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Snowed – Part 40

snowed cover image for blogMa, Sarena and Chester meet up with Mike and the others for lunch. They go back to the same restaurant where they ate the night before. Angie asks if it’s awkward keeping kosher.

Chester shrugged, spreading his hands. “Sometimes. I used to eat like anyone else. I even had ham once in awhile. When Sarena’s mother got sick, I made some promises to God. He gave me a few more years before she died. Those were precious years, my dear. I am honoring Him with my renewed faith. So a little awkwardness, some sacrifice, it’s nothing.”

Angie put her hand on his, squeezing his fingers. “I admire you. To have such conviction. I guess it’s something we can lose sight of.”

“I’m thinking of converting,” Ma said. Out of the clear blue, the woman who would not give up Catholicism for my father, was talking about converting?

I know my mouth fell open. I could feel the food drop out of my mouth. “Wha—?” I couldn’t even get a full word, let alone a thought out.

“Really, Marjorie?” This from Sarena. “That’s so great!”

“Ma, really? When did you decide this?”

“Not so long ago,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about it and, well, it seemed the right thing.”

“You never did this when Dad was alive. Why now?”

“Your father, God rest him, never asked. Chester asked me to consider it. I did. And I’ve decided. That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. It’s one of the reasons for the trip.”

“I see. So you spring this on me at lunch?” I had to laugh. “You could of told me on the phone.”

She smiled, her eyes tearing. “You had to meet your new father first,” she said. “I couldn’t tell you that on the phone. You wouldn’t of believed why I was doing it. You’d of made fun.”

“Never, Ma.” But I had to admit, if I hadn’t met the man, I might have doubted her conviction. “Well, maybe. . . .”

“So, this means you two will be brother and sister?” Steve kicked me under the table.

“Shit!” I immediately regretted my outburst. “Sorry. . . . Man, Steve, that’s not to tease over.”

“I think that’s a subject to discuss at another time,” Chester interposed.

“Or not at all,” I added.

Not funny—at all. Chester steered the conversation away from the subject of marriage, faith and relationships, for which I was very grateful. Sarena watched me through the whole meal, eyes full of concern. When we had finished the meal, she took me aside as the others said farewell.

“That’s really got you upset, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“We’re not blood kin, how is that a big deal?”

“It’s not, but think of the potential here.”

“Potential for what?”

“Misunderstandings. Comments, teasing. . . . God, my brother could get a million hours of tease potential from last night alone!”

“You’re worried about a brother who lives in New York City.” She brushed me cheek with her cool fingers. “He’s a thousand miles away, give or take. . . .”

“He’s obnoxious,” I started to say.

“Maybe he’ll be happy for us. For all four of us. My dad obviously loves your mother and she loves him. And dammit, Mike! I’m falling in love with you. So can we just accept it for what it is and not question what we have?”

“You’re right,” I said, kissing her softly. “You’re absolutely right.”

“Come on, you two!” Steve called. “The bus is leaving!”

“I’ll see you later,” Sarena said. “I’m going to help your mother start dinner.”

“So soon?”

“Got some preparation to do. Clearing and cleaning. . . . It’s okay. I did it before when Dad went kosher. You know, we’ll have two sets of dishes, we could do it too.”

“We?” I looked stunned. When had we become We? Not that I minded, I was thrilled!

“Aren’t we a We?” She asked in kind of an offended tone.

“I hope so,” I said. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to learn to dance alone and that totally sucks. Cause there’s no one I want to dance with but you.”

She knew I wasn’t talking about dancing and that was probably the coolest part of the entire conversation. Steve honked the horn.

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Sea of Destiny – Part 33 by Dellani Oakes

Sea of Destiny continues

Indigo Sea Press Blog

sea of destiny coverDr. West isn’t convinced that Kyle is legitimately interested in Emily. He fears that Kyle is just after her money, much like her ex-husband was.

“Mr. Scott, you’ve convinced me and I don’t convince easily. Maybe you are the right one to go. I’ll set it up.”

“Can you reach someone at this hour?”

“Watch me.” He grinned. “I’ll call your cabin when it’s done. And do me a favor, will you ask Carmelita to meet me for drinks?”

“Ask her yourself when you call. She’ll think I’m being a smart ass.”

Conceding the point with a nod, the doctor picked up the phone. Kyle waved and left. A different nurse was on duty than the one he had danced with. She stopped him as he headed toward the door.

“You’re Ms. Geraci’s friend, aren’t you? The dancer?”

Kyle chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I dance, but…

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Meet Van Driscole – Undiscovered

Get to know and love Van Driscole!

Love Under the Sun

Undiscovered by Dellani Oakes - 200What is your name?

My name is Van Driscole.

What is your story?

My story is told in Undiscovered by Dellani Oakes

What is your biggest fear?

I’m afraid I’m going to do something stupid and let Scott down or get Cadence killed.

What would you give up everything to have?

There’s nothing so important that I’d give up everything else for it. But I would give up a lot if I could find a woman like Cadence.

