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I Love Dialogue from Call Me

doodle banner I love dialogueMoira Crane is an English teacher at the high school. Shortly after her phone is stolen, she finds herself embroiled in a nightmarish reality. She’s been accused of murdering her five close friends, other teachers with whom she worked. Unfortunately, the detective in charge of the case has been dating Moira.

His boss, Lieutenant Ritchie joined Rhys in the hallway. “My office.”

Rhys followed his lieutenant to the large, glassed in room. Ritchie closed the vertical blinds before rounding on his detective.

“You’ll recuse yourself immediately, Detective Fletcher.”

“I can do this, sir. This is my case.”

“Now it’s someone else’s. If you’re in charge, the DA can kiss it goodbye. Chain of evidence is tainted. You don’t want me to remove you. That would get ugly.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re shtupping the prime suspect in this case.”

“We’re not having sex, sir. And when I asked her out, she was a victim, not a suspect. Her only crime was getting involved with Nestor Montoya. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s behind all this.”

“Why?”

“To get back at Moira for leaving him.”

“You really think he’s that petty?”

“Have you read the jacket on Montoya? He’s fucking crazy. I don’t mean amusingly eccentric like my Great Uncle Boyd who thinks he’s Santa Claus. I’m talking bat-shit crazy—violently so. I have to stay on this, Lieutenant.”

“Make me a good case, Rhys.”

“To protect Moira from Nestor Montoya.”

“Other people work in this department, son,” Ritchie said gently.

“They don’t have my unique background, sir.”

There was a long pause. Rhys stood quietly, waiting. He watched the lieutenant’s face go through emotional jumping jacks.

“A defense lawyer could rip you to shreds based on the kiss and the dancing alone. Any evidence would have to be irrefutable so a judge can’t throw it out.”

“Then we’d better get irrefutable evidence, sir.”

“I’ll let the interview continue. But I withhold the right to jerk a knot in your ass at any time.”

“Yes, sir. I respectfully request that additional security be added to the station.”

“Why?” Ritchie’s eyes narrowed.

“Because I think Montoya is crazy, arrogant and stupid enough to come at us. At least here we can see him coming.”

The lieutenant leaned over the over the desk as he eyed his detective. “Are you telling me what I think you are?”

Fletcher’s chin came up his face guarded. “Depends on what you think—sir.”

“You arrested that girl to protect her. You don’t think she’s guilty, you think Montoya’s after her. Why didn’t you just put her under our protection?”

“I think further interrogation will reveal that, sir.”

“Son, you’re crazier than Mazie. Fine, you talk to her. But if you haven’t noticed, boy, that girl hates your guts.”

“Better that than dead,” Rhys mumbled.

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I Love Dialogue! from Conduct Unbecoming

I love dialogue doodle bannerTeague McMurtry is a loyal friend. So when Aileen calls asking him to look for their friend, Nadeya, he can’t say no. Nadeya taught him everything he knows about survival. She is dangerous and damaged, having seen her fiancé murdered. She’s spent the last few years tracking down the men who killed him, seeking justice—or, at least, vengeance. When a body turns up on the beach, identical to a man Nadeya said she was looking for, suspicion targets her.

Tired of constantly being on the defensive, Teague intends to confront Quartermain and the others at the condo where they are staying. He and Nadeya head up to Daytona and take a room in the same condo. Once she learns Teague’s plans, Nadeya discourages the direct approach. She knows he can take Quartermain, but the other two are far more dangerous. She and Joel think baiting the bad guys is not only inappropriate, it’s crazy with a side of stupid. Still not liking it, Teague tells them he’s going for a walk on the beach.

Joel rose as his cousin walked by. “I’m going too.”

“I won’t do anything crazy!”

“Yeah, well I want to go for a walk too.”

Teague couldn’t think of a good argument against, so he agreed. They walked down the stairs, heading to the beach.

“He’s right down there,” Teague said with a groan. “Within reach!”

“No.”

“But he’s—”

“No! Dammit, Teague. Don’t make me drop you.”

“Like you even could,” was the disgusted reply.

Joel moved quickly, grabbing Teague’s arm. He tugged, spun and dropped, pulling Teague to his knees. Another move bought his cousin to the ground. Stunned, Teague lay on his belly. After a moment, he tapped out and Joel released him.

“You aren’t Superman,” Joel said.

“So, folks keep tellin’ me.” Teague rolled his head and shoulders rubbing his neck with a hand.

