Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the humdrum word, boredom. So, here we go from  Steal My Heart , book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. “Since we’re being so honest, I need to ask you something.” I’d wanted to know about her secret offices forever. Finally a dating man, with a fledgling sexual drive, I wanted to branch out with my conversations with a safe friend. “Please don’t make fun of me.” Definitely not from tedium, Lola flicked her nails against the tabletop, appearing deep in thought. “I want to agree, yet, I don’t want to miss out on a great opportunity to bust your balls. You can see my dilemma.” She laughed, then took another sip of tea. “I’m kidding, dude, ask away. I’m here for you.” Pointing from her chest back my direction, clearly she wanted a challenge. “What’s in your secret office space?” Choking slightly, Lola quickly set the tea cup down on the table. “Not wasting any time are you?” “I assumed it better not to tipt...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the word prompt, "key". Would Marty ever change his mind?  From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. Pulling her keys from the purse, she walked toward the exit door. I joined her stride for stride. Until she was safely tucked in her car, I couldn’t leave her. I pushed open the heavy door, revealing a beautiful evening, complete with stars, a quarter moon, and the scent of lime essence she used in her hair. Too many memories returned full blast. “Lola…” “Yes, Marty?” “Can we, maybe possibly talk a little? I want to clear a few things between us.” She opened her mouth, then closed it again, jingling her keys rapidly. I watched the wrinkles on her forehead deepen, which only happened during intense moments of deduction. I wanted to read her mind, probably the most popular super power available in supernatural circles. I wasn’t quite ready to sell my soul for the gift, however. “I don’t...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the word prompt, "nail". Would Marty ever change his mind?  From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. “Good Lord, young lady, you sure make me feel my age.” “Yeah, old man, whatever, mid-life crisis years are still well ahead of you. Today is attributed to couch-itis.” The fifteen mile bike ride through an expansive nature preserve winded both of them. However, Sharlyn would never admit the truth. No breeze, the bright green leaves still in the heating, humid air, the day proved to be another hot one. “C’mon big brother, I’ll buy you an ice cream.” Suddenly, it occurred to Marty he hadn’t had ice cream, since, well, the last time with Lola. “Ice cream?” “Yes, you know, the frozen sweet stuff that adds pounds to your gut.” Recalling their goodbye, when she rejected him, she wouldn’t leave with him. She didn’t want a relationship. They were better suited as friends, blah blah blah. ...

Happy January Tuesday Tales... Today, I return to my current WIP, Personal Fouls, Book 3 for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week our group writes to the rather rebellious word, ruthless . Read a little tidbit about Rudy... Before I could legally sit in the front seat of a car, I played football. Some kids played video games, soccer, went fishing, or watched cartoons, I was practicing. Every Sunday, I watched football all afternoon with my pops. He taught me about downs, off sides, running plays, penalties, and everything else I needed to know to make me invincible. I spent hours throwing a football through a tire swing in the yard. I needed accuracy with the perfect spiral meant to leave the defense in the dust. Pops got me into little league football, giving me the chance to show my skills to the bigger kids. The difference between me and all the other boys, I breathed this game twenty-four seven, and it showed. By no surprise, I broke every school record for...

Smashwords Link Happy December Tuesday Tales... Today, I return to my current WIP, a Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week our group writes to the following beautiful picture prompt. Will Lola ever find peace? Just 300 words for this captivating image. Enjoy “I wasn’t always a slutty alcoholic, right?” “Those things, they…they weren’t your fault. Besides, those do not make who you are , just some choices you made . Negativity or positivity isn’t intrinsic, neither defines us.” Who the hell made mother some existentialist? “Mamma, I made choices. I can’t blame an evil twin.” “You didn’t do bad things on purpose.” “Stop making excuses for me. I’m trying to work the steps. I can’t do it with blinders on. I accept responsibility.” “No!” “You don’t know how much this hurts if you don’t accept my amends, accept my sins. I need this from you.” Laverne gripped her purse tightly in her lap, as if it was a life preserver. “Can we talk?” “It’s...

new release day for me!! http://www.amazon.com/Split-Uprights-Fantasy-Leagues-Book-ebook/dp/B00PO958T0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1416102584&sr=8-1&keywords=Split+the+Uprights&pebp=1416102584785 Okay, I self-published my first book this weekend. The first book in my Fantasy League series entitled, Split the Uprights. What happens when you mix men and women in a fantasy football league? Lots of sexy competition and instant rivalries. Owner of Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, maintains two identities, one as loving matchmaker and the other as ball busting Dominatrix. In the LockHim Room, her muscle toned guys never know what to expect.  With reclusive statistician, Eugene Carlton, they believe they have the perfect formula for romance. All their success takes a place on the Wall of Flame. But, do they really know anything about true love connections?  She takes awkward Danika Parker under her wing and teaches her everything she doesn't know about love. However...

