Archive | August 2013

It Takes a Thief – Part 66

It Takes a Thief coverJason knows that Orchid isn’t finished, but her next move isn’t quite what he anticipated. A uniformed waiter approaches him just as Orchid makes her second walk down the runway.

“Make a move and you’re toast. You’re going to develop a bad case of nausea and I’m going to take you to the bathroom. Move it.”

Jason pretended to gag, putting his right hand over his mouth. As he lurched forward, he grabbed the gun in his side, yanking it toward him as he jerked it around, disarming the waiter. His right elbow struck sharply on the back of the man’s head, knocking him out. As the waiter slumped over the table, Orchid got to the end of the runway.

With a disarming smile, she pulled a gun from the folds of her gown and fired, not at Jason, but at Taylor. Having anticipated something like that, Jason flung himself in front of Taylor, taking the brunt of the bullet. His momentum and the impact, propelled them several feet before landing on the floor.

Taylor struggled under his weight. The room erupted in pandemonium. Greg and Eva jumped onto the catwalk, pursuing Orchid as she ran backstage. The security officers, led by Tim, raced to cut her off before she could get away.

Screaming hysterically, she ran first one way, then the other, managing to avoid capture. Wealthy patrons rushed wildly in every direction, making it hard to draw a bead on Orchid without hitting one of them.

Taylor extracted herself from Jason’s unconscious body, leaving that worry for another time. Cathleen and Linore checked him while June followed Taylor. Flanking Orchid, they joined the chase, shoving people out of their way as they pursued her, guns drawn, on her ever narrowing flight for freedom.

Finally cornered, Orchid stopped running. Taylor moved in cautiously to cuff her, first moving to disarm her. She was inches away when Orchid grabbed her, pulling her close as a hostage shield.

“Drop your weapons or I’ll shoot her.”

“Don’t do it,” Taylor ordered. “Take her out!”

The gun pressed into her side, then moved to her neck, pressing hard against the carotid artery. Taylor could feel her pulse thumping against the muzzle as Orchid pressed it harder.

“I said drop them!”

“Don’t listen to her!”

Jason’s voice rose clearly from his position on the floor. Orchid’s finger tightened on the trigger.

“Orchid, if you kill her, you’ve got nothing. You won’t make it out of here alive.”

“Then I guess I’d better take your girlfriend with me. Don’t think I can’t tell. You can’t take your eyes off her! What’s so special about her?”

“For one thing, she’s not a murderous psychopathic whore. You hurt her and I’ll shoot you myself.”

Orchid’s grip shifted on the butt of the gun. Jason was afraid to shoot. If her finger jerked even the slightest, Taylor was dead. He twirled his weapon on his finger, holding it away from his body. Tim, who was nearest, took it from him.

“Don’t do it, Jason,” he cautioned.

“Take me,” Jason demanded.

Orchid’s eyes flashed dangerously. Her upper lip twitched in a snarl. “Really. You’d give yourself up for this piece of white trash?”

Jason bit back any comments he might have. He could see Taylor stiffen and saw the defiance in her eyes. It was a risky play, but he wanted to get Orchid out of the building where there were no innocent people. He also couldn’t stand to see Taylor in her grasp. He knew the FBI agent was fully capable of taking the raging psychotic down, but he felt compelled to handle this himself.

Taylor sensed this was important to Jason. As much as she wanted to take the crazy woman out, he needed this opportunity. Inclining her chin to the team, she glanced at Jason.

Twitching his cuffs in place, Jason lightly brushed the place where they had implanted his chip. Nodding slightly at Taylor, he advanced on Orchid. Her weapon trained on him. Her hold on Taylor slackened slightly. Taylor’s fingers flickered at the team.

“You’re not serious.” It was Remington’s voice over their secure channel.

“If we get her outside, the sniper can pick her off,” Bitsy muttered.

“And if she gets away?”

“She won’t,” Greg assured him. “Jason’s chipped.”

“And if she kills him and takes off? Did anyone consider that?”
There was silence as a reply.

“I forbid this. Exchange yourself if you want, but make damn sure we can take her down outside.”

“Civilians?” Bitsy asked.

“I have men on crowd control. Take her out the back,” he ordered Jason.

Jason didn’t acknowledge Remington’s order. He continued moving toward Orchid with a show of confidence that he didn’t feel. Taylor slipped away, rushing to Tim’s side. He put her behind him with the hand not holding the gun. She slipped Jason’s weapon from his waistband.

