Archive | January 2015

Mirrored – A Teague McMurtry Mystery

A short excerpt from Mirrored – a Teague McMurtry Mystery

Florida Family Series by Dellani Oakes

beach 1Aileen Aroma bugged me to write another Teague McMurtry novel, so I did! I started this January 1, 2015 and finished it January 24, 2015. I do apologize, Aileen, Teague isn’t in it that much, but you are!

Teague’s cousin, Jed, is recovering from a very nasty knife injury sustained on the job. Now, he’s on medical leave, finding that leisure isn’t something he handles well. Teague and Vivica have finally moved into her house, so Jed has taken up residence in the house on Riverside Drive.


Jed woke in a cold sweat to the sound of someone knocking on his front door. Stiff and uncomfortable, he slipped on a pair of gym shorts and hobbled to the living room. Whoever it was hadn’t stopped knocking.

“I’m coming!” he bellowed. “Give it a fucking rest!” Usually, only his brother or cousins made that much noise. The knocking continued. “Jesus…

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Detective Walter Scott, No Relation to the Poet – Undiscovered

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Undiscovered by Dellani Oakes - 200What is your story?

My story is told in Undiscovered.

Who are you?

My name is Walter Scott, no relation to the famous Scottish poet. I’m a police detective.

Where do you live?

I live in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Are you the hero of your own story?

I’d love to be an egoist and say yes, but no, not really. I’m just doing my job and sometimes I get it right.

What is your problem in the story?

Someone shot Connor Griswald on my watch. A young lady saw a man run away from the crime scene and now I’ve got the job of trying to keep her safe.

Have you ever run from conflict?

I don’t run if I can confront it. The only reason to run is to give myself time to regroup for a counter attack.

How do you see yourself?

I’m just an average guy trying…

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My Name is Cadence Stuart – Undiscovered

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63a75-undiscovered2bby2bdellani2boakes2b-2b500What is your story?

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Who are you?

Cadence Stuart. I’m a music teacher at the college, but I also show condos in my building, part time, to make extra money.

Where do you live?

I live in a beachside condo in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Are you the hero of your own story?

Oh, not at all! In fact, I feel like such a little girl, being all scared and protected. Not that I don’t help out, just no gun toting of me, thanks!

What is your problem in the story?

I had the bad luck to see a perpetrator leaving a crime scene. He got a good look at me, so now I have to go into hiding so he can’t kill me.

Have you ever run from conflict?

I’m running now! The conflict keeps finding me, though.

How do you…

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Snowed – Part 26

snowed cover image for blogMike decides to call Chester and find out when they plan to be in town, since he’s having to work extra late for the field trip. Instead of talking to Chester, he speaks to Sarena, Chester’s daughter. he finds that she’s a lot of fun and very easy to talk to. He gives her tips on traveling with his mother.

Sarena laughed loudly and I immediately liked this woman. If she could laugh at my devious plans to keep my mother subdued, she was my kind of woman.

“You’re evil, Mike. I knew I’d like you. I wish we’d talked to you about this before.”

“I can share these tidbits with you because you’re not the man dating my mother. Could you imagine me telling him this?”

“Daddy would blow a gasket. Anymore tips?”

“Got any soft music? Play something quiet, she’ll fall asleep. She likes Patsy Cline and stuff like that.”

“I’ll see what Dad’s got in the way of CD’s. He’s only got a few. So, what kind of music to you like, Michael?”

“Depends on my mood. I’m more of a heavy metal guy, but I’ll listen to just about anything if I’m in the mood.”

“And if your mood is frisky?”

“Now you make me sound like a puppy. I promise, I’m all grown up and potty trained.”

“You’re evading my question.”

“It’s a fairly personal question. Maybe I’m shy.”

“You? I venture to say there’s not a shy bone in your body.”

“Not so much. I’d invite you to find out, but that’s maybe not the most polite thing to say to a woman I never met, huh?”

“One thing you’ll learn about me, Mike. I’m not awfully shy either. I’ve seen your picture,” she left that statement hanging.

“Which one?”

“The one at your brother’s wedding.”

I was best man under protest. I looked pretty damn good in the tux though. She must have thought so too.

“I didn’t even know you existed until my mother called me last week. I’m not up to speed on this whole thing.”

“That’s okay. You look like a man who can keep up.”

“I try not to disappoint.”

“Cheese it,” she whispered huskily, sounding like Bugsy Malone. “Your Ma’s coming.”

“Then I’d better say goodbye. Remember what I told you.”

“Thanks, Mike. I’m looking forward to meeting you in person.”

“Me too. Call me if you need anymore tips.”

“Will do. Probably at the next rest stop.”

Laughing, we hung up. I held the phone, thinking I’d finally hit a goldmine. Sarena Mayer sounded like my kind of woman. You might think with all the action I’d had lately, that anyone was my kind of woman, but you would be wrong. I like someone who can be ladylike and seductive, earthy, gritty and lacy. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and doesn’t get pissed off when I do. I like a woman who isn’t shy about her needs in the bedroom and who doesn’t mind my tendency toward experimental sex. I also need a woman who’s smart enough to keep up with me and keeps me on my toes, making me do my best. Since I’ve yet to find a woman who is all these things, I held onto the slender hope that Sarena had at least 95% of these traits. Even 90. Face it, I’d settle for 85%. It was too much to hope that she would be all 100% perfect for me. But I could hope.

