Posted by: Author | March 4, 2015

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Posted by: Author | March 2, 2015

Tuesday Tales- March 3, 2015- Address

Badge for TT - very smallTuesday Tales are a series of tales written by a select group of authors using a different word or picture prompt every week. For this week, the word is address. Be sure to check out the other stories here.


“I thought maybe you and I could go and grab some dinner. We’ve both worked so hard this week and it might be fun to have a nice meal and a glass of wine.”

Taken aback at the nurse’s brazenness, Ian stood in stunned silence for a few seconds. When he finally found his voice, he said, “Sorry. I have a policy against seeing coworkers outside the office unless it’s an official outing.”

She turned a shade of red that Ian had never seen before. It was disconcerting to say the least but he turned away to reach for the doorknob.

A hand grabbed onto his bicep.

Ian whirled around and through gritted teeth, said, “I suggest you remove your hand right this minute.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t? You can’t fire me.” Nancy smirked as if she had him right where she wanted him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“I can’t imagine why you’d think you could do anything to me at all. I have the upper hand here, not you.”

“How dare you address me in this manner.” Stunned at her tone, Ian stood in shock for a second.

“I’ll speak to you any way I want. I have job security like you’ll never know. Try to have me fired. You’ll never do it. In fact, you should polish off your own resume or better, yet, get yourself back to England. I’m a dangerous enemy to make.”

Ian crossed his arms, trying to decide whether to continue in this ridiculous conversation or make a break for home and some peace and quiet. And a bit of wine.

Before he could come to any conclusion, Nancy shoved him in the chest.

Startled and stunned by the physical altercation yet being too much of a gentleman to retaliate, he turned and jerked on the door knob. Once the door was open, Ian stepped out to the parking lot and over to his car.

Nancy called out after him, “Go on and run away. You’re a lame excuse for a man.”

Posted by: Author | February 27, 2015

Friday Facts- February 27, 2015- Roger Nelson

I have been super busy and remiss in posting any Friday Facts so today, I decided to post a little bit of a multiple choice question for you all to answer.

Roger Nelson is the real name of someone we have all heard of and I wonder how many of you know who that may be. No, it’s not a combination of two characters on I Dream of Jeannie (Major Anthony Nelson and Major Roger Healey) so if that was going to be your guess, BONG! WRONG!

Here are some choices:

1. Captain Kangaroo

2. The guy who draws the comic strip, Hagar the Horrible

3. Mr. Magoo

4. Prince

5. Elvis Presley

6. Humphrey Bogart

7. Herman Munster

8. Mohammad Ali

9. Elton John

10. Eddie Murphy

So, what’s your guess?

Posted by: Author | February 25, 2015

Wordless Wednesday

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Posted by: Author | February 23, 2015

Tuesday Tales- February 24, 2015- Arm

This week’s word is arm. What a great word to use in romance novels. What could be better than the hero putting his arm around the heroine? That being said, that’s not what I did in my snippet. *smiles*  – Be sure to check out the other stories here.

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The rest of the week passed quickly for Ian. He had several emergencies that required him to admit patients to the hospital which then necessitated consulting with specialists on their behalf. And there was the matter of having to check on them himself by morning and evening rounds.

Before Ian knew it, Friday arrived and he hadn’t called Lanett since he dropped her off at her place. Feeling a bit guilty and more than a little apprehensive, he found her name on the contact list on his phone and pressed the button to connect the call.

It rang four times and Ian decided she must recognize the number and not want to pick up. Sad that she would hold a grudge over the lack of contact, he ended the call and tucked his phone into the chest pocket on his shirt. Tugging off his medical coat and tossing it on the back of the chair he’d just vacated, Ian stepped toward the door to exit his office. The phone in his shirt vibrated against his chest, startling him.

In his haste to snatch it from the pocket to see if it was Lanett, he almost dropped the thing. In his effort to stop it from crashing to the floor, Ian whacked the crap out of his elbow as it hit the side of the wall. He cried out, “Bugger, bugger, bugger.”

Hearing a voice coming from the speaker, Ian placed the receiver to his ear. “Sorry. I hit my arm on the wall.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Well, not that you hurt yourself but that you didn’t call me after all this time just to curse at me.”