“Did I make my point?”

“Yeah. Shut up.”

Joel’s face fell, discouraged that Teague hadn’t really acknowledged his ability to take him down or taken his warning seriously. Teague noticed his cousin’s mute disappointment.

“I’m sorry. This gets to me. I don’t do waiting well.”

Joel clapped his hand on Teague’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.”

They went to the cabana by the pool. Taking stools, they ordered their beers and sipped them thoughtfully.

“We’re going at this sideways,” Joel mused. “You can’t go at them balls out with both barrels. They want that.”

“So, what do we do? I hate waiting. I waited on Mac and damn near got us both killed. They picked the time and place and were far stronger than I anticipated.”

“You didn’t know he was the enemy. This time, we know the players. We are at a home field advantage.”

“I’m not running away again. I won’t do that.”conduct unbecoming FINAL FRONT COVER large

“Not saying you should.”

“Then what?”

“Go home. Have a beer. Take your lady to bed.”

“That’s nothing.”

“Exactly.” Joel raised his beer at Teague.

“I don’t get it.”

“Do nothing. Go home. Relax. Let them come to you. No hiding, no running.” He shrugged. “Simple.”

Teague grinned. Taking Joel’s head in both hands, he planted a kiss on his cousin’s brow.

“You’re a genius.” Teague ruffled Joel’s hair.

“Been told that.” He rubbed at his head to smooth his waves back into submission.

“Let’s go home.”

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I Love Dialogue! Checkmate excerpt 2

I love dialogue doodle bannerDane Berry has had a few rough days. He’s been chased by rabid body builders, accosted by a screaming fan, robbed and shot at. The one bright spot in all this is Milla, but he won’t consummate his relationship with her while all this hangs over his head. He’s already put her in danger once, he doesn’t want to be responsible for her getting badly hurt. Now, he’s having a conversation with the managers of the hotel/ casino where he’s staying. They are worried about Dane, but more concerned about the impact these incidents might have on their reputation. Dane’s bodyguards are with him.

“I have a question for you,” Cam said from the table. He’d been listening to all the discussion. “Who was the shooter?”

“The shooter?” Mr. Phillips looked confused.

“Yeah, the guy that took a shot at Dane. And why did your guys fail to stop him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mr. Andretti looked offended. “We hire good people. They know their shit. None of them have less than three years of military or police training.”

“Maybe so, but I saw what I saw,” Cam replied, standing up. “You got a guy roughly my height, he’s not as fat as he tried to look, we figure that was padding.” The other bodyguards nodded. “There were half a dozen guards there and he barreled through like they were nothing. The smallest guard there was Steve’s size.”

Steve stood next to Cam. He was easily four inches taller and considerably heavier.

“Now, I didn’t go to college, and I’m not up on my physics, so bear with me. If I’ve got six guys his size and one guy my size, and we don’t like each other, who do you think is gonna fall down?” He pointed from himself to Steve, spreading his hands toward Andretti and Phillips.

The owner and manager looked at one another uncomfortably.

“I dunno about you, but I’m thinkin’—me.”

“Did they know the shooter?” Steve asked, folding his arms across his chest. “And more to the point, Bill, can you trust your people?”

“Not to mention,” Jed added, coming up on Cam’s other side. “Can we trust them—or you?”

“Are you threatening me?” Mr. Andretti looked highly offended.

“Should we be? It’s a few simple questions,” Jed continued. “Seems to me, we could find the answers if we asked nicely.”

“I don’t have to stay here and be insulted,” Mr. Andretti said, turning pale. “If you’re quite done?”

“Ain’t a matter of if I’m done,” Jed said quietly. “It’s a matter of if Mr. Berry is done.”

“I’m done,” Dane was furious. “Gentlemen, I keep my end of a bargain. I won’t bad mouth you, but don’t expect my endorsement either. Good day.” He shut the door behind them with a distinct bang.

“They didn’t hire the shooter, right?” Cam asked.

“No, that came from Allie, if that’s truly who is behind this,” Dane replied.

“Oh, I think so. That part makes sense. Then why cover up who the shooter was?” Steve added.

“Talk about embarrassing. That had to have been their guy. Not only that, their men know who he is and they didn’t stop him, which makes you wonder how many of Andretti’s people are really on his ex-wife’s payroll,” Jed mused.

