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Tuesday Tales – August 8, 2017 – Business

The Tuesday Tale prompt this week for the group is business. I am still working on my thriller story set in New York.

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Later that evening I sat in one of my old haunts. A dingy bar off Eighth Avenue with an adult video store on one side and a strip joint on the other. Not the typical cop bar for sure. The street was s throw-back to the days before the city was cleaned up and supposedly made safe for mom, dad and the kiddoes from the Midwest to visit. Never mind the truth was that this place is still deadly. The danger is just lurking deeper into the alleys than it did in the 1970s and ‘80s.

This bar hadn’t changed in the time I’d been gone. Hell, I think the red cracked seats in the booths were here when Lincoln was president. I sipped my beer as I watched two men playing pool. One of them clearly hustling the other. No one was that dense about the game.

Eventually, the waitress brought me the greasy burger I’d ordered. With added jalapeños, thank you. It smelled like onions and garlic. Just how I wanted to spend the rest of the night. Reeking. But it would be worth it. Such a great sandwich.

In the moment my mouth watered as I put the burger to my lips, a hand clapped me on the shoulder. “As I live and breathe. Kevin Vickrey. With a grizzly bear beard. The lieutenant didn’t lie.”

“Not a grizzly. A black bear. Remember, I’ve been in the Appalachians.” I put my burger back on the plate and grinned at my old buddy. “How’ve you been, Marcus?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Black—not Grizzly—Bear.” He slid into the seat opposite me. “Why didn’t you call when you got to the city?”

“I didn’t want the complication.”

“Your friends are complications now?” Marcus raised his eyebrows at the same time he signaled to the waitress to bring him a burger like mine.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m here on business and want to get in and out as quickly as I can.”

“Business? What kind?”

I shook my head. Unsure if I wanted an officer involved. He would most likely feel an obligation to tell what I was doing to someone up the food chain.

“Prefer to keep it under wraps?” Marcus nodded. “I get that but I’d like to help if I can. Can I at least know what kind of business you’re doing?”

“Just a favor for a friend. A guy I met on the trail.”

He leaned forward. “How was that? The Trail, I mean.” He laughed. “I confess, we all took bets you’d be back almost before you got your tent pitched. Seemed a weird thing for a city boy to do. Hike the whole Appalachian Trail.”


Posted by: Author | July 31, 2017

Tuesday Tales – August 1, 2017- Box

This week, the word for Tuesday Tales is box. I am still in the new story with no name. The hero is looking for a missing child and he has one lead. A man named Charlie.  This is a part of the scene where the hero is in Chinatown to meet Charlie.

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After a car ride and another subway trip—this one thankfully uneventful—I made my way down the dirty street near the smelly fish market and toward Chinatown. When I was a police officer, I avoided this area of town. Not because I was afraid but because I got annoyed at all the store owners hawking their wares. Trying to lure people inside to the back rooms to buy fake merchandise. You’d think they’d leave a man alone about handbags but they didn’t. If I’d bought a handbag for every girlfriend/wife/lover they thought I had, I’d either be broke, exhausted or have some type of venereal disease.

I strode with purpose, eyes forward, trying to get through the gauntlet and to the back of one of those very places I’d tried so hard to avoid.

Eventually, I arrived at the right address, took a deep breath and went inside.

Milling around, pretending to look at the items for sale, I hoped my contact would come along soon before I had to buy some silly cat waving its paw. Why were there so many of those things? What was the attraction?

In what seemed like an hour—God, how I hate to shop—but was more like ten minutes, a tiny woman came to stand beside me. “You here to see Charlie?”

I nodded.

“Then come.” She pivoted on her toes and made her way down the crowded aisle as if it were a slalom ski slope and she was taking the gates like an Olympic champion.

I staggered behind her, knocking into several displays. Praying this wasn’t a you break you buy place, I tried to settle everything back into place as I went.

Eventually we reached the rear of the shop. The woman opened a heavy-looking metal door and ushered me in. “Charlie come in minute.”

She left me there. I glanced around at my surroundings. The room was dim, lit only by what looked to be a forty watt bulb. There were a number of metal shelves covering two walls, floor to ceiling. They had stacks and stacks of boxes on them. Probably filled with those cats.

The thing that caused me consternation was the two massive hooks in the ceiling and the drainage hole in the concrete floor. I’d seen too many horrors in my time not to imagine the most sordid things happening in that room.

None of the cardboard boxes were on the floor so if anyone was tortured here and their blood washed away down the drain, those souvenirs wouldn’t get ruined at all.

Posted by: Author | July 27, 2017

Release Day- Lightning Strikes Twice

Today is release day on my story called Lightning Strikes Twice. It’s part of the Heroes with Heart series where nine Regency writers joined together to write Regency spy novels with super heroes as our inspiration. My inspiration was The Invisible Woman, Susan Storm, and Mr. Fantastic.

