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First Love – Part 3

First Love coverUpset by the boys’ conversation, Polly insists that her husband take over driving the car they are in. She wants to be with the girls where they won’t discuss anything off color—like the contours of Maddie’s chest.

All the boys hit him—hard—while he laughed. Maddie laughed too. She was used to these guys. One reason she was with them was because the girls drove her crazy. They were so giggly and girly, it made her ill. Cliquish, they came from well to do families. They were also members of Job’s Daughters. Maddie wasn’t either of these. Her father owned a small dry cleaners, her mother worked as a teacher at an elementary school. After school and on weekends, Maddie worked with her father at the cleaner’s.

The guys may be crass, but they talked about something other than cute shoes, shopping and dating. She’d been chatting about The Hobbit with Daniel earlier and music with Brad. They had shared interests and liked being able to talk about anything around her—including her breasts. Admittedly, she was pleased that at least one of them had noticed. She wasn’t sure the others even thought of her as female. Clayton summed it up—a guy with boobs. Was that what she was to them?

“Can we have on the radio, Mr. C?” Brad asked. “Mrs. C wanted to play Barry Manilow. It was a unanimous veto on that.”

“What makes you think I don’t like Barry Manilow?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Because you’re too cool to think It’s a Miracle for Mandy to Be Somebody’s Baby over on Avenue C,” Brad replied.

The boys gave him an evil eye.

“You know an awful lot about Barry Manilow,” Maddie said. “Are you sure you aren’t a closet fan?”

“My mom listens to Manilow like—all day and forces me to pollute my mind with his lyrics. But when she’s gone, I put on some Hendrix or a little Jeff Beck and rock the rafters.”

“I’m not much for Manilow either,” Craig admitted. “Okay. Maddie, pick a station.”

Delighted at being given that honor, she reached for the dial and turned it for a few seconds before coming to an audible station. The new, but familiar, opening strains of Love is Alive filled the car.

“Leave it there!” the boys yelled.

Maddie passed it, just to tease them, but went right back to it. She happened to like the song too. By the first chorus, they were singing with Gary Wright. Brad played air guitar, imitating the part to perfection. Clayton took bass. Daniel beat on the back of the seat to the drums. Maddie and Richard sang, harmonizing together. Craig bounced to the beat, tapping the steering wheel. They cheered when the song ended.

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First Love – Part 2

First Love coverMadison Reynolds and other members of her church youth group are on a summer trip to a sister church in New Mexico. She is riding with the boys rather than the girls, because they are more interesting.

“No,” Clayton said loudly and firmly. “Or we get one of the girls in exchange. And Beverly will insist on coming over to bug me and the others will give in because they know she likes me. And they’re nothing but a bunch of giggling harpies. I can’t handle that. Not happening. No girls.”

Madison cleared her throat loudly. “Excuse me? Who’s a girl?”

“I don’t mean you,” Clayton replied without a hint of apology. “You’re like a guy—with boobs.”

“What?” She tried to hit him from the front seat, but he was too far away. “A guy—with boobs?”

“Enough!” Miss Polly yelled. “Apologize,” she demanded.

“I’m sorry. I acknowledge that you are not, in fact, male with female appendages.”

“Very nice ones,” Richard intoned from beneath his cap.

Madison could reach him from the where she sat. She leaned over the seat back and smacked him with a copy of The Hobbit she was reading.

“Ow! Ow! Unnecessary use of dwarves!” Richard yelled as he tried to climb over Brad.

“That’s it!” Polly signaled a lane change and pulled over to the shoulder.

The second station wagon pulled up behind her and Polly’s husband, Craig, got out. Skirting traffic, he ran to the car.

“Is everything all right?”

“We’re trading. I can’t handle these brutes another second.”

“Polly, it’s not time to change drivers.”

“Now,” she insisted. “I can’t stand what passes for male humor—or bonding—or whatever!” she stalked back to the car, grabbed her purse and coffee mug, before heading to the car with the girls.

He followed her as she rolled down the window. She handed him his coffee, started the car and took off. Craig ran to the other car, hopped in, checked traffic and pulled out after her.

“What did you do to my wife?” he asked the car in general.

“Nothing,” Brad and Clayton chorused.

