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Snowed – Part 51


snowed cover image for blogAfter lunch, Mike lies down to sleep, but Sarena joins him, enticing him to make love instead. They make every effort to be quiet. Instead of yelling like she usually does, Sarena bites his shoulder, making him extra excited. For some reason, she finds it funny and laughs at him.

“Thanks,” I said, kissing her. “You know just how to make my ego shrivel right up and die.”

“If I’d realized the effect it would have on you, I’d have done it before.”

“Like hot, bunny love, huh?” I wiggled my hips against her.

“I like any love from you,” she said, kissing my nose. “Now go to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am. Don’t have to tell me twice. . . .” I fell asleep almost instantly.

I woke with the late afternoon sun filtering through the drapes. Sarena wasn’t in the bed, and I could hear voices in the front room. The house smelled like gingerbread and I wondered who had been baking. I got dressed, ran my fingers through my hair, and went to the living room.

Jesse and her daughter, Cleo, were talking to Sarena over tea and gingerbread. Cleo is about Molly’s age, but in much better shape. She’s tall, curvy, mocha skinned and beautiful. She has a couple of kids a little younger than me, a boy and a girl.

“Hiya, sleepy,” Jesse said.

“How did you know I was up?”

“I heard the door open. And your cologne is distinctive. Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I kissed Sarena and greeted Cleo with a hug.

“You look good,” I told her. “How’s life treating you?”

“Better than you, right now, I expect. I was just getting the rundown.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t start.”

“Who’s starting? I was sitting her regretting that I didn’t get to you first.” She made a kiss face at me, her full lips dark red like berries.

“Don’t start,” I cautioned again.

She and Sarena laughed at me. I’d never had anything going with Cleo. She was divorced, and had been living with businessman, Drake Carter, for the last three years. Since he could break me in half with his pinky finger, I kept my distance from Cleo. He was a good guy and treated her well.

“How’s Drake?”

“He’s great. He’s starting his own business here in town. We’re tired of L.A.”

“No kidding? What’s he doing?”

“Software, mostly, but expanding.”

“My brother does computers,” I said with a grin. “He’s good. Very good, in fact.”

“Your brother interested in relocating? Drake couldn’t pay as much as a job in New York, but it would get him into the fresh air and sunshine.”

“I’ll ask him,” I said, thinking how coincidental life often was. Ma and I had just been talking about this very thing.

“He could use a man like you around too,” she added.

“I don’t know anything about computers.”

“He needs everything, Mike. Right now, what he needs most is a representative to go into offices and charm them into hiring us instead of our competitors. He needs someone to write up the brochure and do a presentation. I told him you could sell the Eiffel Tower to the French and make them ask you why you hadn’t done it before.”

“I’m not that good. I don’t do sales.”

“You are the most charming man I know. You’re warm, sincere and a gentleman. You could do this job and make substantially more than you are now. And I was just trying to convince your girlfriend to take the officer manager’s spot.”

I laughed, tossing my hair out of my face. “Damn, Cleo! You’re a persistent woman!”

“I’m scouting talent, Mike. That’s what I’m good at. I see things in people and I know what they can do. Give it serious consideration. And talk to your brother for me.”

“I will. I don’t know how well he’d take the offer from me. . . .”

“I think he’d surprise you,” Sarena said quietly, taking my hand. “He really looks up to you, Mike. He values your opinion.”

“Mine? Since when? He’d rather make snide comments about my life than ask my opinion on anything.”

“Sometimes,” Jesse said gently. “We belittle what someone else has because it’s what we want too. Didn’t you tell me he got married because he got that girl in the family way?”

I blushed, remembering that conversation well. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well then, perhaps he envies your freedom.”

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I Love Dialogue! from Indian Summer


I love dialogue doodle bannerIndian Summer is my first published novel. An historical romantic suspense, Indian Summer is set in St. Augustine, Florida in 1739. Gabriella Deza is the youngest daughter of Spanish Governor, Ferdinand Deza. Headstrong and intrepid, Gabriella has just turned 15, the coming of age of a young Spanish woman. Manuel Enriques, her father’s aide de camp, has declared his love for her. He also asks if he may escort her to her birthday party. Overwhelmed by his declaration, Gabriella realizes she has feelings for him, too. In this excerpt, they are at her birthday party and he has just invited her to dance.

My knees melted as he held out his hand to me.

“This is my dance, I believe, Señorita Deza.”