“Well, honey, it looks like I win,” Orchid said with a smile. Her lips descended on Jason’s. “Welcome back, baby.” She kissed him, using his body to shield hers.

Jason couldn’t help himself. His arms circled her and his body reacted to her closeness. Her cologne wrapped him in a mesmerizing cloud. He had a moment of revelation. This was how she’d drugged him. He sensed the danger, but couldn’t control himself.

“Let’s go, baby,” she whispered.

© Dellani Oakes

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Ninja Tattoo http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/the-ninja-tattoo.htm

Under the Western Sky http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/under-the-western-sky.htm

Indian Summer http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=36&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

Lone Wolf http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=67&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

It Takes a Thief – Part 65

It Takes a Thief coverJason thinks he has disabled the bomb, but still insists that they approach the accomplice and take his phone, because he is certain that is the detonator. Greg does a little bit of acting and pickpocketing, and successfully takes the other man’s phone.

Grabbing the other man’s elbow, he steered him for the bathroom. Tim met them at the door, following them in. They waited for a couple other men to leave, locking the door behind them.

“I gotta find that phone! I really gotta!”

Greg took in details of the man for the first time. Only slightly over five feet tall, he was a drab, geeky looking guy with thinning hair and thickening glasses. He was pale and slightly stoop shouldered. He twitched his head from time to time. Greg spotted an ear piece similar to what he wore himself, but not quite as sophisticated. This one could receive but not transmit. Excellent.

“I’m telling you, I don’t have your phone!” Greg yelled, hitting the door to the stall. “Would you back the fuck off!”

“C—could you check your pockets just to be sure? I know I had it….”

Greg did a pat down of his pockets managing to avoid finding the phone. “Told you I didn’t have the damn thing! What’re you trying to pull?”

“Listen, buddy. I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you find my phone.” The look in his eyes was fear mingled with desperation.

“Lemme buy you a drink,” Greg said. He put his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Come on…..”

He tried to lead the man into the lobby. For such a little man, he could sure put the brakes on. He wouldn’t move.

“No. No. I need my phone. If you don’t give it to me, I’m going to call security.”

“I am security,” Tim said. “You say this guy stole your phone?”

“He had mine,” Greg said, holding it out. “He came up to me and said I had his. He handed me mine. Prolly dropped it in here. One of those other guys prolly has it.”

“Quit fucking with him,” Jason said crisply. “Take him out—now. The show is starting. No doubt Orchid’s livid that we’re not all dying horribly.”

Tim clipped the accomplice behind the ear and he fell into Greg’s arms. They supported him, carrying him from the bathroom pretending he was drunk. They took him out to one of the catering trucks and lifted him in. Since it was really an FBI truck, he would be contained.

“Found the gas,” Bitsy said. “Jesus, this bitch was serious!”

“Cyanide?” Jason speculated.

“How did you guess?”

“Because if I were a homicidal maniac, that’s what I’d do. But you’ve got the transmitting phone, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“Thank God. Here we go….”

The lights dimmed in the main room and the MC walked out on stage. He gave a little speech about the reasons for the benefit and how all these people had donated their time to put it together—blah, blah, blah….

Jason was nearly beside himself with worry. Orchid had to have realized by now that her plan to gas them had failed. She wasn’t going to go out there and pick clean the dead.

“What should I do with this phone, boss?” Greg asked, making sound like he was asking Bitsy.

Jason answered. “Lock it up. Don’t try to turn it off or disable it. Just lock it in a safe place so it can’t be fucked with.”

“Yes, sir.”

There was a locking cabinet on the truck. Greg placed the phone in it and Tim locked the box before pocketing the key.

The fashion show was in full swing by the time that Greg got back to the table. He sat between Jason and Eva. Taylor was on Jason’s left, pretending to watch the show with great enthusiasm. She was playing her part to the hilt.

The MC announced the next model. “Orchid is wearing….”

Jason stopped listening as soon as he saw her face. There was the visage of his would-be killer. There was the woman who threatened to castrate him with a bullet, but chose to end his life instead. He shifted in his seat as soon as he saw her, straightening his tie. She walked toward him, chin lowered, hips forward, her best catwalk strut bringing her ever closer to him. Her jade green eyes met his chocolate brown ones with a shock of recognition. Glaring at him, she stopped at the end, posing to show the dress she wore.

Jason couldn’t suppress a shiver of desire. He remembered well how silky her skin was, how soft her lips, her wetness around him, her smell—a mixture of perfume and lust. Even with Taylor next to him, he couldn’t shake the desire—the need—for her.