What is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made and are you going to be able to rectify it?

Dude, I’ve made so many mistakes, I can’t even count them all. None of them were all that big, but I’m still young. I’ve got time to make some really huge ones before I go.

What food would you never eat?

I may be a country boy, but you won’t find me eating raccoon…

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Snowed – Part 39

snowed cover image for blogSteve and Mike go outside so Steve can have a smoke. While there, Mike sees Miss Parker, who works there part time. He realizes, too late, that she has a crush on him. Mike calls Polly to let her know that surgery went well. Instead, he talks to Sarena who teases that he doesn’t want to talk dirty to her because he’ll get a boner in public.

“Pretty much guessed it in one,” I said with an uncomfortable laugh. “I miss you.”

“Me too. Be good.”

“Baby, I’m always good,” I countered and hung up as she laughed.

“That better not have been my sister-in-law you were talking to like that,” Steve said, pretending to frown.

“Oh, sure. I’m gonna talk dirty to a nursing mother.”

I punched him, satisfied that I knocked him back a step. Steve is built a lot like me, maybe an inch or so shorter, but probably stronger. He laughed, punching me back. I staggered.

“Hey, I’m off duty,” one of the nurses called after us. “Don’t make me come over there!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him—much,” I replied.

“Male bonding,” one of the other women smirked.

“There’s only one way to bond with a male,” another countered. “And he sure as hell better not hit me in the process!” That got some laughs.

We bid the smokers a fond farewell and headed back to the waiting room. The girls were packed up and ready to hit the road. We went by to pick up Sarena and Polly. Jesse wanted her nap, so we agreed to take her by later during visiting hours. I called Ma to let her and Chester know we were going to lunch and they joined us at the same restaurant where we had dinner.

Steve lingered behind with me as we let the ladies in the door. “So, who was the quiet one you were talking to? Pretty thing.”

“She’s a teacher at one of the elementary schools. Miss Parker. Funny, I don’t know her first name. I think it’s something like Annette, Annie? Very pleasant, shy.”

“Has she got a thing for you?”

“I didn’t think so until today, but yeah. Damn, I wish I’d known before all this. . . .” He gestured at the chatty group of women.

“She’s sweet, but could you see her hold her own with this group? Now, Sarena, she fits right in like a long lost sister.”

We watched the women organizing the tables, getting the waiters to pull them together so we could sit in a big group. The guys were all over themselves to help out. Even the gay one was flirting with Sarena. I had to laugh. What was I gonna do? She was the only one obviously not married. Besides, she was pouring it on like a fiend.

I made sure I sat by her. When we had all ordered, she got up to go to the restroom with the others, I held her back a moment.

“You should get your luggage and check out of your room,” I whispered.

“Your mother did that for me last night. Since all I did was have my bags in there and use one towel, they didn’t even charge for the room. Daddy brought my things to your place after the cookware episode.”

“Sweet. . . .” My lips naturally dropped on hers. I didn’t have eyes for anyone else in the room. Time screeched to a sudden halt as my heart did a few flips flops.

“I really do need to run to the bathroom,” she giggled, kissing my nose. “Save my spot?”

“It is my one desire,” I said with a smirk.

“No, it’s not,” she countered, flashing me a glimpse of her chest as she got up. “But it will have to do for now.”

Sarena followed the babbling crowd of sisters.

“So, who’s staying over tonight?” Ma asked.

“I’m taking the girls back this afternoon,” Steve replied. “But Angie and I will spend the night. Ang didn’t like the idea of Jesse being alone over there. It kept her up most of the night.”

“We should call Jesse’s daughter to come stay. You can’t put your lives on hold,” I said.

“Already done. She’ll be there tomorrow. So, for tonight, we have the place to ourselves. Kind of like a second honeymoon—no kids. . . .”

“Don’t get too wild,” Chester said with a bland expression. “You might scare Jesse and she’ll call the cops on you.”

“We’ll try to keep it down,” Steve smirked, his eyes twinkling.

The ladies joined us just as the food was being brought out. Again, the meal was delicious.

“This has become my favorite restaurant,” I said with a slight burp. “I wish I could eat here all the time.”

“Well, we’re cooking tonight,” Ma said with a happy smile. “We got our cookware all set and dishes. . . .”

“Isn’t it awkward keeping kosher?” Angie asked. “I mean, I understand the reasoning behind it. But separate refrigerators, cookware, dishes?”

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Sometimes It Begins with a Name

More about The Ninja Tattoo and Conduct Unbecoming!

Florida Family Series by Dellani Oakes

cropped-the-ninja-tattoo-by-dellani-oakes-200.jpgSometimes, it begins with a name, that compelling first line, the one that echoes in your head until it’s written down. Other times, it starts with a description that won’t leave my mind.

When I wrote The Ninja Tattoo, I was overwhelmed with the description, but the name wasn’t far behind. I don’t know where the name Teague McMurtry came from. It sprang onto the page with a description and details about him before I knew what was happening.