Around 7:00 PM, my cell rang. It wasn’t a number I recognized, but it was the same area code and exchange as Chester’s.

“Hi, Mike.” It was Sarena.

“Hi! Did the day go any better?”

“Much! Thank you. I didn’t dope her yet, but the magazines helped a lot. They’re up in their room and I’m searching the grocery store down the block for more ammunition. Does she like chocolate?”

“Loves it, but it makes her talk ninety miles to nothing. If you get candy, get sugar free butter mints. She likes those and they don’t make her hyper. Oh, keep the liquids minimal and don’t get salty snacks.”

We chatted as she made her way through the store. As I imparted my knowledge of Ma, she laughed in all the right spots.

“I was prepared not to like you,” she said suddenly.

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Cause I’ve met your brother.”

“Nux Vomica,” I said with a gag.

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The next morning, Cadence and Scott know they have to find a better solution to her protection dilemma. He plans to contact his boss as soon as possible, to get her around the clock surveillance.
“So, what will they do with me?” Cadence asked suddenly.
“As far as protection? No idea. Sometimes we take a witness to a hotel. Other times, we patrol the neighborhood. Different levels of protection depending on circumstances.”
She nodded, sniffling as she cleared her plate. “I want to thank you again, Scott. I know you didn’t have to do what you did.”
“Can’t have my star witness scared and alone, can I?” He stood, bringing his things to the sink. 
Cadence turned quickly, finding him directly behind her. She hadn’t heard him walk up. She was in tears again. Scott put his plate on the counter and took her in his arms. She pressed her…

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Snowed – Part 25

snowed cover image for blogMuch to his surprise, Mike is contacted by Mystery Date on Facebook. She doesn’t give her real name, and her account is listed only as Echo.

“You don’t remember my name, do you.” It wasn’t a question. She knew.


“Because I never told you.” Another smiley face.

“Why the mystery and suspense? You married?”

There was a pause and I knew what was coming. “It’s complicated,” she replied. “But I do want to see you again. I had a great time. Really great.”

“Me too. The greatest ever. I never met a woman who wanted it so much in so many different ways. That was pretty hot. You live locally? We could get together before Friday. . . .”

“I can’t. But I want to feel you inside me again. . . .” And she proceeded to talk way dirty to me for the next 45 minutes.

All of a sudden, she’s gone. No goodbye, no nothing. She cut off mid-sentence and went off line.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” I quoted Alice in Wonderland. Hey, I don’t have an English Lit degree for nothing, right?

I didn’t feel quite so bad about not knowing who she was. Apparently she’d gone to some trouble to keep me from finding out. I had to wonder who she was and how she ended up at my party. Shelly obviously didn’t know who she was either, so I would have to dig a little deeper. Meanwhile, I figured I needed to call Chester and find out what time they would be in on Friday. Keeping in mind they were starting their trip on Tuesday, today, I called his cell. A woman answered. It wasn’t my mother, so I assumed it was Sarena.

“Hi, it’s Michael Reuben. I’m calling for Chester.”

“Oh, hi, Mike. It’s Sarena. Daddy’s driving. Let me put you on speaker.”

“No need. You can probably answer this for me. I’m having to work extra long on Friday. I wondered if you had an estimated time of arrival?”

She held a short, slightly muffled conversation with her father. I could picture her holding the phone to her chest. It gave me a cheap thrill to be that close to another woman’s tits. Stupid, right? Considering the last few days, sex should be the last thing on my mind. Unfortunately, it kinda made it worse, cause I had no idea when the next time was gonna be. Talking dirty with Echo had brought the whole subject to my mind in vivid detail. If she did even half of what she said, I’d die happy buried balls deep in a beautiful woman.

“Daddy said to tell you, we’ll be in probably around three o’clock, maybe slightly after. We’re making quite a few rest stops,” she said politely.

Having traveled with my mother, I understood. The woman can’t sit in a car for an extended trip. She’s always having to pee, get a drink, stretch her legs, you name it. She doesn’t drive, so she doesn’t consider what a pain it is to make a lot of stops and stay on a schedule. As soon as I was old enough to assert myself, some of that stopped, but I still didn’t go anywhere with her that I didn’t absolutely have to. I had to pity Chester and Sarena. They were saints.

“That’s okay, then. I’ve got a field trip that doesn’t get back until four. Then I check in the bus and I should be home before five o’clock. You can go to the motel, check in and freshen up, grab a nap. I’ll come by and we can all go to dinner. There’s a nice spot right by the motel, in walking distance.

“Sounds good. I’ll tell Daddy.”

“Am I on speaker?”

“No.” She sounded kind of surprised.

I lowered my voice to nearly a whisper. “Is she making you completely insane yet?”

“You can talk a little louder. We’ve stopped again. She’s in the bathroom.”


“Yeah, somewhat. Poor Daddy. She doesn’t like the interstate much.”

“Tip for future reference, Ma doesn’t like much about road trips. Whose idea was this fiasco?”

“That I don’t know,” she said evasively.

“I’m sure he’s regretting it already.”

She giggled, dropping her voice. I heard the car door open and shut. “You can believe that! I think he regretted it before we even got out of the City. I thought her backseat driving was going to make the poor man blow a gasket.”

“Get her talking about her soap operas. It will distract her for awhile. It might make you crazy, but it will keep her off your dad’s case and give him a break. When you stop in town, and you will, pick up some gossip rags and celebrity magazines. You’ll have a little peace. Also, slip her some Dramamine or Benadryl.”

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