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Sea of Destiny – Part 37 by Dellani Oakes

Sea of Destiny continues. Emily gets her healing, but Fr. Michael has something to tell Kyle that could change his life forever.

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sea of destiny coverThe healing complete, Father Michael has to recover his strength. Although it seriously tests his faith, Kyle has to admit that Emily looks better. He can only hope and pray that she truly is healed.

“I’m not the one you should thank. Your Heavenly Father is responsible for this, not me. I’m just the conduit.”

Kyle dropped to his knees, praying quietly, giving thanks to God for Emily’s healing. He knew she was well, he could feel it. Underneath his joy, something lurked. There was the matter of payment that the priest had mentioned.

“You told me at the mission there was something I must do for you.” Kyle rose, his eyes wary.

“Yes. Gentlemen, I beg your indulge once more. I need to speak to Kyle alone.”

“Certainly, Father.” Pablo bowed respectfully, leaving immediately.

Sighing heavily, Dr. West followed him. Once the door was closed, Fr. Michael focused on…

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Something New – Part 11

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She eyed him critically. “Nope, can’t be cute anymore. You’ll have to settle for handsome.”

“I suppose I’ll have to sacrifice, then. Pity. I liked being cute.” He pulled a ridiculous pout, tossing his magnificent mane of hair.

“Austin!” Irving yelled. He gave the impression that he’d spoken to the leading actor more than once. Glowering, he waited several seconds before continuing. “Do I have your full attention?”

“As full as it’s likely to get. You’ll have to settle for semi-divided with an excuse,” Austin replied, holding up a finger. “I’m standing next to the world’s most beautiful woman.” He gestured to Liat. “You can’t expect to win my full attention, mate. Not possible.”

Irving glared at him, clearly furious. He didn’t like how close Liat stood to Austin or the fact he put his hand over hers.

“Ready for blocking,” Irving commanded. “Where’s your script?” He glared at Austin.

Dwight scurried forward, handing it to him. He’d tossed it aside to do his squats. Grinning, Austin waved it and clicked open a mechanical pencil.

“Armed and ready, sir,” Austin replied, wielding the script like a sword.

Liat hid a smile. He sounded less than deferential. In fact, he managed to make sir sound like an insult instead of a term of respect.

They worked on blocking for nearly an hour before Irving was satisfied. He kept changing his mind, then yelled at the actors for getting it wrong.

“Break! Everyone take ten.” He threw up his hands. “I can’t work like this. I can’t work with him. He’s impossible.”

Austin scurried over to Dwight. “Does he mean me?”

“Yup.”

“What did I do? I thought I was doing well.”

“You’re fine. He’s trying to make you look bad and he can’t.”

“What’s he doing now?”

Irving was on the phone, talking heatedly, gesturing wildly, from time to time he pointed at Austin. Red in the face, he did everything but yell. He was furious, but controlled. It was terrifying. Had he lost his temper and hollered, it would have been less intimidating.

“I imagine he’s complaining about you.”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“Saving an innocent woman from his dastardly clutches.”

“Oh that. He’s still pissed about that?”

“Guess his ego couldn’t handle it.”

“Do I need to worry about my job?”

Dwight put his hands on Austin’s shoulders. “Have you seen your numbers? Do you know how well loved you are?”

“No. I don’t pay attention. I just want to work.”

“You’re the network’s golden boy. Who do you think they’re more likely to fire, the pain in the ass director who’s inordinately difficult to work with and pisses off the entire cast and crew—or you?”

Austin chuckled. “When you put it that way—guess I’d best pack my bags.”

Dwight laughed loudly, pulling Austin into an unexpected hug. They watched as Irving thrust the phone at the assistant director and stormed off. Sandy took the offending phone, putting it to her ear. She nodded, smiling shakily.

“Yes, ma’am. Yes. I completely understand. You bet. And thank you.” She hung up, grinning. “Everyone, gather round.”

They grouped around her expectantly.

“I just got off the phone with the producer. She’s very interested in what’s been going on over here and plans to visit later today. In the meantime, I’m in charge. It’s Friday. What does that mean?”

“Everyone works on Friday,” they chorused loudly.

“That’s right! Now, you lot!” She put on a fair imitation of Austin’s accent. “Time to work! Hustle, now! Chop chop. Time is money, and all that.”

Austin stepped forward, taking her hand to his lips. “Congratulations. You deserve this.” He raised her hand above her head. “Huzzah!” He yelled. “Hip hip!”

The others yelled “Hooray!”

They repeated that three times, clapped and took their places.

“What’s happening to Irving?” Austin asked her quietly.

“Lost his job in disgrace. Seems she didn’t like what he was saying about you and a certain brunette.”

“What? We didn’t do anything. We had dinner and ran lines.”