Of course, the story is set in Regency England and the characters are from my own imagination. Some characteristics like the hero being a scientist and shy are based on the characters in the comics but nothing else. The heroine is sassy and capable but those are pretty much all my female characters. I sure don’t like wimpy ones.  LOL!



Hester (Hetty) Hale is not like other girls of her age. She’s already fallen in love and has no desire to make the rounds on the marriage mart. The problem is she’s chosen a man of science. One her father would never consider a suitable match. There’s another unsurmountable issue: the man acts as if she’s invisible.

Laurence Fortescue is not all he seems. On the surface, he’s a lecturer at Oxford with a scientific mind. Hetty’s father admires his work and allows Laurence to use his personal laboratory for experiments. Laurence tolerates the girl hanging around but rarely notices her as he’s wrapped up in his tests.

When she’s struck by lightning recreating Ben Franklin’s experiment and a gentleman she hates is allowed to court her, she turns to Laurence for assistance. Assistance he’s willing to give as that gentleman is someone he suspects is a spy. For France.

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Tuesday Tales- July 18, 2017- Picture Prompt

This week we have a picture prompt and are limited to 300 words. There were a number of choices of photos and since my new story is based in New York City, I chose that one. So far, this story has no name but it’s a contemporary thriller- or I hope it will be.  LOL

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It’s funny how smells can send you right back to childhood. When the girl with dreads walked past me on the subway, the Hawaiian Tropic coconut oil she had glistening on her skin sent me right back to the beach I grew up on. Memories of girls, surf and sand flooded over me. Right there in New York City, I was instantly transported. Way too skinny again—although I’d always thought I was pretty buff as a teen—and with surfer dude hair past my shoulders, I could almost feel the stickiness of the salt water on my skin.

Closing my eyes and leaning my head against the solid glass window pane, I let my mind drift into those memories. In the moment right before I dozed off, a female voice called loudly through the car, “Hate to break it to you but this is a shakedown. Everyone sit still. It’ll only be a moment while I divest you of your jewelry and cash.”

Oh no, she did not. Good lord, was I never to have one second of peace?

“Sir, I’d advise you not to pull that emergency cord. You see this gun?” The woman went on.

Letting out a deep sigh, I opened my eyes. The girl with the dreads—all eighty-five pounds of her—stood there with a .44 magnum bigger than her head in her right hand. In her left, she carried a pillowcase. She shook it in front of the woman closest to me. “Put your gold and your wallet in here.”

“All my jewelry is costume,” the woman dressed too nicely for the subway said.

The pillowcase reminded me of another childhood memory. Halloween candy collection in momma’s best linens. Did this chick who probably had zero Rastafarian beliefs think this was her own personal trick or treat? She’d get a trick for sure as soon as she turned her back on me.

Posted by: Author | July 12, 2017

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Tuesday Tales- July 11, 2017- Earth

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is Earth. I’m still working on my YA horror story. Our heroine has retrieved the items needed for the witch and we pick up there.

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The three of us rode Pegasus to Minerva’s house. I sat in front with Liam behind me. Colleen was in her fairy form for most of the trip but she’d morphed into her human body long enough to talk to Liam. He’d handed her the note that was in the envelope and she read it, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I didn’t want to be nosy so I kept my face averted and didn’t ask any questions.

As we came back to earth several feet away from the clearing at Minerva’s, Colleen slid off Pegasus and hugged me. “Thank you for making me see the error of my ways. I’m going home to make some changes with my people and Liam’s.”

Liam stepped off the flying horse and enveloped me in his arms. “She read the note telling her I love her. I’ve been carrying it for years hoping to get close enough to give it to her.”

I laughed. “You don’t have post offices in Ireland?”

He set me on my feet and kissed my forehead. “You’re my funny little friend. Come see us soon.” Pushing me away, he added, “Go save your friend.”

“Thank you, Liam, thank you.”

My two new friends mounted Pegasus and flew away.

I moved toward Minerva’s house.

She must have heard us because she came running up to me. “Did you get them?”

“I did.” I handed her the envelope. “Unicorn scrapings.”

“And the mermaid tears?”

Patting the locket under my shirt, I said, “I have them. First, I want to see Jacob.”

“No. There’s not much time left. Come inside and let me get these into the potion.” She held up the envelope and shook it.

Unhappy at not being able to see how Jacob was doing but realizing it could wait if we were running out of time to save him, I followed her into the house. That creepy house.

We stopped at the potbelly stove with some kind of concoction bubbling in it. This one appeared different than the one before. It was neon blue and had something that looked like eyeballs floating in it. I repressed my gag and tried to think good thoughts.

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