Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- flavor.    Fro m Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. “You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.” Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.” “Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.” “You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap. “What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.” “It’s tough letting go.” “You’re damn right it’s t...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Today is extra special because I’m spending it in AUSTIN, TEXAS! At the #AustinBookFest -featuring some amazing authors , devoted bloggers, and dedicated fans. Now, when readers and writers get together, there is usually wine involved. Maybe a little bit of chocolate and even cupcakes—or for the REALLY lucky, KOLACHES. Straight from West, TX But, something I look forward to after a hard week of workin’ is a red beer. Red Beer? There’s another name for it in these parts, and for the squeamish I’ll just apologize now…some bartenders call it a bloody beer. (no, it isn’t real blood.) I’ll just call it red beer for the sake of appeal. Further, if you’re from Mexico, or vacationed there, you might call it a Michelada. The Michelada has several variations, so, ask how your drink will be prepared before you order it. Budweiser has a canned version calle...