“Which is why she didn’t appreciate what he was saying. Go on, get to work!”

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Something New – Part 10

something new coverUncharacteristically, Dwight offers Austin a ride to work. He wants to chat with Austin about Liat, among other things.

“Have I mentioned, ever, that at least ninety percent of what you say completely baffles me? And the other ten is hazy.”

His friend laughed quietly. “Once or twice. In this case, I mean that you seem blind to your own appeal. You’re funny, charming, passably good looking.”

“Passably—what?” Austin didn’t know whether or not to be offended.

Dwight chuckled as he pulled into his parking place. “You’re not my type, but I see the appeal.”

“I feel like my head is all out of proportion. Chin to pronounced, big nose, floppy ears, forehead that goes back a mile and my eyes are squinty.” He pulled funny faces as he spoke.

“Go get your makeup and hair done, squint boy.”

“Yes, Mum.” Austin stuck out his tongue as he walked backwards toward Rochelle’s area.

After nearly tripping over equipment and people, he turned around. Rochelle and Bunny were much happier with his hair. It took very little time to set him to rights, so he went to the catering table for a cup of tea and a plate of madeleines. He cast about for Liat and saw her coming from makeup. He smiled and waved. She wandered over and sat with him. A waiter brought her tea and a plate of scones and madeleines.

“What wonderful service! They know what I like before I know myself.”

“It’s their job and they’re good at it. Did you sleep well?”

“Still getting used to the nighttime noises. It’s very quiet where I’m from.”

“London? Quiet?” He chuckled.

“Outside, really, in the country. I grew up in London, but after college, I moved out. It’s so quiet, I can hear the stream behind my house trickle.”

“You can’t!”

She giggled. “No, but I can hear crickets and birds and other lovely things. There’s always something going on here. Sirens, car motors, stereo systems thrumming, trains rumbling. It’s horrible. I am at a decent hotel, but it’s downtown and still noisy.”

“I don’t even notice. I find comfort in the everyday noise, I suppose. It’s when it’s very quiet or the sounds change that I become nervous. Quiet means danger, where I come from.”

She put her hand on his. “Was it very awful?”

He shrugged, shaking his head as he gazed at his teacup. “I don’t think about it anymore.”

“Places in ten,” Sandy announced over the PA system.

“I need to make a call,” Austin said, pointing to the restroom.

Liat nodded. She needed to go herself.

When Austin came out, Dwight handed him a script.

“I don’t need this.”

“Keep Irv happy, he’s on a tear.”

“Why?”

“Might be replaced. Apparently someone complained about him to the producer.” He winked.

“What did you do?”

“Me? Not a thing!” His tone was unconvincing.

“Thank you,” Austin murmured, flipping through the pages.

There were a few minor changes, but mostly it was the same script they had studied last night. Since he and Liat were in the first scene, they began their vocal warm ups. Austin combined his vocal exercises with squats and pushups. He’d do more later, when he wasn’t filming. He took snatches of time during the day to work out in order to maintain his physique. He also got horribly bored sitting around waiting to do his scenes.

He ended his squats with a few jumps like a Russian dancer, arms folded, toes up, landing on his heels. The cast and crew stopped talking, watching him instead. Somewhat self-conscious, he hammed it up, adding vocalizations and humming the Russian dance from Nutcraker. To his surprise, three of the actors joined him, one of them was Liat. They danced and laughed while the others whooped and clapped. When they were done, they took a bow to thunderous applause.

“That’s one for the gag reel,” the cameraman yelled, clapping.

“You got that?” Austin was mortified.

The man chuckled, patting his camera fondly.

“Can we get to work now, people?” Irving bellowed. “We have a schedule to follow.”

All business, the cast and crew went back to work. Liat wandered over to Austin, waiting for the crew to finish their set up.

“You’re very good. Have you been dancing long?”

“Since I was a kid. A child can make good money as a hoofer on the street. Adults, not so much. I was lucky that I was small for my age and could pass for ten even at fifteen. Then I grew and I was no longer cute.”

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Dellani’s Alphabet Challenge Letter K – The Kahlea, Lone Wolf Book 4

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ABC ChallengeThe Kahlea is book four in my sci-fi series. The people on Shakazhan have decided to explore their planet inside and out. They discovered some time ago that the planet of Shakazhan is an artificial construct, like a living ship—a space age, psychotic Noah’s Ark, full of creatures, which are the results of experiments by The Maker. Knowing they need allies from the folk below, Wil sends an exploratory force. Unfortunately, they run across something that makes them act completely out of character for a bunch of grown men and women, most of whom are Galactic Marines.

