Author Davee Jones

Wine Grapes from Napa...random, but, I like this shot Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is a triple word challenge. Our mediator decided to throw three extremely distinctive words our direction and see what we come up with.  We are writing to "hard, rough, and dirty". Please see how I use this triple nasty in my new WIP erotic romance,  Sexy Bea Spelling . Our heroine, Bea, challenges Andrew, but, will he melt her heart? "It was Bea. Andrew reconnected with the uncomfortable chair and read the message several times. Was it possible? Thoughts ran first through his heated groin before finally reaching his brain. He recalled the feel of her smooth skin against the pads of his fingers. Even her elbow for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t calloused or rough, even her damn elbow was smooth. He could take her wenis in his mouth and suck on it- maybe teasing her funny bone would make her nipples hard. The woman made him crazy and brought on bizarre t...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the monthly picture prompt. Please see how I use this photo in my new WIP sweet Young Adult romance, Finding Love in a Black Lagoon.   Our heroine, Pearl, has secrets. Will she ever let Owen in on them? “This lagoon, teeming with overgrown brush, trees, and critters is as close to home as I’ll ever feel. Nothing can hurt me here, not even the cottonmouths, alligators, and snapping turtles.” Pearl swiped a mosquito away from her face, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek from her grimy hands. “There is something peaceful about this place, that’s for sure.” Owen shoved his hands in his back jean pockets, inspected the woodwork, and rocked back on his heels. “Who built this bridge?” “My Pa built it for me. He started a tree house too, it’s at the other end of the creek. But, he didn’t get very far on it before he…before.” Pearl sighed and adjusted the bandanna embracing her skull, plastering her curly ha...

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 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 ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "sun". Please see how I use "sun" 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? Take a peek at  Sexy Bea Spelling- “Just tell me one thing, Bea, did you allow your bed to get messy last week?” “Yes, Craig, I certainly did.” Bea looked dreamily away out the office window. A contented sigh escaped her slightly parted lips. “But, I’m not on vacay anymore, so, let’s get busy. My time to be lazy has passed.” In the bland office atmosphere, they continued reviewing complaints, scheduling surprise site visits, and wrapping up documentation on other cases. Bea typed furiously on her keyboard, looking up only to answer a handful of phone calls. Finally cracking her knuckles around lunchtime, her rumbling stomach reminded her to eat. “Hey, Craig, did you bring lunch or can you head out?” “I br...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is a picture. I use this beautiful serene setting to kickoff 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? Take a peek at  Sexy Bea Spelling- “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 twisted the scarf between her hands. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all need something wild we can fantasize about into our old age.” Andrew smiled, gently grasping her hands in his, momentarily stopping her nervous fingers. “It seemed so delicious and sinful all at the same time. Since this resort encourages the release of inhibitions, I felt free.” “You are free, Bea, you are an adult woman over the age of twenty-one who has needs you’ve denied for far too long. Just because you are satiated doesn’t mean you’ll return to reality and start hitting hook-u...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate the first Tuesday Tales in June with a brand new WIP!  This week I take you to an installment in a  brand new  sweet romantic YA read,  Twister Fate.   This week the word prompt is "train":  Prologue September, 1993 The smell of roasted corn, barbeque, and kettle corn filled the air.  A clear blue sky provided the perfect backdrop for the small county fair in rural Oklahoma.  The bustle of school children out for the day created a lively atmosphere.  Each class grade manned a booth at the fair to raise money for their senior class trip. A dunk tank sat in a corner area, where the elementary principal awaited on the precarious perch for someone with impeccable aim. Ring toss, darts, and even a kissing booth boasted lines of kids and adults alike. Scarlett Johnson and Ricky Roberts walked hand in hand checking out the winning exhibits of farm animals. He was quiet, definitely unusual for s...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I celebrate a warm May 28th in Texas with a frosty contribution for Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to a new installment in a romantic YA  WIP,  Eyelashes Freeze in North Dakota.   We Tuesday Tales Authors take on the word prompt "library":  Irene knew the obstacles being older than not just her suite mate, but most everyone in the dorm. However, she resolved to live the role of friend, rather than Mother Hen. She certainly never lived much of a single life at any time in her life. Rather naïve in the world of bar-hopping and dating, she actually believed she might learn a few things from her younger college counterparts. Irene spent her younger years working responsibly, spending hours at the library , and attempting to make the most of her life getting ahead. She considered dating, romance, love, and socializing almost a waste of time. Of course, her parents set a rather sedate example of romantic love. Although very religi...