What the hell did she do to me?

She went off to change her clothing. When she came back on a few minutes later, she looked calm and collected. Fear shimmied up Jason’s spine. She was about halfway down the runway when a uniformed waiter came to their table as if to give someone a message. He leaned over Jason’s shoulder from behind and to his right. The muzzle of a gun pressed into Jason’s side.

© Dellani Oakes

To Purchase Dellani’s Books:

Ninja Tattoo http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/the-ninja-tattoo.htm

Under the Western Sky http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/under-the-western-sky.htm

Indian Summer http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=36&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

Lone Wolf http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=67&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

The Hop Is Over!

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The Fantastic Blog Hop is officially over, but we’ll be back this fall, with lots of suggestions for holiday gifts — buy books! We’ll be adding a few new faces and new books, so be sure to be looking for us.

Meanwhile, please visit our blogs, get to know our authors and follow us all. We’re always adding new things to our published work and want you to be the first to know.

Thanks for visiting us, following our blogs and buying our books. We’d love to hear what you think of our work, so please do us a favor and write a review to post on Amazon, Good Reads, etc. Let the world know how much you liked our work. ~ Dellani

Below is a link to a post which has all the FBH posts listed. Pop over and have a look.

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Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow

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Ruth Davis Hays

S. A. Hussey

It Takes a Thief – Part 64

It Takes a Thief coverNow at the event, the team and Jason play their roles. Jason suspects that Orchid has something diabolical planned. Extremely worried, he gets in touch with Bitsy.

The voices stopped and Taylor knew they’d switched to a private channel. She was just as glad because the constant chatter in her ear was making conversation difficult. She couldn’t pretend to be enjoying herself when she was listening to the others.

“I feel helpless,” Jason mumbled, taking a sip of his champagne.

“Sit there and smile and look impressive,” Greg said. “Let the pros do their job.”

“I am a pro,” Jason said as he tried to look happy. “Please don’t treat me like I’m not.”

“I know,” Greg said. “No offense, but we’ve got dozens of people on this.”

Jason took another sip of champagne, eyeing the room from over the rim of his glass. He actually hadn’t tasted the alcohol, merely tipped the glass up, wetting his lip.

“Don’t like waiting,” he mumbled.

Taylor tossed her head, laughing as if he’d said something witty. She took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Two o’clock. Someone’s looking.”

Jason picked up her hand, kissing her fingers. “Saw that. I think he’s our accomplice.”

“I see him,” Greg said as he yawned and stretched. “Should I move closer?”

“Don’t take him yet,” Jason warned. “Wait until we hear about the gas. I don’t want to spook her.”

A voice Jason didn’t know came over the ear piece. “Banes.”

“Yes.”

“Lawrence, Bitsy’s second. Make an excuse and come here immediately. I’ll meet you at the door. See me? Blond, dark eyes, standing just inside the door.”

“‘Cuse me, love. I need the loo.” He kissed Taylor. “Back in a flash. I love you. Know that.”

“I know. I love you too.”

He squeezed her hand, then worked the room as he made his way quickly to the door. He met up with Lawrence and followed him to an electrical equipment room. Tim was sweating in the corner, an open panel in front of him. Jason stopped in the doorway, saying nothing.

“Come in and shut the goddamn door,” Tim growled. “Whoever wired this is either fucking crazy or knows a lot more about this than I do.”

Jason approached slowly, working his way around Tim with care. The FBI agent wasn’t touching the apparatus, but studying it from a few inches away. He didn’t even want to breathe on it, so had his face turned slightly to the side.

“Bollocks! That’s a pillock for you. Bummer.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Tim said.

“It means we’re fucked hard up the ass,” Jason replied.

He reached into a pocket of his jacket, extracting a slim pouch of tools. It looked like an oversize wallet. Had anyone glimpsed it, they wouldn’t have looked at it twice. Inside was housed a small fortune worth of tools. Easing Tim aside, he laid the pouch down, looking at it. After saying a silent prayer, he got to work while the FBI agent and security man watched the door and waited.

“One of them has some kind of control device. I’m guessing it’s on her partner and probably a cellphone. I think I can disable the receiver but there’s absolutely no way to be sure.”

“Disable away,” Bitsy said in his ear. “Anything you can give me, JB.”

“Any luck finding canisters?”

“None.”

“Check the roof. Around the air conditioning units up there. They could have been planted well in advance. She’s probably planned this for weeks.”

“Sending men up there now. Not to put too much pressure on, but the show’s about to start.”

“Got it,” Jason said. “I make no guarantees.”