Kindred scanner skittered across the stone, sliding out of sight. Kaz started to rise, going slowly toward his device, but Mitch jumped after it, holding it out of Kaz’s reach. Cold fury filled Kaz. Keeping a tenuous rein on his temper, he stood clenching his fists. Above all else, Kaz was a professional…

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A Little White Lie – Part 20

Sci-Fi and Fantasy by Dellani

white lie coverWil determines that Rashima isn’t what she seems, but she still manages to get her hooks into him. She very nearly convinced him to let her go.

Wil woke feeling as if he’d been hit by a tank. His mouth was dry, his eyes hurt and his head felt swollen. The ringing in his ears had been replaced by a pounding like a pile driver.

As soon as he struggled to sit up, Penny was beside him, giving him a supporting hand. Her eyes held concern, not just on a professional level. She flung herself at his chest, grabbing him tightly as if her life depended upon this one embrace. Wil lost his balance, collapsing on the bed once more.

“Penny,” he said thickly. “What?”

“Oh, Wil, I was so worried! Don’t ever do that again!”

“Whadidido?” He could barely enunciate.

“That woman.”

“Rashima?” His head was clearing. “What about…

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Something New – Part 9

something new coverAustin heads home, sharing the leftovers with his driver. When he gets there, he finds Dwight hanging out, playing music while he waits for Austin. Dwight watches while Austin sets his alarm, and goes home.

Austin woke before his alarm. He turned it off and got up, feeling better than he had in several weeks. He had something and someone to look forward to. The prospect of seeing Liat made him smile. He hoped that saying something to Sandy would help. He was tired of getting used to new people every few weeks. It was disconcerting. A real man wouldn’t go through women so quickly, at least he never had.

A player would, but he wasn’t a player. He liked a steady woman. Unfortunately, the ones he’d met lately hadn’t been so much interested in his personality as what he did for a living. The idea of being the girlfriend of a famous actor made all the difference. Women who wouldn’t have looked at him twice otherwise, were flashing him from the crowd and trying to get in his pants. That was fun for awhile, but it soon lost its appeal.

He shaved and showered, seeing that someone had replaced his scented shampoo with unscented. Probably Dwight. He took care of those troublesome details. Having an assistant was wonderful. His memory tended to edit small details, but Dwight remembered everything. He made a mental note to thank him.

A quick breakfast of leftover scones and tea completed his wake-up process. There was a tap at his door—That’ll be Dwight checking on me. He answered with a grin.

“All set. Thanks for checking. And thanks for the shampoo.”

“Doing my job.”

“Yes, and I’m grateful for that, too. You see to the details. It’s bloody marvelous.”

Dwight chuckled. “Want a ride?”

“The car is coming, isn’t it?”

“I can call and cancel. We can ride in together.”

“Okay. Let me get my phone and wallet.” He retrieved them from the bedroom, putting them in the pockets of his jeans as he strolled to the door.

Dwight was in the hall, concluding his call.

“What’s going on? You rarely want to drive in together. You say we see one another all day.”

“We’re going to have a chat.”

“Must we? What about?”

“Liat.”

That got Austin’s attention. He sat up, giving Dwight all his attention.

“I called Sandy last night and told her what you said. She was delighted, though we both sense it won’t please Irving.”

Austin made a disgusted noise. “God himself wouldn’t please that man.”

“Are you kidding? He is God.” Dwight chuckled.

“Must have missed the memo on that.” Austin paused, waiting for Dwight to continue. When he didn’t, Austin decided to prompt him. “Well?”

“She’s been waiting for you to say something.”

“All this time? That’s what they wanted?”

“I don’t know. That’s what she wanted, anyway. She said she’ll take it up the ladder.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“She’ll call her boss—our boss—the producer.”

“Can we complain about Irving the same way?”

“Oh, you don’t like pervy Irv?”

“Not entirely, no. He’s rude and condescending, as if I’m not smart enough to understand him.”

“You’re smarter than any ten people put together. He’s the idiot. Just because he’s got his PhD in film, he thinks he’s someone.” Dwight gave an expressive shrug as he turned into the studio lot.

Stopping at the gate, he flirted with the guard on duty. She was a woman of medium good looks and a muscular build. She’d always scared Austin a little. She smiled and laughed at Dwight, passing them through with ease.

“How do you do that?” he asked. “Flirt with women, when you’re gay.”

“It’s easy. I pretend they’re men with boobs.” Dwight chuckled. “It’s all acting, dear. Like I used to do, before I came out.”

“Out? Oh—yes, I see. You’re very good at it. I don’t chat up girls well.”

“You seemed to be doing all right with Liat.”

“She’s easy to talk to. She thinks I’m funny.”

“And charming.”

“Me? Least charming man I know.”

Dwight shook his head. “Go on thinking that, sonny boy. It won’t get you laid, but might keep you warm at night.”

“Have I mentioned, ever, that at least ninety percent of what you say completely baffles me? And the other ten is hazy.”

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