A Little White Lie – part 1


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white lie coverI wrote A Little White Lie several years ago, as a companion short story to my sci-fi series. There are many things in Wil’s background that I wanted to explore. A Little White Lie is one of these. Until he met Matilda, Wilhelm VanLipsig wasn’t a very nice man. He had his moments, but he is the first to admit that he’s a cold-blooded bastard. No matter what, he manages to get the job done.

The sleek silver satin ribbon of river snaked across the plains, looking ethereal in the morning mist. Wil extinguished a cheroot beneath his heel, adjusted his eye patch and gun belt, inhaling deeply. Fresh air—didn’t get too smell that very cropped-lone-wolf-cover-scanned-500-x-7501.jpgoften. In his line of work it was the stench of blood and death, not sweet breezes and wild flowers, that usually filled his nostrils. Picking up his backpack, he adjusted it with military precision…

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Snowed – Part 34


snowed cover image for blogMike can’t drive home quickly enough. They are barely in the door before they’re undressing one another.

“Are you really here?” I whispered hoarsely. “You aren’t some amazing dream that’s going to heat me up and leave me in a sex starved puddle, are you?”

“I’m standing here asking myself the same thing,” she murmured. “You’re so gorgeous.”

I chuckled, kissing her tenderly. “This better be real. But if it’s not, it’s the most amazingly realistic dream I ever had.”

We kissed again, a long time. My fingers brushed her nipples, feeling them spring at me, stiff and excited. They weren’t the only thing stiff and excited in the room, let me tell you. I wanted to throw her on the bed and pleasure myself inside her, but I wanted this perfect, beautiful. . . .

I wanted to know who the hell was beating on my front door? I glanced at the clock. It was around 10:00. Most of my neighbors are asleep by then. Suddenly worried, I knew I needed to get it.

“Wait here.” I grabbed my jeans and nearly knocked myself on the floor trying to get them on.

Jesse stood there, panting, shivering without her coat. It was freezing outside. She couldn’t talk, she was crying and hyperventilating. Tugging at my hand, she yanked me out the door, amazingly strong for such a small woman.

“It’s Molly,” she said. “I called 9-1-1, but she needs you.”

Ignoring the fact I was barefoot and shirtless, I ran to Molly’s. Sarena introduced herself to Jesse and took her in my place, closing the door. She was dressed in my shirt and her jeans. Molly lay on the floor of her apartment, face pale, lips slightly blue. I dropped beside her, taking her hand.

“Molly! Oh, my God!” I grabbed an afghan off the back of the couch, laying it over her.

Her fingers plucked at me and she tried to speak. “Pills—purse.”

I knew what she meant. Her heart medication was in a container in her purse. Jesse would never be able to find it. I grabbed it, dumping her purse on the floor. I found the pills, putting one under her tongue. The ambulance came up the street. Sarena went out to meet it, her boots back on, jacket flung around her shoulders. She led them to Molly’s.

I stayed where I was, holding Molly’s hand as the blue left her lips and her breathing eased. I explained to the paramedics about her heart. The did all the things they do and put her on a gurney.

“He’s my son,” Molly gasped.

“You comin’?” The guy asked.

“I’ll follow you. I need to get dressed.”

“Sorry,” Molly gasped again.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I scolded as I walked her to the ambulance. “I don’t care what I’m doing. If you need me, I’m here. I’ll be right there. Don’t give the boys a hard time.” I kissed her cheek, squeezing her fingers.

A feeble squeeze told me she was holding her own.

“I love you, Molly,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

She stuck her tongue out at me as they put her in the ambulance. It was weak, to be sure, but it was all Molly. Sarena had my clothing ready when I got to my front door. She dragged me in, helping me dress.

“I’ll take Jesse home. She needs to be around familiar things, not at the hospital. You’ll call?”

“As soon as I know anything. I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it with all my heart.

“At least we have something to look forward to.” She smiled brightly, kissing me hard. “Go be a good son.”

“You tell Molly to get better,” Jesse said.

I hugged and kissed her cheek. “I will. Thank God you were there. Go on home with Sarena. She’ll take care of you.”