Manuel locked eyes with the next candidate for treading on my toes, who cowered under his look. Nodding rapidly, the little rabbit of a man retreated to the corner behind Clara and seemed to take her as his shield of defense.

I graced him with my sincere smile and said, “I promise the next dance is yours, señor.”

He bobbed his head rapidly again, retreating even further. Manuel spoke from the corner of his mouth as we walked to the dance floor. “I don’t think you will have to honor that promise, my sweet.”

Chortling, I replied with a coquettish toss of my hair. “Why, Señor Enriques, do you intend to intimidate every man here?”

He chuckled secretively as he turned me in a circle under his arm. “If need be, my dear. If need be. I shall have you to myself.” He put special emphasis on “shall” as he spun me again and the music began.

Quiet at first, I listened with only half my attention. Suddenly, the orchestra erupted in a wave of the most exciting music I had ever heard! The guitars hammered loudly, the percussion began a beat I was familiar with. The music echoed the pounding of my heart. Manuel chuckled, seeing the surprised look upon my face.

“Do you like my choice? It’s a special request I gave them. A dance just for us!” He spun me again, three times in succession.

“I don’t know this dance!” I gasped. “I don’t know the steps!”

“Listen to the music, Bella. You know this. You feel it in your blood! Would I ever embarrass you? Follow my lead and you will be free!”

The music continued slowly, just a hint of notes on a single guitar. Manuel led me in a few gentle steps, ending in a deep dip. The tempo changed, accelerating into a fast, syncopated rhythm. He swept me into the most amazing dance! The music crashed into me in wave after wave of excitement. The power of it washed over us, setting my heart pounding in my chest with a beat at the same time unnatural, but as much a part of me as breathing.

We spun, stepped, dipped, clapped, stomped and when we got to the end I realized I had just danced my first Flamenco. I had seen this dance many times. The country folk in Spain danced this at their celebrations. The music and tradition had followed us to this new land, where they danced it at festivals.

Manuel led me off the dance floor, both of us a little breathless and perspiring. It was then I noticed no one else had joined us in the dance. I looked up at him with a question on my lips. He shrugged casually. “I asked for a dance alone with you. The gentlemen politely complied.”

I narrowed my eyes, feigning a glare. “How much did you threaten them?” I was teasing and he knew it.

He held his fingers about an inch apart. “Perhaps, this much?”

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Snowed – Part 50


snowed cover image for blogAfter the police leave, Mike heads to Molly’s apartment for the night. Sarena is extremely upset and has already gone to bed.

I undressed and crawled in behind her in my boxers. I didn’t want sex, I just wanted to comfort her. She clung to me like a drowning woman, weeping and hiccuping. When that finally settled down, she kissed me and snuggled up in my arms again. We fell asleep holding one another once more.

The rest of the night passed quietly and my alarm went off way too damn early. I left Sarena in bed, the alarm didn’t even wake her up. I got dressed without bothering to shave. It was a freezing morning. Steve drove me to the bus depot so I could pick up my vehicle. I figured I would get a ride home with one of the other drivers.

“You be careful,” he said.

“I’m good,” I said, shivering. “Don’t worry about me. Keep an eye on Sarena for me.”

“I got your back, bro.” He slapped my shoulder. “Have fun.”

“Yeah. Regular run this morning, thank God. I don’t think I could take another field trip right now.”

But I was wrong about that. When I got to the office, my boss greeted me with a smile that usually meant I was in trouble.

“Special request again,” he said. “Popular guy. Elementary school is having vehicle day and they want you to come show the bus and talk about bus safety.”

“This an all day gig?”

“Couple hours. You get extra pay.”

Sighing, I agreed. I didn’t want to, especially when I saw it was Miss Parker’s school. I made my run and drove to the elementary school, parking with the other vehicles. This wasn’t my first time doing this, but I hadn’t just had one of the worst nights of my life the last time.

The kids came out by grade level and I ran through my spiel about how to behave on the bus. When Miss Parker’s class came out, she wouldn’t look at me. She was wearing dark glasses and looked like she’d been crying. When I tried to talk to her, she jerked herself away. I felt terrible, but I couldn’t figure out why she was overreacting so to the fact I had a girlfriend.

She thanked me for coming by in a cold and haughty tone, herding her children back to her classroom. Hers was the last class out, for which I was grateful.

The temperature had dropped a few degrees since morning. Even the noonday sun didn’t warm it up enough. I called Chester for a ride. He and Ma came to get me at the bus depot.

