Author Davee Jones

Happy Fall 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 word prompt raid . What kind of raid are we talking about? You'll just have to keep reading. CYBER MONDAY SPECIAL! Book One of the Fantasy Leagues is now available. You can get a hint from there. Free on Smashwords! Smashwords Link “When planning a verbal raid, you better come prepared with enough emotional ammunition.” Lola walked the floor, occasionally chewing her thumbnails. “You told me chewing my nails was a disgusting habit.” “I don’t give a shit, I have so many disgusting habits, one more isn’t going to hurt anything today.” She yelled, flinging her arms into the air. “You look like shit, again. Have you been drinking?” “No, absolutely not, I haven’t touched a drop. But, thank you for reminding me. The roar in my brain wasn’t loud enough to get the point across.” “What kind of verbal raid are you t...

Happy Hot Tuesday and welcome to The Locker. We are changing it up. FINALLY Book one is with The Editor! TaDa! Boom! Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "short". Poor Lola, she can't "catch" a break any better than I could catch a touchdown pass from Peyton Manning. shameless pun. “Yes, Danika, I had a colorful childhood.” “Colorful? That’s just stupid, Lola. You were sexually abused, physically abused, and emotionally abused. You have too much abuse in your past to ignore, hoping it dies an agonizing death. It's your inner voice, crying for help.” “No, that would have been the sound of my youth meeting the reaper.” “Still want to make jokes? I don’t see how.” She really had the brain of someone warped into a cult. Looking back now, I realize my parents exposed me to trashed up stuff. However, the more I hear from Lola, the more I feel I wa...