“I’ve got people stationed outside just in case….” Bitsy said.

“While you’re on the roof, check for a sharp shooter.”

“What?”

“Going back to my seat now. Is the accomplice looking at all twitchy?”

“He’s been twitchy,” Taylor said. “No more than before. Scratch that, he’s looking very alert.”

“He’s moving toward the door with his hand in his pocket,” Greg said conversationally. He got up, making the excuse that he needed the head, and followed at a leisurely pace.

The nervous looking man wandered to the men’s room, digging a cellphone out of his pocket. He didn’t quite have it as he kept dropping it back in. Greg followed, catching up with him when he got to the door. He was taller than the other man by nearly a foot. He put his arm on the door, hitting hard with his palm as he shoved it open. Pretending to be drunk, he fell into the other man, apologizing for his clumsiness.

Moments later, the cellphone was in his possession and his phone was in the pocket instead. He used the urinal, washing his hands as he engaged the other man in conversation. As he was leaving, he saw the fellow’s hand drop into the pocket. Speeding up, he exited before the man could tell that it wasn’t his phone.

“Hey!” He heard behind him. “Hey!” The voice got more desperate.
“Buddy. Hey!”

A hand grabbed Greg’s arm, desperation in the voice.

“Hey, buddy. I think you got my phone by mistake.” He held Greg’s phone in a trembling hand.

Greg patted his pocket. “Nope, don’t have a phone at all. But hey, that looks like mine. Where’d you find it?”

“In—in my pocket. I really think you’ve got mine, buddy. I know I had it on me.”

“Maybe you dropped it in the bathroom. I’ll help you look.”

© Dellani Oakes

To Purchase Dellani’s Books:

Ninja Tattoo http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/the-ninja-tattoo.htm

Under the Western Sky http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/under-the-western-sky.htm

Indian Summer http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=36&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

Lone Wolf http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=67&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

Rantings of a Frustrated Author

I don’t work outside the home, but sometimes I wish I did. Maybe if I worked somewhere else, I could get something done. I could go the day without dealing with phone calls, people coming to the door and other interruptions that always seem to happen to me. Yes, I would still have those things, but they would be work related. I could devote work time to work details.

I can’t do that at home. The phone rings and the caller wants to chat. They talk and talk and talk. They don’t seem to think that my time is as valuable to me as theirs is to them. It’s convenient for them, so it’s surely a good time for me.

It’s not.

If I’m not at a writing group, fixing a meal or running errands, I’m at my desk doing one of the many, ceaseless jobs that make mine more than a full time job. I hit my desk around 10:00 AM every morning, except for meal breaks and the occasional bathroom visit, I’m there until around 1:00 AM the following morning.

What am I doing in all that time? Twitter posts, Facebook posts, comments, discussions. I’m making the tour of websites helping promote them, I’m working on street teams for other author friends – liking and sharing their posts. Every once in awhile, if I’m very lucky, I get to write! I spend a large portion of my day getting other crap out of the way so I can get some writing time. That usually doesn’t happen until around 10:00 PM

I don’t like being on the phone. I’ve said this many times. What most people don’t know is why. Back in 1988, I had surgery for a benign tumor in my neck. It was on the middle sympathetic nerve ganglion. It was tricky surgery, but I had the world’s most amazing surgeon and he took good care of me. What could have been a disaster, requiring years of therapy and plastic surgery, he miraculously prevented.

However, this surgery left me with some odd and uncomfortable effects which linger even now. 1. I don’t sweat evenly – for awhile it was 1/2 my body, now it’s only from about the neck up. 2. Areas of numbness alternating with areas of extra sensitivity – exacerbated by a blown disc in 2000, which did some minor nerve damage on the same side. 3. A sensitive left jaw & ear. 4. Patches of numbness on my left cheek, again, alternating with extras sensitivity. 5. Permanently blown left pupil. Also, the eye is very sensitive to light. If I’m gonna get a migraine, this is where it starts.

The blown disc, repaired in 2001, contributed to the areas of numbness & sensitivity as well as shoulder pain that will never go away. I am a left ear person when I’m on the phone. Lots of reasons – mostly so I can write or use the mouse to play solitaire when I get stuck on a long call. Also, I hear REALLY well and no phone in my house is quiet enough. My left ear isn’t as acute, I can tolerate voices better with that ear than the right.