“Some night, huh?” Chester asked.

“Yeah. Sucked balls,” I said quietly, lying down in the backseat.

Normally, that remark would have earned me a sharp reprimand from my mother. She didn’t even purse her lips.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah. I didn’t eat breakfast. Then got this extra gig. I’m starving. Even the school cafeteria food was starting to smell good. I was parked right by it,” I explained. “I could go for a cheeseburger,” I mumbled. “Sorry, Chester.”

“I still crave one from time to time, Michael. Don’t be ashamed.”

“At least I didn’t say a ham and cheese. . . .” I dozed off and didn’t wake up until we pulled into Molly’s driveway.

The car was full of all kinds of good smells. Ma and Chester had stopped by a fast food place and bought lunch for everyone. I noticed I had a cheeseburger and my favorite chili cheese fries. Moms are sure good at remembering certain details, huh? I stuffed myself on junk food. Sarena hardly ate, so I ate hers too.

Conversation was minimal while we ate. I was beat, so after the meal, I helped clean up and went to lie down. A few minutes later, Sarena crawled in next to me.

“Mom and Dad are next door with Jesse. Jesse’s daughter is renting a car at the airport as we we speak. Steve and Angie headed home.”

“Mm,” I mumbled, already falling asleep.

She snuggled up, her body chilly. I flopped over, draping arms and legs around her to warm her up. Her cold hands went down the back of my boxers, effectively waking me up. Her smile was warmer than her hands, and quite seductive.

“Do I take this to mean you want something more than just warming up?”

“I am naked,” she replied, lifting the blankets to show me.

“I had figured that out already.”

We made love quietly, because Jesse’s living room is right next to Molly’s guest room. Luckily, the bed didn’t squeak and the headboard didn’t hit the wall. Instead of yelling like she usually did, Sarena bit down on my shoulder when she hit her climax. It hurt like hell, but damn it was sexy. It was gonna leave a mark, but that was okay. I totally lost control, though, and just about bounced us through the wall. She was laughing at me by the time we finished.

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Snowed – Part 49


snowed cover image for blogThe police come over, yet again, to investigate the rock through the window and the damage to Mikes’ Jeep. The female police officer isn’t sure whether to lecture and condemn him for his behavior or not. Mike does his best to convince her that he’s not as big a jerk as he seems.

I was suddenly very glad I hadn’t let my baser instincts take over with Deidre. I could look this woman in the face and not have to lie to her.

“You got that thing under control?” She stared at my pants like I had a lethal weapon in there.

“I’m working on it,” I said with a cocky smirk.

“But you still got another woman? This is woman number three?”

“Yes. But if things work out, she’s my one and only.”

“Mm hm.” She looked skeptical.

“Look, I made some mistakes over the last week. I just had a birthday, I was drunk, lonely. . . . horny,” I added in a whisper. “Haven’t you done something a little bit stupid under those circumstances?”

I could see by the subtle shift of her body that she had.

“In the meantime, I have to work tomorrow and I’ve got a huge hole in my window that I have to patch up and glass to clear off the carpet. As well as a girlfriend who’s probably hysterical next door. So, are we done?”

“We’re done,” she said. “I’ll have someone call you tomorrow about that note. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“Thanks.” I held out my hand to shake hers.

She glanced at my hand rather suspiciously, then took it in a firm grip.

“You behave yourself, you hear?”

“Scout’s honor.” I saluted her like a Boyscout.

“You weren’t ever a Boyscout,” she teased, walking to her squad car.

“Was too,” I called after her. “Eagle Scout.”

She smiled at me, got in her car and left.

I cleaned up the mess in my living room and found a piece of cardboard to tape over the hole. It would be sufficient until tomorrow. In the meantime, we’d make due. As for my Jeep, I had to quit looking at it or I was going to cry. That was my pride and joy and now it looked like it had been in a wreck.

I picked up Molly’s camera, not wanting to leave it in my place. Locking the door behind me, I walked over to Molly’s. Sarena was on the couch with Angie and Jesse. Steve was on the phone, with my mother as it turned out. Now why in hell would anyone call her? I didn’t ask.

“The cops will call tomorrow with an update. Meanwhile, I need some sleep if I’m gonna get to work in the morning.”

“Go get some stuff from your place,” Angie said. “You’re staying here the rest of the night. Sarena’s upset. She can’t go back over there.”

I could see by Sarena’s face that Angie was right. I couldn’t ask her to go under those circumstances. Steve and I got some things from my place and moved into Molly’s guest room.