“So, she just went crazy for no reason?” Craig checked the mirrors a changed lanes as his wife sped through traffic.

“They were just being guys,” Madison said. “I was ready to kill them myself.”

“Breasts were mentioned, Dad,” his son, Daniel, who had been silent before, commented from the rear. He was happily ensconced with the luggage and his own copy of The Hobbit.

“Breasts? Not your mother’s!” Craig was appalled.

“No, sir, Maddie’s,” Daniel explained.

“Someone tell me what happened. Be fast.”

Brad gave a 30 second account of the exchange. At the end, Craig was laughing.

“Understood. Okay, new car rule. No one mentions breasts unless in reference to poultry. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.


“Maddie has a very tasty turkey on her chest,” Richard teased as he settled for another nap.

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First Love – Part 1

First Love coverFirst Love is a romantic suspense for younger readers. There is some language, but the situations aren’t specifically adult. This story is appropriate for readers 16+. Set in 1975, it is a story from another, simpler time. I hope you enjoy First Love.

Somewhere in Eastern Colorado, July 1975

Heat waves radiated from the pavement glittering like silvery-black puddles in the air. The ribbon of road stretched ahead of them, unending. The landscape hardly varied, one dusty brown mile after another. Here and there a cactus, scrawny tree or tumbleweed added some variety to the monotonous hued backdrop.

“Cows!” Brad yelled, breaking the silence. “Must be a hundred at least.”

“Dude, they’re like four,” his friend, Clayton, said in a bored tone.

“I’m estimating. That gives me 4,361 cattle.”

“That gives you five,” Clayton persisted. “And I have—what? Five.” He pointed to a lone bovine on his side of the car.

“Creative cattle counting. One is one—two is—” Brad tipped his head, closing one eye. “Fifty?”

“Then by that logic, my one cow is worth twenty-five.”

“No. One is one. Ask anybody. Isn’t one cow just one cow?” He appealed to the other six people in the station wagon.

“One is one—two is two,” Madison Reynolds pointed out. “But creative counting is accepted practice in Bury the Cows. He’s right, though, Brad. If two cows is worth fifty, one cow is twenty-five.”

“Fine. I concede that. But I’m still ahead.”

“You can’t count the billboard for the dairy, man. We discussed this.”

“Okay, but I’m still ahead.”

“You mean you were ahead,” Maddie pointed.

To their left, on Clayton’s side, there was a field of 100 actual cows.

“Who’s ahead now?” Clayton punched Brad in the shoulder.

“Shut up!” Richard yelled. “Some of us are trying to sleep.” He pulled his cap lower on his brow.

“Not my fault you’re hungover, Dick.” Brad nudged him sharply in the ribs.

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop that,” Richard warned. “I’m not hungover. And don’t call me Dick, that’s my dad’s name.”

“Oh. Okay. Your dad seriously goes by Dick?”

“Yeah, so?”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah.” Richard pulled off his cap, glaring at them. “What?”

Clayton and Brad laughed loudly.

“Boys,” the driver interjected. “This is a church youth group, not a men’s locker room. Behave!”

“Yes, Miss Polly,” they intoned.

She waved away their comment, knowing how completely insincere they were.

“Seriously, though. Dick?” Brad couldn’t let it alone.

“Miss Polly, can I change cars at the next stop?” Richard begged.

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The Choice is Made!

First Love coverI got a little feedback, about what I expected. It’s my own form of proving Einstein’s definition of insanity correct. But I keep hoping…. In any case, after careful reflection and weighing the pros and cons of each choice, I decided to present First Love.

I know that no one voted for it, but I got to thinking about the other choices and decided that Mirrored, while a really good book, is way hotter than I should probably present on a public board. I will publish it next year instead. Love, Death and Pizza has the potential for inadvertently offending people, so I’ll wait on it, too. I got to reading through Poplar Mountain and there are some edits needed, so I dismissed it. That left First Love and A Novel Romance.

A Novel Romance is pretty steamy, too, so that left First Love. So…. Welcome to 1975! For some of you, this takes you back to your teens and twenties. To others, this is The Old Days before you were born. For me, it is a memory of a simpler time, of good friends and great music.

