Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week's Tuesday Tales prompt is the word "long". Please see how I use "long" 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? “We had the lights off because the toddlers fell asleep on our bed. I wanted my Tammy time before I moved them.” Craig’s face turned bright red. “I don’t think I can finish this story, my buzz wore off.” Tammy shook her head. “Craig told me something didn’t seem right, but, I said the lube was fine, just squirt out a handful and let’s go. At that point, the babies were getting restless, we didn’t have much time.” Tammy shook her head. “This sounds like some kind of Mission Impossible thing.” Craig temporarily forgot his embarrassment. “With kids, intimacy is a Mission Impossible thing, Bea, trust us.” “Craig put a large dollop in the center of my girl parts and proceeded to, you know, enter me.” Tammy...

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...

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 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, 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 ...