“She’s a nice girl. You’ll have to tell me all about this later,” she said sternly. “I’m not sure I approve.” Then she smiled, winking at me.

“Sarena can tell you everything,” I said. “I gotta go.”

I made it to the hospital in record time. I figured if a cop wanted to give me a ticket, he could damn well follow me there. Molly needed me and I wasn’t going to let her down. I was surprised to find she had left my name as her next of kin. She’s got kids, but they live pretty far away. Luckily, I have phone numbers. I got her registered and stepped outside to make calls. The receptionist came to get me after about 15 minutes. I was on the phone with her eldest daughter, Angie. Who was, you can imagine, sort of hysterical. I was trying to get her to give the phone to her husband when they called me inside.

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Undiscovered – Excerpt Chapter 11


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Undiscovered by Dellani Oakes - 200Martha, Cadence’s mother, is one of my favorite characters. She has a short part, but she’s got some great dialogue. She’s a good woman with a kind heart, who is concerned about her daughter’s happiness. On their way to the mysterious safe location, Cadence and Scott stop at her mother’s house to drop off the cat. Martha, is cooking butter beans. The temptation is too much for a Southern boy like Scott. She invites him to have some while they talk.

Cadence served him a plate of collard greens and butter beans. He thanked her with a contented grin. “My mama fixes these, but I never get any. I don’t see her too often.”

“For shame on you. My Caydee’s a good cook. She fixed you anything?”

“We had lasagna a couple nights ago,” he replied. “It was delicious.”

“So, how long you two been dating?”

“Couple months,” Cadence replied…

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Snowed – Part 33


snowed cover image for blogDinner with their parents goes well. Mike and Chester come to an understanding. Mike assures Sarena’s father he doesn’t want to hurt her in any way. He also points out that if Chester intends to lecture about the evils of premarital sex, he’d better not be having sex with Mike’s mother. Both of them admit their intentions are honorable.

We excused ourselves and went to the bathroom. I didn’t need to take a piss, but I did wash my hands. I hoped that Chester and I had an understanding. I didn’t want to alienate my mother’s fiancé. More than that, I didn’t want to piss off Sarena’s father or he could make things difficult.

As we walked back to the table, Chester clapped me on the shoulder. “I think you’ll be good for my daughter,” he said quietly. “After what happened before, I am naturally protective.”

“Dude, if I were in your position, I’d be wary too. I will never hurt her on purpose, Chester.”

“I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to be young and single,” he smiled warmly. “I’ll make some excuse to your mother and get her back to the room. You might want to show Sarena the sights?”

I chuckled, punching him on the shoulder.

“That all you’ve got, kid?”

“No, sir. I didn’t want to hurt my future father.”

We laughed, enjoying the joke. I could kill the man if I hit him too hard. Ma could slay me after she castrated me.

“Marjorie, I think I need to hit the hay,” Chester said, faking a yawn. “All this driving has really put a kink in my back. Could you give me a back rub?”

“Of course, sweetheart! You must be in agony!” Ma in full nurturing mode is a force to reckon with.

Chester paid the bill as I invited Sarena to see the sights. What sights we could see between here and my apartment. Real excitement, let me tell you! Her smile could have lit the Washington Monument.

“Thank you for keeping Sarena occupied, honey,” Ma said. “I don’t want her getting bored. Maybe you could catch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, Ma. Maybe. I imagine she’s kind of tired after all the driving too.”

Sarena’s yawn ended in her flickering her tongue at me when Ma wasn’t looking. If she hadn’t already lit a fire in my loins, she did it with that one movement. What can I say? I’m a guy. I’m easy.

We walked with them to where my car was parked. I kissed Ma goodnight, shook Chester’s hand and winked at him behind Ma’s back. I knew he was planning to get lucky too.

I opened the door for Sarena, then trotted around to the driver’s side. She was admiring the Jeep when I got in.

“This is nice. I imagine that it comes in handy in the snow.”

“Very. I make a few extra bucks clearing driveways and stuff. Didn’t think about it this week. I got distracted.”

“Oh? By what?”

