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Something New – Part 21

something new coverAt home again, Austin runs the gauntlet down the hall. His floor is home to two (of three) brothers, all of whom have twins or triplets. It’s apparently bath time and the dads are having trouble keeping track of their children.

The naked child ran across the hall again, trailing bubbles and water. His father made a grab and missed because the other child clung to his leg.

“Rory, no!”

Austin scooped up the child before he could make a break for the elevator. His father picked up the one attached to his leg.

“Thanks! He got away from me when I went after his brother.”

“Mum’s out, then, Owen?”

Owen chuckled. “How’d you guess? Girl’s night out. I might live through it. Ewan’s out of town, so we’ve got his as well. And Aiden’s on the injured list.”

His brother appeared at the door, a crutch under one arm. “Stepped on Legos in the dark. Turned my ankle. You’d think I’d know not to go in their room after light’s out.”

Austin chuckled. “What shall I do with this, then?” The child dangled from his hands, swinging back and forth, pulling at his toes. He flipped nearly upside down, but Austin caught him.

“You’re good at wrangling,” Owen said. “Want a job?”

“Got one,” Austin replied.

“Oh, hey, you’re on tonight, aren’t you?” Aiden asked.

“Am I? I don’t watch it. Is it good?”

“Dude, it’s awesome,” Aiden replied, bending over to keep one of his daughters in the apartment. “There are websites and forums devoted to you—and your ass.” He winked.

“Really? Then they’ll be disappointed to know I’m keeping my pants on for a bit.”

“The American public will cry with woe,” Owen said dryly.

“The women will—and the gay guys,” Aiden said.

“What?” Austin held the twin awkwardly as he spun around. “Gay guys? My bum?”

“The topic of more than one board. Lots of speculation about which way you swing.”

“Me? That’s insulting, that is. Not that there’s a thing wrong with being gay,” he rushed to say. “But it’s not me. Jesus!” He handed off the twin and went home.

His phone rang and he answered absently.

“Austin?” His manager, Babs. She handled models and actors.

“Yes, hi!”

“You’re a hot commodity, it seems. The local sci-fi con is calling to see if you’ll come for a visit. They’re inviting a couple of the companions, and a few of the writers.”

“Yes, of course. When? Where? Do you need to talk to Dwight?”

“Already did. He said you’d say yes and send the schedule to him. He says you have a new companion and she’s staying? Dish. Tell me all.”

He did. Babs fired off questions, demanding detailed answers.

“Also, the local talk shows want you on. I’ve been approached by City Today and Late Night Ladies.”

“I don’t even know who those are. Why all the interest?”

“You’re number one across the nation. Everyone’s talking about you. Do you live in a bubble?”

“Mostly? Why don’t I know any of this?”

“Most of the calls came in today. I heard there was a big stink over one of the directors. He walked out?”

“He was fired for being a beast,” Austin said, setting her straight. “He might think he’s someone special, but Elaine did not.”

“The producer? You met her?”

“Yes. Lovely lady. Just got back from dinner with her and the rest. We ate with Naomi and Dexter, the caterers. At their cabin.”

There was a stunned pause. “Really? You know Naomi owns the island?”

“The um. . . . Island? That bit in the middle of the river?”

“Yes. Their cabin is an exclusive lodge. Very high end. They live on the island in a smaller cabin. Her family has owned it for years.”

“Hm, the things you learn.”

“Do you think your new companion would be interested in joining you for the shows and conventions?”

“You can ask her.”

“Do you have her number?”

“Uh, no, actually. Dwight—”

“Dwight will.” She chuckled. “You’d better have him give it to you too.”

“Will do.”

“I’ll let you go. I’ll get her number and call you back tomorrow. Bye, honey!”

“Right. Yes. Goodnight.” He hung up.

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Sea of Destiny – Part 38 by Dellani Oakes

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sea of destiny coverAfter healing Emily, Father Mike gives Kyle some news he wasn’t expecting to hear. It isn’t good news and sends Kyle into a tailspin. By some quirk of Fate, Kyle has finally found his long, lost father—the man who left when he was a kid. The story he tells greatly upsets Kyle.