For those of you who like a steamy story, I’m sorry. This one is teenagers under 18, so there’s none of that naughty stuff. For those of you who like an action packed story with a little light romance, this is just the thing for you!

I hope you will enjoy First Love with me. Below is a teaser. The full story begins next Sunday, November 22. Break out your dancing shoes and get ready to dance the night away with Madison Reynolds and her friends.

Somewhere in Eastern Colorado, July 1975

Heat waves radiated from the pavement glittering like silvery-black puddles in the air. The ribbon of road stretched ahead of them, unending. The landscape hardly varied, one dusty brown mile after another. Here and there a cactus, scrawny tree or tumbleweed added some variety to the monotonous hued backdrop.

“Cows!” Brad yelled, breaking the silence. “Must be a hundred at least.”

“Dude, they’re like four,” his friend, Clayton, said in a bored tone.

“I’m estimating. That gives me 4,361 cattle.”

“That gives you five,” Clayton persisted. “And I have—what? Five.” He pointed to a lone bovine on his side of the car.

“Creative cattle counting. One is one—two is—” Brad tipped his head, closing one eye. “Fifty?”

“Then by that logic, my one cow is worth twenty-five.”

“No. One is one. Ask anybody. Isn’t one cow just one cow?” He appealed to the other six people in the station wagon.

“One is one—two is two,” Madison Reynolds pointed out. “But creative counting is accepted practice in Bury the Cows. He’s right, though, Brad. If two cows is worth fifty, one cow is twenty-five.”

“Fine. I concede that. But I’m still ahead.”

“You can’t count the billboard for the dairy, man. We discussed this.”

“Okay, but I’m still ahead.”

“You mean you were ahead,” Maddie pointed.

To their left, on Clayton’s side, there was a field of 100 actual cows.

“Who’s ahead now?” Clayton punched Brad in the shoulder.

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Sea of Destiny – Part 41

sea of destiny coverKyle discovers that Adam saw him with Vera. Humiliated and ashamed, Kyle tells Adam what happened and promises he will tell Emily.

“What were you thinking?” Adam accused.

“I was thinking that if I didn’t get away from my life for awhile, I was going to explode. Haven’t you ever done something really stupid? I mean, so completely asinine that you feel like there’s no hope of redemption?”

Adam blushed and Kyle knew he had and probably in what way. Hadn’t all men done that at one time or another?

“Yeah, okay. But you’re old enough to know better.”

Kyle’s laugh barked out catching them both by surprise. “Boy, you’re so full of shit…. Hell, my first major mistake got me married when I was about your age. The next biggie was last night and might possibly screw up my new chance at happiness. Know better? Right….”

A call came over the shipboard intercom. “Mr. Kyle Scott. Please report to the Purser’s Office. Kyle Scott, report to the Purser’s Office.”

He looked at Adam for clarification. “Who the hell is the Purser and where’s his office?”

“Like Gopher on the Love Boat. This way.”

Kyle followed the young man through the labyrinth of passages, decks and corridors until they were at the Purser’s office. He didn’t know what he was expecting to see, but it wasn’t what greeted him. Father Michael stood there calmly talking to the Purser and the Captain.

Captain Carter stepped forward, greeting Kyle like a long lost friend. “Mr. Scott, good morning. Father Michael wanted to see you.”

“So I see.” He glared at the priest, trying hard to keep a lid on his temper.

“You can step into the salon next door. It’s empty at this hour. Adam, you can return to your duty post.”

“Actually, Captain, I’d rather like the kid with me. If that’s okay?”

“Certainly. Adam, you know the way.”

“Yes, sir.” He showed the other men into the empty salon.

Kyle had expected it to be a place to get hair done, but it was a large, airy sitting room with lots of windows and comfortable chairs. Kyle flung himself down in one, Michael sat carefully in another. Adam stood near Kyle, unsure what to do.

“Come to hear my confession now?” Kyle demanded.

“No. I came to show you something.” Mike gestured toward a briefcase he carried.

“What could you possibly have to show me that’s going to make twenty-six years disappear?”

“Not disappear, but maybe once you see this, you’ll understand.” He opened the case and extracted a folder, laying it on a low table in front of him.

