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Sidetracked by Dellani Oakes Part 56

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Cover image from Free Stock Photos: Railroad Track On A Fall Day by Curtis Dean Wilson

“I’m proud of you for nursing,” Deirdre said. “I’m glad young mothers are coming back to the right way.”

“You know my doctor tried to talk me out of breast feeding?” Nadeya said. “As soon as he stopped screaming, I asked for my records and found another doctor.”

“Another testicular torsion?”

“Na, titty twist. Very effective.” She laughed, cutting her eyes at Deirdre, who laughed loudly.

“I kicked my OB in the balls when I had Burl. He and I didn’t see eye to eye on several things. Long story short, he didn’t tell me I had a few hoops to jump through for an epidural. Then he goes to sew me up without any numbing agent. It was reflex POW!”

“She had awesome aim,” Fred said, carrying in a tray full of mugs and coffee things. “His wasn’t a torsion, but he was limping when he left. Served him right, he was a complete terror the entire time.”

“We had to go to him because of the insurance,” Deirdre said. “But I complained so about him, they dropped him and got a really lovely woman. She delivered Corin.”

“I was lucky with my OB, she’s got midwifes with her, and one of them delivered Ray.”

“More family?”

“The doctor, not the midwifes. One of them a very handsome guy.” She raised an eyebrow.

“I guess I went into the wrong field,” Fred said, pouring them each a cup of coffee.

The other men trailed in with dessert and plates. They enjoyed their treat in the living room.

“Bedtime,” Fred announced, pointing to his boys. “I’m driving you in the morning, so move it, Rawhide.” He made a whip-crack sound.

“I’ll take them,” Aaron said.

“No need….”

“I’d rather. You and Dee stay here with Jasper and Nadeya, and I’ve got the boys.”

“I’ll go,” Nadeya said. “I have to pick up Ray-Ray. I can pump some, but I need my baby fix by then.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Nay takes the boys, Jasper and I will stay here.”

“You’re not worried about Nadeya by herself?” Fred asked.

Jasper chuckled, kissing his wife. “My wife is nine times more lethal than anything those jokers can send. No.”

Eoin headed to Daytona, riding to the club with Aaron. He had everything he needed in his satchel, and he’d already done the prep work at Deirdre’s house. Walking in, he was greeted like a long, lost prodigal son. Assuring everyone he was fine, he settled in his dressing room and put on his foundation garments. These nicely padded his chest and rounded his hips and buttocks so he looked more feminine. Once this was accomplished, he dressed and started his makeup and hair.

The stage manager came by a few minutes after he’d finished, greeting him and going over special guests, events and so forth, that he was to mention during his spiel. Eoin always ad libbed his introductions, preferring to be spontaneous and in the moment. He felt a little flustered and off his game, but once the house lights went down and he took his spot for the opening number, the butterflies stopped fluttering. He was in his element, ready to take possession of the stage. The music came up and his voice formed the first words of Feeling Good by Nina Simone, echoing in the dark. As the music built, the lights came up, to find him seated on a stool, in a glittering black sheath dress and fishnet stockings. His own black hair had been teased and glittered, standing up like Tina Turner’s.

As he went through the evening, he couldn’t stop himself thinking about their situation. He wasn’t afraid for himself, but he was worried about Deirdre’s family. He didn’t let the preoccupation interfere with his performance. If anything, he did better than he had in a long time. They had finished the grand finale, and the cheering audience begged for one more song. Eoin whispered to the others, and the band, what he wanted to do.

“That’s gonna bring everyone down, man,” Miss Twiggy, an anorexic looking performer, said.

“This is important to me. Please just do it. I can’t explain now.”

“Fine. But my objections….”

“Are noted.” Signaling the band, he walked alone onto the stage.

Slow, soulful music began. A soft spot came up on Eoin’s torso. Standing in the half dark, he spoke quietly into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I lost a very dear friend, the love of my life, a few days ago. She was murdered.” A gasp escaped the audience. “Normally, I would end the show on a high, happy note, but if you’ll bear with me, I would like to dedicate this song to Wendy.” Soft applause followed.

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Character Quotes from Love in the Pink by Dellani Oakes

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character-quotes-image“Her mother must be an artist.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Her name. Not a name a man would choose, and not mainstream. It’s lovely and unusual.”

“As is she.”

Mom smiled, patting my hand. “I apologize for interrupting. First time?”

Despite the fact I’m a grown man, and my mother and I are very open about my sex life, that caught me off guard.

“How can you tell?”

“That soft glow on your faces. It must have been very good.” She touched my cheek fondly.

“It was the best. I can’t describe it.” Shaking my head, I fiddled with my coffee. “I think maybe this one will take.”

“Good. I want grandchildren.” Grinning, she smacked my cheek, pinching my lips together in a duck face. “At least four. Since you are my only issue, you need to be prolific.”

“Might have to get Cerise’s okay on that, Mother,” I…

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Curl Up with a Good Book ~ From Sea to Sea by Nelda B Gaydou

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curl up with a good book from sea to sea nelda b gaydouFrom a three-week voyage of more than 7000 miles from New Orleans to Buenos Aires in 1964 through an eight-day, 3258-mile round-trip drive between Evanston, Illinois and Clovis, New Mexico in 2017, whether in their prime or in their nineties, the Bedfords have packed a lot into their life’s journey. Follow their inspiring story of faith and service, set in fascinating times and places in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres.