Inspired by something that happened to me, The Ninja Tattoo was my way of exploring an incident that was really strange and defied other explanation. I don’t know what compelled the bikers I encountered, but I could discover and explain what happened to Teague.

The first line is simple: Early morning sun set the sky on fire, glistening off the water, momentarily blinding him.

When I wrote that sentence, I remembered…

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A Little White Lie – Part 3

Wil gets unexpected visitors and an abrupt end to his vacation. He breaks camp and is about half done when the team comes to collect him. Among them is a Corporal he knows, Penny Stennis. He greets her in his usual, seductive way.

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverWil gets unexpected visitors and an abrupt end to his vacation. He breaks camp and is about half done when the team comes to collect him. Among them is a Corporal he knows, Penny Stennis. He greets her in his usual, seductive way.

Penny melted against him despite her resolve not to. Barry must be going nuts with jealousy, but what could she do? When Wil was around, she couldn’t think straight. All that she had in mind was feeling his strong, lean body sweating next to hers, his arms holding her tight, his thighs against….

“What?” He’d spoken to her. “I’m sorry, Colonel?”

“Come on, Penny, tell me Greyling’s plans.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbling an earlobe.

“Honestly… Colonel… Wil, I don’t… know.”

His hands traveled over her body, leaving a tingling trail in their wake. Barry cleared his throat loudly, demanding their attention.

“Ready to go, sir.” His…

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Snowed – Part 38

snowed cover image for blogMike and Steve are bored, so they explore the hospital, locate the gift show and coffee shop, where they have a second breakfast and chat.

“How did a nice New York City boy like you end up here?” He held out his arms to indicated the entire city.

“Car trouble.” I told him my tale.

We were laughing when we got back to the waiting room. Angie was the only one awake. Her sisters were curled up on couches using our jackets as pillows. Steve wanted a smoke and we really needed to get outside, but didn’t want to wake them. It wasn’t all that cold out, the sun was warm, so we were fine in our sweaters and flannels.

We had to walk off hospital property to a secluded smoking area at the back of a shopping center next door. The banished smokers huddled together under a side-less canopy, shivering in the shade. We opted for standing in the sun. As Steve smoked, we chatted with the men and women on their breaks. One woman looked fairly familiar. It took me a minute to realize it was Miss Parker, the teacher.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” I said, when she invited me to sit down.

“Part time on weekends and school holidays. I’m also a C.N.A., but I’m working on my nursing degree.”

“Why teach then?”

“It pays better than this, but this gives me a foot in the door when I have my R.N.”

I nodded agreeing that made sense.

“I’m pulling as much overtime as I can. I just lost my apartment.”

“No kidding? I’m sorry to hear that. You got a place to stay?”

“Yes, I’m staying with a friend. It’s okay.” She paused, not quite looking at me. “I want to thank you again for driving us on the field trip. The kids like you and they always behave better when you’re around.”

I laughed, finding that ironic. “I was always the cut up,” I told her. “If it was there to get in trouble over, I was the one in the middle of it. I got to be known as the Instigator. Teachers trembled in their shoes when they got me in class.”

“You look like a trouble maker,” she teased. “It’s all over your face.”

I rubbed my palms vigorously against my skin. “Dammit, Steve! You’re supposed to tell me things like that!”

“I wanted to see their reaction,” he drawled, playing along. His phone rang before he could say anything more. “It’s Ang.” He took a step away from the table. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but he was smiling when he came back.

“Molly’s in recovery. Surgery went very well. Doc suggests taking the ladies to lunch and coming back later. Molly should be waking up by then.”

“Great! You want to call Polly or should I?”

“Why don’t you? I need another smoke before I go back in. I swear, I’m trying to quit. Then shit like this happens and I stress. Molly’s like my mom too,” he confessed. “And I’m having to be Mr. Backbone. Thanks, Mike. You can’t imagine how much easier it is having you to share this with.”

“No problem. No place else I’d rather be.”

He shook my hand, smiling knowingly. “Yeah, there is, but not worth mentioning.”

“Hell, dude,” I whispered. “She wore me out last night. I’m gonna need a nap!”

“Call Polly,” he admonished, realizing that the others could hear us.

I noticed Miss Parker looked disappointed. It suddenly struck me that one reason she asked me to drive the bus was she had kind of a crush on me. Shit! Way to put your foot right up your ass, Mike.

I called Molly’s house and Sarena answered. “Polly’s nursing the baby,” she said quietly. “Our folks went shopping for cooking utensils. I couldn’t quite face the two of everything shopping trip, so I stayed here. What’s up?”

I gave her the update, which she passed on to Polly and Jesse. I heard the front door open and close as she walked outside.

“Now we have a moment alone. I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” I murmured, stepping further away from the canopy and its occupants. “I can’t wait to get back home and see you.”

“I know, but we have obligations. . . .”

“Unfortunately. I’d talk dirty to ya, but there are others around.”

“You don’t want to have a boner with an audience, is that it?”

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