He left the room, resisting the urge to slam the door. On the way down in the elevator, the pain hit. It felt like his heart was exploding, but he knew it was the anger and grief he’d been holding in for the last twenty-six years. He couldn’t break down and cry in public. He wouldn’t embarrass himself like that. He wanted a quiet place to get drunk and forget the man who had given him life.

He couldn’t bring himself to call the man his father. Maybe one day, but not today. Stumbling out of the elevator…

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Something New – Part 20

something new coverLiat drives Austin home. He invites her upstairs of a cup of tea, but instead, ends up kissing her.

Rubbing his mouth across hers soothed the sting, he licked her lips. She invited him to take more, which he did, kissing her tenderly. Austin stood less than a foot, but more than six inches from Liat. He could feel her body heat buffet against him, exciting him. Somehow, it was even more thrilling having her a few inches away than it would have been having her against him. He thought that until she closed the gap between them and her hips pressed against his.

No, that’s ever so much better, he concluded.

Her hands crept around his back, dropping so she could put her hands on his back pockets. A playful squeeze made him laugh, breaking the hypnotic lure of her mouth.

“I see what it is, you’re after my arse. All this is a clever ruse to cop a feel.”

“You have a magnificent bum,” she countered. “Highly squeezable.” She squeezed again.

“Best watch that,” he cautioned. “Too much bum squeezing and I can’t be responsible.”

She kindly moved her hands to his waist. He smiled, relieved that she understood, but disappointed that she’d stopped. In his mind, he knew it would be rushing things if he took her to bed right away. The logical part of him knew that, but the illogical, Magician part, who often reared his ugly, horny head, did not.

“Problem is,” he murmured against her forehead. He didn’t continue, merely held her close, her head on his chest as he stroked her hair. “Problem is, you aren’t a player and neither am I.”

“Mm hmm. . . .”

“Because it would be incredibly easy.”

“Very.”

Liat slowly stepped back. His arms slid away to dangle at his sides. She smiled up at him. “You are a wonderful man and I’m wildly attracted to you.”

“But—”

“But we’ve only just met.”

“And—”

“And I’m not like that.”

“Therefore—”

“Therefore, perhaps I should go rather than torturing us anymore.”

“Perhaps you should,” he chuckled. “Forgot to start the kettle in any case. Thank you. I had a marvelous time tonight.”

“I should thank you. You convinced my mother to let me keep this job.”

“I’m very good at that,” he whispered near her ear. “I am a Magician, you see.”

Austin walked her back to her car and watched until she drove away. He wandered around the downstairs, deciding to go workout in the weight room. He’d neglected his workouts for the last couple of days, preferring to spend his down time with Liat. He kept a bag of clean clothing and a change of shoes in a locker, so he headed to the locker room to change.

He walked into the weight room and saw one of the attendants, Todd. The young man nodded at him and came over.

“Hey, Austin. Haven’t seen you in a couple days. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. New companion.”

“Ooh. Another one? How many is this now?”

“Twelve. But she’s staying awhile.”

“On the show or with you?”

Austin lay down on the bench. Todd spotted him as he lifted the bar.

“Both, I hope.”

“Good luck, my friend.”

“Thanks.”

They talked while Austin worked out. The gym was quiet, not surprising for that hour on a Friday night. He preferred to workout late or very early. He avoided the crowds and didn’t have total strangers coming up saying, Hey, you look familiar.

Todd closed up as Austin left. He also lived in the building, a floor up from Austin. He was a personable young man and Austin had helped him get a part time job working as a personal trainer with the network. They said goodnight when Austin got to his floor.

Music was playing in one of the apartments and several doors were open. Children dashed back and forth, laughing and playing. A dark haired man dashed across, following one of the children, who was naked and wet.

Austin stopped, watching the antics. He knew that two brothers lived in apartments across the hall from one another. Their third brother lived in a house not far away. Both of them had three year old twins, as multiple births ran in the family. The brothers were triplets and the eldest had triplets of his own. They must be visiting, because there were far more children than usual.

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Christmas and a Vampire – Part 6

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Christmas and a Vampire coverAlthough she’s willing to give him a gift of her blood, Rafaela also has no qualms about telling him when he’s had enough. Dirk has very little self-control in most things, but Rafaela is his addiction of choice.

“Enough! Leave more for later.”

“Why?” he gasped. “You never—”

“Merry Christmas, my love. I had no other gift for you.”