“Before you start, I think I need to make the introductions so that Adam, Emily’s godson, knows why I proceeded to make such an ass of myself last night. Adam, I took a woman to bed I wasn’t married to. But you know that already. What you don’t know is that the man sitting across from me did the same damn thing thirty-five years ago. I want you to meet my father, Adam. Father Michael Scott.” He spat the name out, furious. “Now that you know that, can you begin to understand why I was unfaithful to Emily?”

Adam’s face went pale. He sat heavily opposite the priest. Fr. Michael’s expression hardened. The edge of his ears turned red, a flush of anger rising from his collar.

“Your sins are your own, son. And mine belong to me. I’ve received absolution. Have you?”

“Seeking absolution does nothing until you explain to my mother why you left. So you had an argument. I’ve had plenty of them. Not a week went by that Margo and I didn’t squabble over something, but I never left! I didn’t destroy three lives, leaving two innocent kids in my wake. I made my mistake and I lived with it for fifteen years. But they were good ones, despite the rocky start. So you were young when you married. So was I! I went to college at night, working three jobs during the day so I could support my family. For the last ten years, I’ve worked at a job I hate just to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. You know what? I’m damn good at it, I make a lot of money, but I hate it just the same.

“So don’t preach to me about being too young to get your shit together. That’s a bullshit cop out and I’m not listening to that line anymore. I’ll always be grateful for what you did for Emily, but don’t ask my forgiveness, Priest. I don’t have that in me.”

“Now that you’re done venting, perhaps you’ll listen.” Father Michael opened a folder. “This is a series of pictures of people I’ve helped. Some of them before I ever became a priest. Most of them in the last five years since I began this mission.”

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Normally, this story would be posted on the Second Wind site. Regrettably, I have left Second Wind, so I will be posting the remainder of this story on this site instead, the 17 of every month as before. ~ Dellani


Something New Links

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Christmas and a Vampire – Part 9

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Christmas and a Vampire coverFortunately for Dirk and Rafaela, they’re excellent fighters. Unfortunately for the others, Dirk and Rafaela are excellent fighters. Bloody, but alive, they try to decide what to do next. It’s apparent that the cabin has been compromised, so Rafaela puts it to the torch and they watch it burn behind them as they drive away.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for having my back. I would have been screwed without you.”

“You’re welcome. And I’m the only one who gets to screw you, just so we’re clear on that.”

“I can live with that.” She made a hard left and slowed when the car slid on a patch of ice. Correcting automatically, she eased off the accelerator. “I think we’re far enough away now.”

She stared at the road, tears welling in her eyes once more. “Do you think any of them lived?”

Dirk shook his head. “Knowing that bunch? Doubtful. If…

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Now That Something New is Over

something new coverNow that Something New is over, a decision must be made. What next? I have so many books to choose from. The number of finished novels is now 75 (at least at the writing of his post. Could be more than that by the time it goes live).

So, the question that needs to be answered is this: What shall I share next? I admit myself in a quandary. Should I share A Novel Romance about Lionel the genius college professor? Or perhaps Mirrored, the sequel to Conduct Unbecoming and The Ninja Tattoo (another Teague McMurtry mystery)? I also have a story set in rural Kentucky in 1939, called Poplar Mountain Mystery. And don’t forget First Love, a young adult romantic suspense set in 1975. I’ll even consider Love, Death & Pizza, a modern murder mystery. I can head down a variety of roads.

Usually, I don’t get much response to a post like this, but I still hold out hope that at least one or two people will tell me what they’d like to read. Below are short blurbs with each title I’ve mentioned. Please leave a note in the comments and let me know which one interests you. Thank you! Dellani

A Novel Romance is set in my city (somewhere up North). It’s about Lionel Pettigrew, a flighty, brilliant college professor, who can’t seem to keep both feet on the ground. Not for lack of trying, he’s just a genius with a serious ADHD problem and a hard core caffeine addiction. When he meets his new research assistant, Arista Lockhart, the bullet train in his brain slows to a more manageable speed and he finds himself falling in love.

Mirrored is another Teague McMurtry mystery, set after Conduct Unbecoming and The Ninja Tattoo. Teague’s cousin Joel is on medical leave from the police force due to a work sustained injury—a man he arrested sliced him on the thigh with a knife. He’s now living in Teague’s old place on Riverside Drive, next to the elderly Millie. When she gets spooked one evening when walking her dog, Joel is concerned—but not half as concerned as Millie’s great-granddaughter, Cora Surray, who has come to live with her great-grandmother. Is it someone from Teague’s past or Joel’s who threatens their safety?