“If this keeps up, I’ll move her back to the motel,” I said with conviction. “I can’t stay in Molly’s guest room forever.”

“If you take her to the motel, you stay with her. I don’t like this, Mike. The paint was bad enough. It’s almost kind of funny. But a brick in the window and the damage to your Jeep? That’s getting personal.”

“And painting DICK on the side of my home wasn’t?”

He started to laugh. “Not as much. I know it’s not funny, but it is all the same.”

“You might not think so if it was you,” I replied, tossing my shaving things into a Ziploc bag.

“No. You’re right.”

“Why were you talking to Ma?”

“Jesse’s idea. She thought Chester should know.”

“Oh. They coming over?”

“No. I talked them out of it. I figured we have enough of a crowd.”

“Thanks. I hate dragging you into this mess. I’m sorry I didn’t have better self-control.”

“In your defense, bro, in the same circumstances, I’d have done the same thing. Let’s get back so you can get some sleep.”

Sarena was already in bed when I got back. Jesse was home and Angie was cleaning up when we came in. I bid them goodnight and went to join Sarena. She was curled up in a ball, crying piteously.

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A Little White Lie – Part 8


Originally posted on Lone Wolf by Dellani Oakes:

white lie coverWil isn’t happy with this mission, particularly because he’s limited on personnel. He doesn’t even know a lot of the people on the short list that Greyling gave him. He asks the advice of Penny, Ben and Ray to help him choose. He manages to piss off Ben by refusing to use Marc Slatterly. Ben has no way of knowing why Wil refused because the Colonel won’t explain his rational.

“Who else do you know on that list?” Ben’s eyes lingered on Wil a moment. It was as close to an apology as he was likely to get.

“Sheehan, Krall and Bennett.”

“Recommendations?”

“Sheehan’s a flake, but good as they come. Keep a finger on her, she’s fine. This kind of mission… have to say no. We don’t have time to babysit.”

“All right, so we book the other guy for communications. Wallace?” Ben made a notation. “Krall?”

“Best boomer…

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Snowed – Part 48


snowed cover image for blogMike and Sarena talk a little while about Mystery Date. She is concerned, voicing his mothers misgivings about the other woman. Knowing that her ex-husband was a womanizing jerk, Mike tries to assure her he’s not the same way.

Giggling, she pretended to shove me away, but managed to stay right where I wanted her. A little tickling, some groping and kissing later, we were back in the bed making hot monkey love. I never in my life felt what I did with her. Mystery Date was amazing, but something about Sarena intoxicated me like a fine wine. I couldn’t get enough of her body. If I could have made love to her continuously, the entire night, without a break, I would have.

However, the previous night had caught up with me and and I couldn’t keep up the pace. The hour’s nap hadn’t been enough to completely revive me and I conked out after three times. It was just as well, since I had to get up and be conscious for work the next day. I set the alarm and we went to sleep, curled up around one another. It felt good having her in my arms.

The sound of glass breaking woke us around 3:00. Grabbing my pants, I dashed out to the front room. There was a brick with a piece of paper tapped around it. I didn’t pick it up, figuring that whoever threw it might have left fingerprints. All of a sudden, there was a huge crash outside and the alarm on my Jeep went off. I pulled on boots, grabbing my jacket, as I ran outside. Tripping over my own feet, I saw someone running away. There was no way I was gonna catch up half barefoot. Besides my Jeep, my pride and joy, had a huge hole in the windshield. The lights flashed, the horn honked and nothing I did turned the damn thing off.

Sarena brought me the phone, dressed in her coat and leggings. She’d pulled on her boots, and I suspected, nothing else. I wanted her back in the house, but she wouldn’t go. By this time, Steve was there, and Angie. Jesse waited on her porch, shivering. I sent Sarena over there to be with them while I waited for the cops. Steve did something that got the alarm to stop blaring, which was good, cause my neighbors were starting to complain.

The first to show up were the guys behind me. They were pissed, but got over it when they saw what had happened. The cops got there next and ran off most of the onlookers. I showed them inside, where the brick was, and assured them we hadn’t touched it. They got pictures and did their thing, taking the brick with them in an evidence bag.

“Can you think of anyone who would want to harm you, Mr. Reuben?” The first officer on the scene asked me. She was an elegant black woman who was probably close to my mother’s age.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I wouldn’t of thought so, even after the paint.” I gestured at the house. “But now, obviously, someone is pissed. And I think it’s a woman I had a thing with.”