“This is the best gift,” he moaned as his climax neared.

“The best,” she agreed.

They came together with a loud scream. Collapsing on the bed, they laughed as they struggled to pull up the blankets. Both sweaty, they suddenly felt cold in the cool bedroom. Snuggling together, they kissed deeply.

“Thank you, Rafaela. That was a great gift. Alas, I have nothing for you.”

Her fingers stroked him under the covers. “Yes, you do. I’ll take this in abundance.”

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Something New – Part 19

something new coverAustin throws himself into every experience, including something as simple as a walk in the moonlight. Liat finds herself swept up in his enjoyment. She finds the setting, not to mention the man, captivating.

A crunch of footsteps on gravel alerted them that they weren’t alone. Dexter stood on the shore.

“Sorry to bother, but I’m about to lock up and turn out the lights. I saw the car and thought I’d better come looking.”

“Just was enjoying the river for a few minutes,” Austin mumbled.

Dexter laughed at his friend. “It’s been nearly an hour, mate.”

Austin’s fingers laced with Liat’s. “Good company,” he replied.

“Thanks, Dex.” Liat kissed his cheek.

Dexter clapped Austin on the back, grinning. When Liat’s back was turned, he gave his friend a subtle thumb’s up and a wink. Austin smirked, nodding.

Austin and Liat chatted quietly as they drove back to town. His apartment wasn’t far from where she was staying. It was a modest building, though comfortable.

“You can afford a bigger place,” Liat commented. “Not that this isn’t nice—”

“I like the people,” Austin said with a smile. “Dwight’s right across the hall. Next door is this elderly couple who have been married close to sixty years. They’re amazing. Some of the others from the show live here, scattered about.” He wiggled his fingers at the large, old fashioned brick building. “Downstairs is a fabulous restaurant. When I feel adventurous, or really hungry, I go down. The chef lives down the hall with his wife. He keeps a table for me, in the back, so I’m not bothered by fans. His wife works for the paper.

“I can exercise here, or take a dip in the hot tub. They’ve got a dojo upstairs and the lads and I work out there. I think Naomi’s father owns it, though he doesn’t live here. There’s a convenience store on the main floor. They stock my tea and biscuits, order them in specially for me. There’s a dry cleaner’s and a hair and nail place. Everyone knows everyone else. It’s like having a huge, extended family all around. I love it.”

His eyes sparkled happily as he extolled the virtues of his housing choice. Liat could see the appeal. For a man who’d come from nothing, lived on the street and hadn’t any family, a place like this would be like heaven. Her heart ached when she thought of the things he’d lacked, but she knew he was changing that. Having the job as The Magician had turned his life around.

“You want to come in for a bit?”

“I would. Don’t have to get up early.”

He smiled and got out, going around to open her door. “I always get up early. I go out on my balcony and I listen to the city wake up. I can’t do that the days we work, there isn’t time. But on my days off, I do. On rubbish days, the trucks rumble around and clatter and bang as they collect. I used to hate rubbish days. Had to run fast or you might get yourself dumped in a truck.”

“Did you live in a dumpster?”

He shrugged. “Briefly, when I was young. It wasn’t a busy one. Mostly just boxes and paper trash at an office, so it was fairly clean.”

“How old were you when you started living on your own?”

“Fifteen.”

“Why? Didn’t they take care of you in the foster homes?”

“Not so much,” he replied, clamping his lips together. “Can we please not talk about my youth? It’s behind me and I’d far rather think about my future.” He unlocked his door and ushered her in.

His home was Spartan, but clean and neat. He had simple tastes and only a smattering of furniture.

“When I find something I want, I buy it. Otherwise, I wait until something catches my eye. I don’t watch much television.”

“Do you watch your show?”

“Why? I live it. No need to see it. I used to.” He led her to the kitchen. “Then I’d look at myself and say, God, do I really look like that? It’s enough to make me contemplate surgery, so, I stopped.” He put the kettle on and pulled cups and tea out of the cupboard.

“What’s wrong with how you look?”

“I’m all arms and legs and this big, huge head. Floppity ears and an enormous nose. Don’t get me started on my bum.” He turned, examining it critically.