Poplar Mountain Mystery is set in rural Kentucky in 1939. Lucius Henry works for a small boarding school situated on land his great-grandfather leased to them many years ago. His father, shattered by WW I, is an abusive drunk who, not surprisingly, turns up dead. However, it becomes clear that it was no accident. It’s up to Lucius, and his girlfriend, Dorothea Belloit, to discover what’s going on and who’s behind it.

First Love is set in New Mexico in 1975. Madison Reynolds is visiting a small mission church with her Presbyterian youth group. If her on-going battle with another girl, Claire, weren’t enough, she finds herself embroiled in a mystery that threatens her and her friends. Drawn to the minister’s son, Gabriel, Maddie is in a quandary when her friend, Clayton, makes his feelings for her clear. They embark on a dangerous voyage of discovery, determined to find out who is threatening them and why.

The final choice is Love, Death & Pizza, a romantic suspense set in western Nebraska. Owner of Parnell’s Pizza Palace, Brock Parnell is not a man to start a fight, but by his own admission, he’ll surely finish it. Bullied as a teenager, and further harassed as an adult, by Tack Carmichael, Brock isn’t terribly disappointed to find out that Tack’s been killed. He actually does a celebration dance, until the cops come knocking at his door. Offended by their stupidity, Brock endures a late night interrogation by two police detectives, but he has nothing to feel guilty about. He didn’t kill Tack. They don’t believe him, but Assistant District Attorney, Adrianna Hasselhoff, does. However, someone seems very keen to pin Tack’s murder on Brock.

These are your choices, choose well because you’ll be enduring the fruits of your choice for the next however many weeks. I really would appreciate feedback, so please let your choices be known by commenting below. If we get a tie, I’ll draw a name from the hat. ~ Dellani

Something New – Part 44 Conclusion

something new coverHeat Warning! The following contains intimate details. If such things bother you, you can read the first bit and the last bit and ignore the naughty bit. You can’t wait for the next installment, because this is it! The last hurrah, as it were. Not intended for readers under 17.

Now that he’s feeling better, Austin goes back to work. When he gets home, his friends and neighbors surprise him with a party. During the evening, Dwight gets a call from billionaire Ian Yarrow, who wants to back The Magician’s Fund and take it nationwide. It’s great news for Austin.

The party wound down by eight because more than one person had an early wake up call. Ellen fussed over Austin, until Jerry insisted that they leave him alone. Eventually, everyone left. Austin smiled at Liat.

“You tired?” she asked.

“Not at all. You?”


“Splendid.” He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Dwight.

His phone dinged and he chuckled.

“What did you say?” She snatched his phone.

Austin had texted, Beam me up, Scotty.

Dwight sent back. Energize.

Taking his phone, she dropped it on the coffee table and led Austin to his room. Once there, she backed him up until he was sitting on the bed, and straddled his lap.

“I really wanted to ride you like Seabiscuit,” she confessed. “But I thought that might be harder on your back. You have a choice.”

Austin waited as Liat took off her shirt.

“Missionary Style.” She carefully took his shirt off. “Like this.” She wiggled her hips against his. “Or Doggie Style.” His pants and hers followed.

Austin unhooked her bra, burying his face in her cleavage. After a moment, he resurfaced. “So many choices,” he said, stroking her soft skin. “I’ll take all three, please. With a smattering of Reverse Cowgirl. And a side order of conalingus to add spice.”

“Are you feeling up to that?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” He wiggled his hips, pressing his erection against her.

“I’m not going to injure you with sex,” she declared. “So you get one choice main dish with a side order.”

“Don’t suppose I could talk you into fellatio?”

He looked so hopeful, she had to laugh.

“We’ll see. I make no promises.”

“Just don’t bite,” he cautioned. His hands traveled over her body. He kissed and licked her, taking his time to get her excited.

“You never said which you wanted,” she said as they got in bed.

Austin’s green eyes glittered mischievously and he barked. Liat kneeled on the bed, but Austin pulled her to him.