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I Love Dialogue! from Checkmate

I love dialogue doodle bannerI’m especially pleased with this book. In 2009, I finished my NaNoWriMo novel, The Ninja Tattoo, early and got an idea for another book. I started on it Thanksgiving afternoon and finished it in four days. In addition to my NaNo novel, I wrote Checkmate, another 54,066 word novel. I’m pretty proud of that and I’m pretty proud of the book, too.

Dane Berry is a body building chess champion. He meets Milla Cochran on an elevator at a hotel where they are both staying. There is an immediate connection and they both know it’s a matter of timing before they get together. Unfortunately, right after that, things get crazy and there have already been a couple attempts on Dane’s life. With the help of the local police and a friendly FBI agent, Milla and Dane are trying to figure out who’s trying to kill him and why. This excerpt takes place right after Milla confesses, over the phone, that she’s ready to make love to Dane. Cam is one of his bodyguards.

Dane was in agony. Milla had just admitted to him that she wanted him to make love to her and he couldn’t act on it. Balling his pillow up, he threw it across the room.

“Dammit!” He tried to control his volume, but realized too late that he hadn’t.

There was a knock at the door. Cam peered around the edge of the door. “You okay?”

“My life sucks, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Could be worse,” Cam said, stepping into the room. “You could be laid up in the hospital, or dead. Of the three choices, I think you’ve got the best one.”

“Yeah, you have a point. And I have the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my entire life. I’ve gone longer than this, what’s wrong with me?”

“You want the perfect woman and you can’t have her yet. It’s happened to all of us at one time or another. Time to break out your two best friends,” he held up his hands. “Thing One and Thing Two. Open a bottle of Jim Beam and party.”

“You have a unique way of putting it.”

“It’s not a bad thing, you know. Lots of guys indulge on a regular basis.”

“Yeah, well. . . . Does it make me a pathetic loser?”

“No, man, cause it’s gonna happen. You’re only a pathetic loser if that’s the extent of your sex life and always has been. Look at Wronski, dude. He’s what, a year older than you?”

“Three.”

“Okay, so Wronski. He’s not even in the game anymore. Poor guy’s probably never been laid a single day in his life, and he’s playing solo soccer every night so his balls don’t turn to concrete.”

“Such a nice way of putting it. Thanks for reminding me why we don’t have heart to hearts very often.”

“Look, kid, I know you miss Grady. You and him have a connection that the rest of us don’t have. And that’s okay. It isn’t always good to get too close to the client. But I consider you like family. My advice, free of charge, whisk that girl off to a wedding chapel, have a nice meal, then go home and fuck all night.”

“Thanks, Cam. That’s one of the best ideas I’ve heard.”

“Don’t get smart-assed, kid. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m serious, dammit. But what kind of a life am I inviting her into right now? Am I doing her a favor to marry the girl and leave her a widow? Could you?”

“No, Dane. I couldn’t and I know you can’t either. But this won’t last forever. Then you can take care of business. Get some sleep.”

“I’m gonna try.” Dane lay down, flinging an arm across his eyes.

“Night, Dane.”

“Night, Cam.”

Cam left, turning out the light and shutting the door behind him. Dane knew he and the others would sleep in shifts, having one awake at all times. He felt like a heel keeping them from a full night’s sleep.

“I swear,” he promised himself. “When this is over, we all go on vacation. They can go anywhere they want and I’m going to take Milla to the Bahamas or Puerto Rico, somewhere lush and tropical.” And fuck her brains out, his Id added with a leer.

Being careful not to yell again, he lay on his bed trying to sleep, but it eluded him. Attempting to bore himself to sleep, he reviewed chess moves in his mind. Picturing three different boards, he made moves and counter moves automatically, trying to stump himself.

Concentrating on one board, he started to see a pattern emerge that he hadn’t even considered before. He was playing white, the black taking on a menacing aspect in his mind. For some reason, his mind had applied faces to the pieces. He saw himself as the white knight. Milla’s face graced the white queen and his father’s the bishop. Across the board, glowering at him, Angus McInnis’ face was on the black king piece. The anonymous gunman was a rook. They were advancing slowly toward him, leaving him no place to retreat. The faces on the other pieces were hidden in shadow, but the face on the black queen kept flickering at him as if he should know something that escaped him. Sitting up, he broke out in a cold sweat.

“That’s it!” He couldn’t explain how he knew, but it was finally becoming clear.