Liat giggled, clapping her hands. “Stop being such a girl! You look wonderful. All the bits fit together splendidly.”

“Even my bum?” He winked at her.

Liat’s eyes focused on his close fitting jeans as she smiled secretively. “Most especially your bum.”

Austin put the tea on the counter and walked over to her. She took a few steps toward him and they met in the center of the kitchen. His hands cupped her chin, lifting her face to his. She moved closer, putting her fingers through his belt loops as he bent toward her. Their lips met with a small spark.

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Rocking Bloggers – Dellani Oakes Edition

Many thanks to Tracey L. Clark for adding me to her 15 Rocking Bloggers list. I’ve enjoyed getting to know her via our posts and comments here on Word Press. We struck up a conversation and have been communicating ever since.

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* Display the award certificate on your website.

* Announce your win with a post, and link to whomever presented your award.

* Present 15 awards to deserving bloggers.

* Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post.

* Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

Now the fun part! Seven facts about me. This may take a little doing, because I don’t want to share things I’ve already shared. I’m not a world traveler, though I have been all over the United States, so I guess I’ll start there.

First fact: I am the daughter of an English professor and a school teacher. While my father was getting his education, and his first jobs, we moved a lot. By the time I was 9, we had moved 7 times. In comparison with some military families, this is no big thing, but for a kid who didn’t acclimate well, it was somewhat traumatic. We started in Tennessee, moved to Ohio, then Massachusetts, Texas and Nebraska. I picked up accents from everywhere we lived, so by the time we got to Nebraska, people said they couldn’t understand me. I did my best, as I grew older, to rid myself of any telling accent. I will, however, sound Southern when I talk to Southerners.

Speaking of Southerners, fun fact #2: My mother, sister and I each married Southern men. Not so strange for my sister and me, I suppose, but our mother is from Cleveland, Ohio and happened to meet our father in the Harlan, Kentucky bus station when they were both there seeing friends off. I met my Alabama born husband when I was living in Mississippi, going to college. (That was after move #11. I’ve moved 19 times—so far)

My third fact: I live about a mile from the beach (as the crow flies) but because of the lack of bridges, I have to drive 30 minutes to get to the beach—not that I go often. A few years ago, I developed migraines that are brought on by glare and bright sunshine, so the beach and I don’t get along well anymore. Despite that, Florida has become my home and many of my novels are set here, including The Ninja Tattoo, Undiscovered and Conduct Unbecoming.

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Fourth Fact: Western Nebraska is still very much a part of me, though I haven’t been there since 1989. My formative years were spent in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, about 30 miles from the Wyoming border. I’ve set several books there, one of which is published. Under the Western Sky, is set in 1976 and allowed me to reminisce about a simpler time.Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes - 500

Fact #5: I love animals, but have developed asthmatic bronchitis and can’t be around anything with fur or feathers. Cats are especially bad, but dogs are awful too. And don’t get me started on birds! In fact, I can’t comfortably be around people wearing cologne, perfume or any kind of hair products, so I don’t hug people unless I know I can wash soon after. I had a doctor tell me “You’re allergic to Florida.” Since other places are no better, and some are much worse, I stay here.

Sixth Fact: This is something that many people know, but it bears repeating. I write—a lot. I have 8 books published, with my ninth coming out in late October. I write mostly romantic suspense and have finished 75 novels and novellas. I also have 47 unfinished, but I am working away at them. I set myself a goal to finish at least one of my languishing works per month this year. I have done pretty well. I finished 4 in July alone and haven’t missed a month, except for March.

 

indian summer scanned cover 500 x 750Final Fact: I have four fantastic children, 3 boys and a girl. They have been a source of inspiration and entertainment for many years. When I wrote my historical novel, Indian Summer, I patterned the main character after my daughter. The character is 15 and, by the society at the time, has become of marriageable age. She gets herself tangled in a conspiracy where she has witnessed a British spy plotting to overtake the town of St. Augustine. Some readers questioned her ability to cope at that age, but I thought about my own daughter at 15 and knew that Gabriella had what it took to overcome the odds—and boy does she!

 

 

 

 

Now for the hard part. I know so many amazing authors, and I tend to always choose the same few to participate in these things. I will be gradually adding to this list as I get more confirmations. Meanwhile, enjoy the writing of my good friends.

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