    Happy Fall Tuesday Tales? Today, I return to my current WIP, re-titled Split the Uprights for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the beautiful picture prompt below. Three hundred words...what can I set up for you? Did Lola actually kill herself? Thank goodness Finn agreed to join me on this wild search. I couldn’t ask Eugene, I still haven’t figured that guy out. At least Finn had enough social filter not to blurt something inappropriate if we found Lola in a compromising position. Eugene might piss me off with his indifference. Maybe I should have called the authorities, I respected Lola enough at this point to track her down myself. Who knows what shape she would be in. “You know very well what you're going to find in the depths of that place." I don’t know what made Lola postal, clearly she felt the need to become a survivalist as some sort of self-preservation measure. “Look, Finn, something is so wrong with her, it could be medical.” “W...

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "right". This book is currently with a set of beta readers, I'm excited for their feedback. But, for now, let's return to Lola and her co-worker, Eugene. “Eugene, can you take over for me tomorrow?” “Lola, you are not going to wimp out now. You aren’t bleeding or in the hospital. Put on your big girl panties.” Eugene wasn’t going to let me descend into the cave. Somehow, I think he sensed danger in letting me wallow. Fucker. “You’re an asshole.” “Yeah, maybe so, but, you don’t pay me enough to take your place on a Sunday, so get over it.” “I hate you sometimes, Eugene.” My stomach burned and my eyes narrowed. “I’m not paying you anymore money!” “This I know.” “You are impossibly immature. I don’t know what your problem is, but, PMS never lasts this long with ...

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. Our saucy Coach Lola shows this big brute who's boss... I watched athletes for years. Back in high school I would stay after school and just sit while those boys went through all the various drills and conditioning activities. I loved those tight pants and muscles that stretched the tight shirts and pads. What if I was the coach? I bet I would have been better motivation than the overweight guard dogs reliving high school memories through their team. But, right now, I was topping an NFL great. His impeccable record made him the envy of every organization. Scouts bent over for him and even supplied the lube. Metaphorically, of course, but, then, again who knows? Rudy’s dominance on the field gave him every reason for his arrogance. It was my job to put him back in his place. He visited me a couple of times a year. Along with...

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why? Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published! You will now get a closer look at Finn Maxwell! 1)  What do you do for work? – I’m a physical therapist 2)  Where are you from? – I’m from Minnesota 3)  What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I have a sixth toe and I'm self conscious about it. 4)  When was your last relationship and how long did it last? I've only had casual relationships. 5)  What are you looking for in a relationship? A...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy June to all in the cyberhood.  I don't know about you, but, I cannot believe this will be the halfway mark of 2014. Today, our Tuesday Tales group is writing,belatedly, to the word prompt, "father" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms.  Today, we find Coach Lola in tender situation. Take a peek: Marty smiled and reached for my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed each finger gently. “Lola, we have spectacular times. I feel it…you feel it.” “Okay, we agree on that then.” Marty dropped my hand softly and grimaced. He actually grimaced. “Once a month is not nearly enough. Even during that once a month, we only scratch the surface of each other’s lives. I have no idea what you do eighty percent of the time. I might know less than that. Now that we decided to put dad in a home, I want more of a personal life. I ...

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why? Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published! 1) What do you do for work? – I’m an ultrasound technician. 2) Where are you from? – I’m from the Midwest. 3) What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I’m classy, sassy, and a little smart assy. 4) When was your last relationship and how long did it last? One year ago my fiancé left me at the altar. 5) What are you looking for in a relationship? Someone who can make me smile because they are always smiling. 6) W...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy June to all in the cyberhood.  I don't know about you, but, I cannot believe this will be the halfway mark of 2014. Today, our Tuesday Tales group is writing, teasingly, to the word prompt, "bottom" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. Yea, I couldn't be too good. Today, we find Coach Lola in another, ahem, provocative situation. Take a peek:   I gritted my teeth and walked back to a readied, but rested prize athlete. “Stand and face me.” He popped up faster than a burpee. He stood at military attention, never taking his gaze from forward facing. Quietly, he waited, not in the least bit giving away any apprehension at the heavy flogging instrument I held in my hands.   I walked to him, bent and kissed his twitching penis, just waiting for attention. He gently flinched, a reaction he could not control. I’...