“A thing?” The female officer drew herself up, staring at me in that hard way a woman does when anything of dubious sexual content gets pulled into a conversation.

“One night stand?” I shrugged, running my fingers through my hair. “Look. I don’t want to offend you or piss you off, but that’s what it was.” I explained to her about Mystery Date and Simone, without telling her name.

“And now you’ve got another woman staying with you?”

I nodded.

“And the night after you were with this mysterious girl, you had yet a different woman here for the night?”

I nodded again. She gave me an even harder look. I thought I was in for a lecture, but she didn’t say everything I knew she was thinking. Again, I didn’t mention Shelly, feeling I was in enough of a mess without adding to it.

“Normally, I don’t get so much action,” I said. “It was exceptional circumstances and I didn’t initiate either encounter. Just so you know.”

“It doesn’t matter what I believe, Mr. Reuben.”

“It would make me feel a little less like a worm, if you would.”

Her expression softened. “This other woman, the second one, you don’t think she had anything to do with this?”

“No, ma’am. She’s not the jealous or violent kind. We get together once in awhile when we both feel the itch.” I had to resist the urge to fidget. “It was an amicable parting of the ways. She has a teenage daughter who rode my bus, and that got a little awkward. I know her daughter pretty well.”

“You aren’t sleeping with her too, are you?”

“Oh, no ma’am!” I held up my hands like she had a gun on me. “Trust me! Under twenty-one, I’m not interested.”

“That’s a good thing, Mr. Reuben.”

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Snowed – Part 47


snowed cover image for blogMike finds it hard to believe that Sarena’s ex-husband was stupid enough to leave her. The more he gets to know her, the more he admires her. Chester arrives a short time later, remarking about the paintball decoration on the wall.

“Yeah. I guess they thought the place was too plain. I should maybe hang lights and put up ghosts made from sheets, huh?”

He waved it away. “Why bother? Pointless. Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get bad again. The kids have maybe a three hour window, so expect a lot of traffic.”

The doorbell rang. He trotted over and handed out candy for me. I had a glass of wine for him when he got back.

“Three ghosts, a vampire and two zombies. Sarena and I like to take a count. It makes for a fun time.”

Two hours, fifteen vampires, twenty zombies, an ax murder and his victim later, the lineup of tricksters had tapered off. It was getting dark and the temperature dropped fast. Jesse, Steve and Angie went back to Molly’s place to relax and unwind. Ma and Chester stayed awhile, but decided not to chance the weather, and headed back to the motel. That left me and Sarena alone. Bliss!

We cleared up after dinner, putting the food carefully away. Afterwards, we snuggled up on the couch to talk and watch a movie. It was a little early to go to bed, but I was sure leaning that way. I could tell she wanted to talk, so I let her lead.

“Tell me more about Mystery Date.”

“What’s to know? Until I met you, it was the best night of sex I’d ever had. Why?” I leaned in to kiss her, but she moved her head. My lips brushed her ear.

“Was she someone you know?”

“I told you already, I don’t remember. Hence—Mystery Date?”

“That picture,” she pointed to Molly’s camera which was on the coffee table.

I knew I hadn’t left it there. She must have moved it.

“Yeah?”

“That was her?”

“The brunette.”

“She’s pretty.”

“What you can see of her,” I said carefully.

Sarena’s face clouded.

“She was pretty,” I said gently. “But you’re beautiful. And I didn’t even know you then. We hadn’t even spoken on the phone.” I wanted her to know I wasn’t what my mother called me. I wasn’t like my father. That was very important for her to know.

“Do you think she’s the one who did the paint?”

“Maybe. Who knows?”

“Could she know about me? About us?”

I shrugged, not really wanting to talk anymore. She was beautiful and smelled so good. I remembered the way her body felt around mine. I’d been a good boy all day, but that was fading fast as the evening drew on.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because, if she has feelings for you, and you dumped her. She might be angry, that’s all.”

“I didn’t dump anyone. One night of sex doesn’t mean we had a relationship.”

“You don’t know how some women think. Some women, in their minds, that makes you theirs. You belong to her, and her to you.”

“You’re starting to worry me, Sarena.”

“Men get possessive too. There’s that whole I had her first thing. You know that’s true.”

“If I agree with you, can we drop this subject? Cause I don’t really want to talk anymore.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I don’t either.”

“Then shut up and kiss me, woman. Cause you’re mine.” I teased her with my lips.

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