Eventually, it gives out. This is usually about 30 minutes into a conversation. That’s it. I’m done. But other people aren’t. They want to keep talking. I’ve reached my limit. There is little I want more than to be out of that call. But I’m nice. I put up with it. I’m not sure why I allow this torture, but I do. Maybe it’s a form of misplaced martyrdom? Perhaps I feel that there’s something wrong with me and I should enjoy this conversation, so I force myself to?

Whatever the case, I’ve had my fill and I can’t get out of that call without resorting to rudeness. I don’t like being rude. I’ve noticed that people will respond to it and do what I want, but I don’t want to be one of those people. You know the ones I mean, the people who are constantly rude and abrupt. One thing I’ll give those folks, no one takes advantage of them. But that’s not me.

However, starting today, I’m doing things a bit differently. The phone is unplugged. It’s going to stay that way until I feel like plugging it back in. Which may be never, to be honest. That’s it. I’m done. After eight calls yesterday – from only two people, I might add – I’ve had enough. I felt horrible anyway, after a night of no electricity and no sleep, all I wanted was a nap. I didn’t get it because of the phone. None of them were short calls either.

I’ve become the Bitchy Author Hermit and I’m going to get a T-shirt with BAH in 10 inch letters on the front. I’m going to figure out how to use the answering machine that came with my phone and I’m going to put a message on there so people will continue to leave me alone even after it’s plugged back in.

I’m willing to exchanged texts as long as they don’t go on forever. That gets on my nerves too. But I can ignore a text. It will still be there when I feel like dealing with it. It can also be deleted if I don’t.

 

Dellani Oakes is a slightly crazy author who gets even more crazy the longer she’s on the phone. To find her books, click here

It Takes a Thief – Part 63

It Takes a Thief coverThe time has come and the team makes ready for their big night out. Jason does his best to hide his jitters.

The limo pulled up to the City Center, stopping by the red carpet. Valets came forward to open the door and help the ladies out. Jason took a deep breath and stepped out. TV and flash cameras greeted them. This was the biggest event of the year and everyone had to be commemorated. Only a few of the reporters even knew who he was and some made a big fuss. One woman rushed forward, microphone at the ready.

Greg stepped between Jason and the reporter as Jason put a protective arm around Taylor.

“Mr. Banes! Mr. Banes! Do you have any comment on the outcome of your trial?”

“Outcome? Why don’t you tell me, love.”

“Are you pleased with the verdict?”

“I’m pleased that the judge thought well enough of me to drop the charges,” he said calmly. “I don’t remember details, only wish I could. But I know I didn’t kill anyone. Now if you’ll excuse me, my fiancée and I are expected inside.”

That set off a whole slew of photographs. Even more reporters tried to get comments, but they walked by without another word. Greg pushed a few nosy cameras aside as they passed, smiling blandly.

“Vultures,” Taylor said through gritted teeth, her smile somewhat forced.

“Oh, aye, love. They are that.”

Greg presented their invitation to the security officers at the door. The men nodded at them in a friendly manner, not giving any indication that they knew them. As they walked through to the lobby, they spotted Alex. Tim was inside, closer to the stage. The women giggled and chattered with Taylor, pointing at celebrities like a bunch of silly little girls.

Greg leaned over to Jason, his face bland. “They do that shit way too well,” he mumbled.

Jason’s smile was sarcastic. “I was just thinking that.” He took Taylor’s arm. “Oi, love, music. Let’s go check out the band before the show starts.” He snapped his fingers at Greg. “See they’re cared for.”

“Yes, Mr. Banes.” Greg bowed slightly as he escorted the ladies to their seats. “If this was real, I’d kick your ass for that,” he muttered knowing Jason could hear him.

“You’d try,” Jason replied quietly. “Then Taylor would kick your sorry ass instead.”

Greg chuckled. “Pussy.”

A lively 70s tune was playing in the ballroom. Jason started a lighthearted routine with Taylor as the notes of Dance With Me played around them. Laughing as they danced, they drew every eye in the room. Even security watched them briefly before going back to work. Jason spotted dozens of people he knew, all of them highly placed in society.

Not far away, he spotted Honoria, surprised to find her there. Then he remembered that her husband’s company was a major sponsor of the event. Of course she’d have to be there for that reason. He wasn’t sure if he should go talk to her, so he decided to wait to see if she acknowledged him or not.