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SOUTHERN OWL PUBLICATIONS IS YOUR BEST BET FOR A WONDERFUL PUBLISHING EXPERIENCE!

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is a varying genre publisher. 

Historically, an Owl is a nocturnal bird of prey with large forward-facing eyes surrounded by facial disks, a hooked beak, and typically a loud call.

Like the Owl, Southern Owl Publications stands sturdy, focused, ready to make an imprint

on our readers and the world.

Our goal is to publish words that were inspired and put to page by your minds, ones of great diversity and respect for the written word. Point with your mighty eyes to see beyond yourselves, and in doing so,

awaken the wise owl within you.

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Sometimes acceptance (in giving up wanting anything more that what is humanly possible) is the best policy. We want our best foot forward and that is all we can ask for. What we all are doing is amazing given our resources. Especially…

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Dakota Livingston’s whole world has been turned upside down… Losing You -Book 2 by Amanda Mackey

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Losing You Amanda Mackey coverAfter realizing she’s the sole survivor of a plane crash—the plane that was to take her to her injured father—her will to live is put to the test as she floats out at sea for days with no water or food.

Ready to give up, she’s rescued by some fisherman from a nearby island. Waking up, not knowing where she is and with no communication with the outside world, Dakota befriends a 12 year old native boy who has secrets hauntingly similar to her own. As their friendship grows it becomes clear just how similar their lives are. In a race against time, with recovery underway, Dakota is desperate to save Daniel from his own demons and return to the love of her life who has given her up for dead. Can one woman’s sheer grit and determination overcome all odds?

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Choices 1 Alton & Velda

In order to help your choice of book along, I’m including the first typed page of each. I’m not going beyond the first typed page, though. Just the first 500 words or so – even if it stops in the middle of a sentence. It will be fun! Trust me.

Presented in order they are listed in the post.
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CHAPTER ONE

Alton shrugged, stepping back from the perilous edge. If Velda said she could handle it, he wouldn’t argue. If his travels had taught him nothing else, it was not to judge abilities on appearance.

Noiselessly, the slender maiden dove into the icy, turbulent river. For several heart stopping moments, Alton watched without seeing her. A flicker of movement 20 yards away, near the river’s center, alerted him to her presence. Smiling, he relaxed a little. A splash and flash of silver got his attention. Was there something else in the water? Could it be Velda was under attack?

His warrior’s senses cautioned him against diving into the turgid current, but also nudged him to protect the young woman. Common sense held him back. He was not a strong swimmer, particularly in scale armor. He’d surely founder and Velda would have to save him. That scenario held little appeal.

Minutes passed slowly. Alton stood by the water, eyes examining the surface of the rapids. He didn’t lower his guard or forget his environment, but his attention was divided,, or he would surely have heard the rustling in the bushes sooner. He slid into the shadows, drawing a long dagger from his boot. His dark skin lent itself to concealment. His bronze scale armor helped him blend into the underbrush. He waited, hardly breathing.

A horse in full tack, riderless, walked up to the water to drink. It was coal black with a white sock on its left foreleg. A stallion, he noticed. Kitted out for exploration with bedroll behind the saddle and small panniers on either side. It wore no colors or insignia. The saddle and bridle were unadorned. There was no visible brand on the flank.velda

If there was a horse, there would be a rider. Where he might be, Alton didn’t know, but intended to find out. Velda was in the water, unprotected. He was vulnerable as well. He stayed in the shadows, casting out with his energy, listening to the vibrations. At first, all was normal forest noise. There was the babble of the river, chattering of squirrels, chirping birds, the swish of a fox’s tail followed by the surprised squeak of the rabbit it caught. Leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, pine needles whispered—and someone drew breath, exhaling slowly.

Focusing on that sound, Alton heard the heartbeat tapping. It wasn’t slow, nor was it overly fast. Like his, it was strong and regular. Adjusting his reading further, Alton probed to see if he’d been spotted. The other person breathed normally. There was no scent of trepidation or fear. For the moment, he wasn’t noticed. The rider posed no immediate threat. Still, why would he stand back while his horse drank? It made very little sense to Alton.

A splash and flicker of movement told him Velda was coming back. The rider’s pulse quickened. He’d heard it too. The horse raised its head, water dripping from its mouth. Eyes as black as its hide,

© 2018 Dellani Oakes

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Diana Milne – A Memory by Chuck Lovatt

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Today, we share our space with Author Chuck Lovatt as he shares his own memories of our beloved Diana Milne.

I first met Diana by way of a book club we both belonged to, in the summer of 2016. She wrote a review for my debut novel, and we became friends shortly thereafter. Since then, she went on to write reviews for all my books, but it wasn’t until I read what she’d written about a collection of some of my short stories, that I realised that she had known of me for quite a bit longer, having stumbled across a micro-short of mine by accident on the internet two years earlier. She’d even had it framed and hung on the wall of her den. Only Diana would think of doing something like that. I finally got to meet her in person last year while I was visiting my girlfriend…

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