I looked at her as I put the car in reverse. Raising an eyebrow, I said nothing. She giggled loudly. I forced myself to look where I was going instead of at her face and backed up. The drive home took practically no time at all. I can’t remember a time I was so anxious to get inside my apartment. I didn’t want Sarena to think all I wanted was sex, so I offered coffee as we walked up to the door. I had barely locked it behind us and she was in my arms. The kiss I’d ached to give her, was right there, full throttle, hard core, mouth tingling. God, she was amazing!

We spent forever just kissing. My hands were everywhere, all over her, familiarizing myself with the curves of her body. We didn’t even take our coats off. I wanted to rip her clothing off and boff her on the couch, but that would have been tacky. I’ve never done that in my life, even drunk as I was after my party. This woman was classy, beautiful, amazing. I was going to savor every inch of her in the comfort of my bed.

I opened her jacket, slipping it off her arms as I kissed her. She slid her hands up under my sweater, pulling it up over my head. We got some static off that, sparks flying from our hair, snapping at our lips. Some of them hurt, but it just added to the eager anticipation. Laughing, yanking at clothing, we kind of crab walked to the bedroom. I led the way, walking backward as Sarena attacked my shirt first, then undid my pants.

Women wear way more clothing than guys. Have you noticed? Under her jacket, she had a sweater, under that, a shirt. Under the shirt, a tank top—then a bra! At least the lower half didn’t have as much, just jeans and panties. I was all but naked when I got her that far, standing in my boxers. I got her down to her panties and stopped, just admiring her body. It was ripe, luscious, smooth as satin, this creamy olive all over. I wished I was like one of those Hindu gods with all the hands so I could touch her everywhere at once.

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Isobel Quartermain – In Her Own Words


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conduct unbecoming FINAL FRONT COVER largeWhat is your biggest fear?

Until today, I’d have to say my biggest fear was that my husband would cheat on me. Now, I don’t know. Ask me again tomorrow.

What would you give up everything to have?

I don’t know. I can’t imagine any one thing being so important that I’d give up everything else for it. I’d love to have a baby, but if I gave up everything else, how would I care for it? That’s a circular discussion.

What is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made and are you going to be able to rectify it?

The biggest mistake I ever made was cheating on Teague and having an affair with Victor. In fact, I could go so far as to say that getting involved with Victor Quartermain was the worst mistake I ever made.

What food would you never eat?

I’m desperately allergic to shellfish, so…

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Under the Western Sky – Excerpt from Chapter 4


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Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes - 500Their mothers are delighted to hear that they are dating. They’ve been waiting for months for them to realize that they are in love. However, with this realization comes the cold hard fact that eventually their relationship will progress.

Libby’s mother was sitting in the living room, something they hadn’t expected. Usually Grace was working or already asleep if Libby came in after nine.

“I wanted to talk to you kids and I knew I wouldn’t have another chance for a few days. Sit.” She patted the couch on either side of her.

They sat down and she took both their hands, clasping them in her lap.

“I know this isn’t something you want to talk about,” she said in her matter-of-fact tone.

This was the voice she used when she didn’t want them to argue. Libby had come to dread that voice because it always meant an uncomfortable conversation.

“I’m…

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There Shall Be Great Rejoicing – the Story of Mai


Originally posted on Lone Wolf by Dellani Oakes:

rejoicing story cover with starsSta Hyt Mai, Zarbanni Warrior of the Twelfth Order, Holder of twenty-fifth level fame, is an interesting character. You can read about her origins in a free short story available on Smashwords. There Shall Be Great Rejoicing was written to accompany my Lone Wolf sci-fi series.

When first introduced, Mai comes on a little strong. She seems abrupt and offensive until the others realize that she’s really very shy. Though they share a common heritage, Mai isn’t anything like the others. She most closely resembles the Fellician warriors, giant, sentient cats who most often work as mercenaries. Although Mai is a catlike race, she’s hairless—something the other Cats find both odd and interesting.

Not long after she arrives on Shakazhan, Mai proves her worth by facing down an enemy. It becomes readily apparent, she is more than any of them anticipated.

Below is a short excerpt from There Shall Be…

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