubes into the short glass. “Andrew, I want you to know I don’t regret meeting you.” She poured his drink and walked over to him, sitting down. “I sense a “but” coming.” Andrew took a draw of his drink. “But, never in a million years would I have thought a ménage a` trois would be on my bucket list.” Bea’s cheeks reddened and she rolled the tumbler of scotch between her shaky hands." Please visit some other writers for their take on this unique photo. Some of the entries may vary in heat levels. Read at your own d...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "building". Please see how I use "building" in my new WIP erotic romance,  Sexy Bea Spelling . Our heroine, Bea, uses a week to lose her inhibitions, but, did she lose her heart as well? Bea stretched out under the covers. The ceiling fan whirled rapidly with white noise comforting and monotonous.  Images of Tessa’s naked body filled her mind, and she brought back memories of their night together in vivid detail. Bea shifted her recollection to Andrew and the next few nights of wanton lust they shared after Tessa left the resort. An ache returned between her thighs signaling her body wasn’t ready to give him up as quickly as her logical mind wanted. “It could never work.” She rolled onto her side and clutched her pillow, fat tears finally rolling into the goose down.  Bea allowed herself a healthy cry before rising from the refuge of her bed. After quickly brewing a latte`, she settled ont...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "wave". I added a "D" for waved, but, I think it works.  Please see how I use "wave" in my new WIP erotic romance,  Sexy Bea Spelling . Our heroine, Bea, challenges Andrew, but, will he melt her heart? Craig chuckled, “All you need are some Wonder Woman wrist bands, I’m in the presence of greatness.” Bea leaned forward in the car seat, turning in his direction against the seat belt, “You’re making fun of me. Stop busting my chops.” “No, no, I’m serious, I’m very proud of you.” “Tammy talked with you, didn’t she?” “Of course she did, Bea. I have many ways to make her talk.” Craig wagged his eyebrows. “Skills, beauty, pure skills.” Craig parked the car and turned off the ignition. “I gave him a chance, we had a nice dinner.” “That’s as far as it went?” “We parted ways from the restaurant. I wasn’t ready to be completely alone with him.” “I bet our Mr. Andrew had blue ...