“All in good time,” he said.

His kiss lit her insides on fire. Liat could only gasp and moan as his mouth and hands worked her body. He nudged her knees apart, centering himself before dropping his head. His tongue flickered inside her and she groaned with pleasure. He continued licking and sucking her until she was nearly wild with desire. When he was sure she was nearly ready to cum, he positioned her with her hands on the headboard. He pulled her ass to him, teasing her soft, pink folds with his tongue and fingers.

He lunged into her, making her gasp and go weak in the knees. He put her hands on the headboard once more, holding them as he pumped against her. She tried to decode the sensations filling her, but it all felt too good. He thrust into her more rapidly, his hands and mouth busily working her body toward climax.

One hand dropped between her legs, teasing her clit as he thrust from behind. The other steadied her hips against his as he moved more quickly. He plunged deeply, stroking from front and back, sending her skyrocketing. Liat gave herself over to passion, leaving logic behind. Austin drove into her harder and faster. Holding her hips with both hands, he changed position, bending her over onto her hands and knees.

“Do you feel it?” he gasped. “Are you coming?”

“Any—second—” she panted. “Oh, Austin! Yes!” She screamed, thrusting her ass up at him.

“Liat! Oh, God!” he rasped.

She bent over more, exposing herself completely. He felt hot and thick inside her. “Yes,” he bellowed. “Yes! Right there!” He stopped moving, his hips forward, pressing hard at a spot inside her. It triggered her orgasm, spinning her into orbit. He continued thrusting until he joined her. Liat came again when he hit his climax.

Laughing and gasping, they collapsed on the bed. Austin got up and stumbled to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

“Oh, shit,” he said from the bathroom. “We certainly enjoyed ourselves,” he said as he came out again. “Sorry, love. We shredded the condom.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I’m on good birth control.”

His hand smoothed her belly, planting a kiss on her navel. “Even if you weren’t, would it be a bad thing? Having my child?”

“Not at all. It would be lovely. A little magical baby with big brown eyes.”

“And great hair. I’ve got great hair.” To prove it, he tossed his head, flipping his bangs out of his face. “You’re simply smashing,” he said softly.

“So are you. I was completely wrong about you,” she admitted. “You’re none of those things I said.”

“Except for the hair.”

“Yes, except for the hair.”

“I’m so glad you tried out for the show.” He kissed her throat. “I was ready for a change.”

“Me too. I took a chance and I’m so glad I did. It was the best decision I ever made.”

“You need to make another one,” he said in a matter of fact tone.

His kiss stopped conversation for a few minutes.

“Decision?” she replied, as if there hadn’t been a ten minute gap.

“Yes. It’s tricky. You might need my help deciding.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Yes. You have your choice. Missionary Style.” He licked one breast. “Doggie Style.” He licked the other. “Or Reverse Cowgirl.”

They kissed a few more minutes and his hands found all kinds of soft, cuddly things to play with. Her hand dropped between them, cupping him gently.

“You haven’t told me what you want yet.”

“We’ll go for Reverse Cowgirl,” she decided.

“Excellent. I’ve never tried it before, but I’m always up for something new.”

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

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Joe Symes and the Loving Kind

Normally, I don’t feature musicians or bands on my blog, but I was fortunate enough to meet a member of this wonderful band through It Matters Radio a few weeks ago. I enjoyed talking to Colin in chat and decided to give their music a listen. I found some of their music and fell in love with it, so I decided to share them with you! I hope you will take a few minutes to read all about Joe Symes and the Loving Kind and listen to a few of their tunes. I know you won’t be disappointed! ~ Dellani


I found several of their videos on YouTube. This is one of my favorites. Enjoy Where Do I Belong?

Another really good one is World Out Your Window. To be honest, I’ve liked all the songs I’ve heard by this band. You can find out more about this band by checking their website Joe Symes and the Loving Kind.

Of course, coming from Liverpool, England, there are the inevitable comparisons between these gentlemen and another, outrageously famous, band from Liverpool. I have to admit that this song gives us a little bit of an early Beatles vibe. I think that’s one reason I like Fine Line so much, as I am an ardent Beatles fan. However, all that aside, I love the music and I know you will too. Look for and listen to Joe Symes and the Loving Kind!

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