Lanett sounded amused but Ian wasn’t quite sure if she was. “No. I didn’t ring you to do that. Thanks for returning the call. I actually owe you an apology.”

“You do?”

“I sure do. I planned to talk to you before now but it’s been a week full of too much work and not enough leisure.”

“It’s all right. I didn’t expect your undying loyalty after one dinner.” She laughed.

Ian was glad she wasn’t mad and apparently not one of those women who demanded way too much attention for someone as dedicated to his work as he. That was the fastest path to a relationship not working in his opinion.

Posted by: Author | February 18, 2015

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Posted by: Author | February 16, 2015

Tuesday Tales- February 17, 2015- Great

This week’s word is great. What a great word. I’ve used it several times already in this story but I chose a snippet that’s just a bit after last week’s snippet.  Check out the other tales here.

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“So your mother was involved with Simon’s father while still married to your father?”

“It seems so.” Ian shrugged. “I think it was actually a simultaneous thing. She’d decided she had enough and then met the rugby player shortly thereafter. If you ever meet my parents, you’ll see rather quickly that they were never going to make a go of it. They’re massively incompatible.”

“If they’re that bad, it’s a wonder they were together long enough to actually get married and have a child.”

“The power of lust is all I can attribute it to. Sometimes the magnetism is so strong that the people in it are blinded to the truth until they wake one day to the dimming of lights.”

“Spoken like someone who has known that kind of power.” Lanett took a sip of her wine, wondering if her attraction to the man across from her was possibly that kind of thing at a core level.

“Sadly, yes. I have and I got burned. Bad.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Lanett was disappointed as well but it did explain why Ian might be leery of getting involved with another woman.

“It was a long time ago.”

The waiter arrived at the table trailed by two servers who placed their food in front of them at the same time in a practiced move.

Searching her brain desperately for some other topic to discuss besides old love lives, Lanett took at bite of her dinner. When she was able to swallow the cheesy concoction, she said, “Wow. You weren’t lying. This food is great.

“I’m glad you approve. I’m a bit of a foodie myself and love to try new dishes. I hope you’ll consider accompanying me to a few other places I want to try.”

“That sounds like fun. I’d be up for it.”

“Brilliant. We can put our heads together and prepare a list of where we want to go.”

Lanett took another bite of her meal and wondered how in the heck they got on this topic. Ian was sounding a little bit unstable about this food thing. Was he really such an oddball or was he nervous and saying whatever came into his head? She hoped it was the latter, otherwise she was in for a long night.

Posted by: Author | February 11, 2015

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Posted by: Author | February 9, 2015

Tuesday Tales- Picture Prompt- February 10, 2015



This week we have the February picture prompt. Isn’t it lovely?  Check out the other stories here. 
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Out of the car, they strolled to the restaurant and went inside. Lanett looked around in awe at the place. It was so romantic and dark. A perfect place for a tryst. Not that she was there for that purpose. No, not at all. She could tell the heat rose to her face and counted herself lucky that the lighting was so dim there was no way Ian could tell what she was thinking.

Or maybe he could. He reached out at that moment and took her hand. The gesture and the warmth of his touch made her tingle all over.

The hostess came over to seat them and led them to a corner near the back wall. Once they were settled with their coats removed, Ian opened his menu but Lanett ignored hers and leaned forward. “Did you request this table back here when you brought your father?”

“No. I didn’t request it tonight either. Why?” He peered at her over the top of the menu.

“Never mind then.” Her face was hot again.

“No, what?”

“I was thinking it was romantic and a great place to bring a date and then I wanted to laugh because you’d brought your dad here.”

“Only because it’s his kind of restaurant. No other reason—in fact, I had no idea it was so cave-like when I made the reservations with papa.”

“But you knew it when you called to bring me here?”

“Of course, but I was thinking about the food not the atmosphere.”

“Oh. I see.” Lanett ducked her head so he wouldn’t see the tears form in her eyes. Here she was thinking he wanted to date her and really all he cared about was his stomach.

Posted by: Author | February 4, 2015

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