After the dance, Jason and Taylor joined the women at their table. It was quite close to the runway. Jason suspected he’d been placed in a prominent position on purpose. He would be seen the moment a model stepped onto the stage. He sat languidly, feeling anything but calm, his arm draped casually around Taylor’s shoulder, grateful for the fact he’d had his suit and shirt fitted over a bullet proof vest. He wished he had been encased in full body armor, but that wasn’t possible. Instead, he could only pray that Orchid or whoever she’d hired, didn’t go for a head shot. He shifted uneasily in his chair. Taylor leaned over as if nuzzling his neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“I feel like there’s something we haven’t anticipated. She’s up to something, I can feel it.”

“Just paranoid,” Tim’s voice said over the ear piece he wore.

“Promise I’m not. I really think she’s got a heist planned. This many rich people in one spot?”

“She’d expose herself. She couldn’t take us all hostage and kill us,” Taylor said. “Could she?”

Jason gave her a patient look, lips thinning. “I need to speak to Bitsy.”

“Already here, JB,” Bitsy said. “Speak to me, baby.”

“Check the ventilation system immediately. She could gas us all and incapacitate or kill us with very little effort.”

“What makes you think she would?”

“Because I’ve bloody done it,” he said, trying hard to stay calm. “Do I need to look myself?”

“I’m on it.”

“Hurry. Chances are she’ll wait until after the fashion show, but she might not. Did you check the kitchen?” Jason said abruptly.

“The caterers have been there all afternoon….”

“Bitsy, need I remind you that one perfect way to get into a place is on the catering staff? I possess some impeccable credentials in that department. I even know how to light a chafing dish.”

“You’re freaking on me, kid. Keep calm.”

“I’ll keep fucking calm when I know she can’t kill us. She’d likely gas the entire bunch of us just to get me.”

“Oh shit,” Tim said quietly.

“Talk to me,” Bitsy said.

“One second.”

© Dellani Oakes

To Purchase Dellani’s Books:

Ninja Tattoo http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/the-ninja-tattoo.htm

Under the Western Sky http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Oakes_Dellani/under-the-western-sky.htm

Indian Summer http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=36&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

Lone Wolf http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=67&osCsid=8dc4fd3d95717ca205d5a157f3b827a7

We’re Just Getting Started! Fantastic Blog Hop Tour

I need to retitle this We’re Done! Today is the last day of the Fantastic Blog Hop Tour – and what fun it’s been. What a delight getting to know my fellow authors better. I’ve got a stack of new books to read. I hope that we all found a few new followers and readers. It’s all about the books!

If you’ve missed any of our posts over the last nine days, they are all below. The names on the links are the host authors. The name of each featured author is in the heading.

August 15th Dellani Oakes

Dellani Oakes:
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow:
Kristen Duvall:
Karen Vaughan:
Rachel Rueben:
Karina Gioertz:
Juli Page Morgan:
Stephanie Hussey:
Ruth Davis Hays:

August 16th Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow

Dellani Oakes

Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow

Kristen Duvall

Karen Vaughan

Karina Gioertz

Rachel Rueben

Juli Page Morgan

Stepahnie Hussey

Ruth Davis Hays

August 17 – Kristen Duvall

Dellani Oakes
Stephanie Hussey
Kristen Duvall
Ruth Davis Hays
Juli Page Morgan
Karen H. Vaughan
Karina Gioertz
Rachel Rueben

August 18th Ruth Davis Hays
Dellani Oakes
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow
Stephanie Hussey
Kristen Duvall
Ruth Davis Hays
Juli Page Morgan
Karen H. Vaughan
Karina Gioertz
Rachel Rueben

August 19 – Juli Page Morgan

Dellani Oakes
Stepanie Hussey
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow
Ruth Davis Hays
Kristen Duvall
Juli Page Morgan
Karen Vaughan
Karina Gioertz
Rachel Rueben

August 20 – Karen Vaughan

Dellani Oakes

Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow

Ruth Davis Hays

Juli Page Morgan

Stephani Hussey

Karen Vaughan

Karina Gioertz

Rachel Rueben

August 21 – Karina Gioertz

Dellani Oakes
Stephanie Hussey
Ruth Davis Hays
Kristen Duvall
Juli Page Morgan
Karen Vaughan
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow
Rachel Rueben

August 22 – Stephanie Hussey

Dellani Oakes
Stephanie Hussey
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow
Ruth Davis Hays
Kristen Duvall
Karen Vaughan
Juli Page Morgan
Karina Gioertz
Rachel Rueben

August 23 – Rachel Rueben

Dellani Oakes
Stephanie Hussey
Crimson Kildare & Kat Marlow
Ruth Davis Hays
Kristen Duvall
Karen Vaughan
Juli Page Morgan
Karina Gioertz
Rachel Rueben