Lying back down, he snuggled under the blankets, suddenly cold. This was why they were trying to kill him, he was sure. But how could he prove it? And how could he make anyone, even those closest to him, believe it? Allowing the chess pieces to make their moves, he watched the board carefully, formulating a strategy.

© Dellani Oakes 2015

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I Love Dialogue! from The Best Medicine

I love dialogue doodle bannerIt’s no secret that I Love Dialogue. In fact, for the last year or so, I’ve been sharing excerpts from quite a few of my books on my other blog Writer Sanctuary

Since not all of you follow me over there, I thought I’d start sharing over here as well. These will be repeats for those of you who follow my other blog, but they are (in my opinion) worth sharing again. I hope you continue to enjoy them and look for new ones every Tuesday on Writer Sanctuary

Dr. Tanya O’Toole has just started working at a new hospital. Having changed her emphasis from Family Medicine, to Radiology, she’s working hard to make up for lost time. She meets Dr. Morgan Fellowes when she faints in the doctor’s lounge. She finds herself fascinated with the energetic man and they start dating. When she meets his family, she realizes that he’s not the only one that’s kinda wild and crazy—in a totally fun way. She’s having breakfast with his older sister, Molly, her husband, Kenny and their son, Duke.

“They’re crazy, you know this right?” Kenny looked at Tanya, his tone and expression flat. “Completely bonkers, the entire family.”

Tanya looked at Morgan and Molly, their eyes watering as they giggled. “I’m beginning to figure that out. But it works for me.” She winked at Kenny who grinned back at her. “I just wish I understood, I’d like a good laugh too.”

Kenny shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “Trust me, no you wouldn’t. I’ve heard this story. It’s one of those where you had to have been there for it to be funny at all. I didn’t even crack a glimmer of a grin when they told me.”

Morgan and Molly finally stopped laughing long enough to gather up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. As they cleaned up, Kenny and Tanya sat at the table sipping coffee and chatting.

“So, what are the plans for the day?” Kenny asked her.

“I’m working this afternoon,” Tanya said. “But before I do that, I’d better go to the grocery store. In fact, we both should. Morgan hasn’t a thing in his house to eat and I’m out of just about everything.”

“Oh, what excitement,” Molly said dryly. “And here I thought you had something fun planned, like rock climbing or hang gliding.”

“No, that’s next week,” Morgan said, keeping his face completely straight. “I thought we’d try joining the Mile High Club tomorrow, that is if I can borrow the family jet.”

Tanya glanced around the room trying to figure out if Morgan was teasing. No one smiled. They all looked as if his remark was completely normal. Just as she was about to ask, Duke’s ears went red and he burst out laughing. It was an explosive sound and made her jump. He giggled until tears came to his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he told Morgan. “I just couldn’t hold it any more. Tanya, the look on your face was priceless! Good one, Uncle Morph.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Duke. I’m completely serious.” He took a sip of his coffee and tipped casually back in his chair.

“But—I—Whatever!” Making rude finger gestures at his uncle, he walked from the room muttering to himself.

Morgan’s lip twitched and then a smile spread across his face. “No, I’m kidding about the mile high thing, Tanya. But the family does have a plane. It belongs to Uncle Scott.”

“No, Uncle Stan,” Molly corrected.

“I’m always mixing them up,” Morgan told her. “I hope I know them by sight and haven’t had them mixed up in my head for the last thirty years. I think they played a prank on me as a child and pretended to be one another to confuse me.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Molly told him. “They are a little eccentric and have a very bizarre sense of humor.”

“Which is the one with gold teeth? Stan?”

“No.”

“Oh. Well then I don’t know which is which. My entire life has been an illusion. I’m going to require years of therapy to make me myself again.”

“I can help with that,” Tanya told him with a perfectly straight face. “I am a professional. I even did a short stint on a psychiatry ward. Would you say you suffer from delusions?”

“Constantly,” Morgan said with a huge, dramatic sigh. “Or are they illusions? What’s the one when you see things?”

“Hallucinations. . . or is it halitosis? I get those two mixed up.”

Kenny was looking from Morgan to Tanya and back again. “She’s as loony as he is. No wonder they get along so well. What a relief! I thought we had a normal one in the family and I was going to worry about her continued mental health!”

Molly grinned, watching Morgan and Tanya be silly. “I think it’s wonderful! I’m so glad you fainted into my brother’s arms, Tanya!”

“Well, specifically she fainted and I caught her in my arms, but it’s just semantics. I’m glad too.”

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