Tuesday Tales

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales. This week the prompt is sun.

Over the past weeks I’ve been sharing scenes from Book Four in the Jessica Sales series, Rodeo Queen. This particular book is scheduled for release in March 2014. Today’s entry is also the last time with this particular book. Next week I’ll be introducing you all to The Lost Earl, a regency romantic suspense.

She rolled onto her side letting her arm flop across his chest. Barely able to open her eyes, after a night of love making, she watched as sunlight danced across his chest. Lifting her head she was able to glance out the partially closed blinds.

“Damn. Get up, we overslept,” Shay said, shaking John until he stirred, then threw the sheet off letting the cool air conditioning pebble her nipples.


“You heard me. From the looks of the sun it’s got to be at least noon and we’ve got a lot to d and little time to do it in,” she briefly explained before ripping the bedding off him, which was a mistake as her she noticed his morning erection. She could feel her eyes widen at the sight.

Never having woken up with man in the same bed this came as a pleasant surprise, one she knew was going to be occurring every day from now on.

“What?” John said, then followed her eyes down. “Oh, that. Yep it’s normal but unfortunately we don’t have time right now to enjoy it.”

She stepped back so he could swing his legs over the side of the bed then stand, then stood on her toes and gave him a kiss.

“That’s a promise for things to come,” she whispered before heading to the bathroom and a shower, she knew alone but wished with him.

Twenty minutes later they stepped out of the RV into the midmorning sun to be met but Jessica and Ronny, with coffee cups in hand.

“Here, thought you might need this and don’t worry we woke up not long ago ourselves. Still haven’t heard from the other two,” Jessica said handing Shay the mug.

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Tuesday Tales

Once again we’re returning to my WIP Rodeo Queen, Book Four in A Jessica Sales Novel. This book is scheduled for release in March 2014.

The prompt this week is hand.

“Let me throw this out as a wild card. We think he might be wanting to set off some kind of bomb at the Houston rodeo, right?” Shay said the paused waiting for a response.

“That would fit into his profile,” Jessica answered. “Why? Do you think it could be something else?”

“Like I said this is a really long shot, but what if he’s bringing in a time bomb in the form of infected stock. Then when people go home they spread the disease to others.”

She watched the faces on her friends go white with fear from what she’d just told them.

“Crap Shay, when you think outside the box you really go all the way,” John said, giving her a hung.

“That’s one hell of a wild card idea and definitely doable. The only problem is how can we find out which animals are infected and with what,” Martina uttered.

“Not to mention, will they be carrying the disease when they arrive or will Grey inject them at the rodeo,” Toby declared.

Since she was the only one here, except for Jessica, with rodeo experience Shay figured the answer to his question would come from her. She leaned back against John to get comfort from his strength while she analyzed the question and her response.

From past experience she knew all the stock had to be vetted prior to entering the grounds, then the owners had to present proof of vaccinations.

But what if, she thought to herself, a vet had a hand in allowing a few infected stock through. Depending on the disease the animal carried it would only take three or four, maybe one in each of the events.

Twisting her head around so she could look into John’s beautiful brown eyes then back to the others, a knowing smile on her lips.

“I know how Justin is going to do it but we need specific information from George, but first we need intercept the email Grey is probably going to send the ARA. Right now protecting his reputation is paramount. Since we’ve got over a week before Houston we can handle Grey later,” Shay announced.

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Tuesday Tales

This week, instead of a word prompt, we’re writing to a picture prompt. We had 4 to choose from and this is the one I liked as it goes so well with my current untitled WIP.


Stepping out onto the porch she gasped at the beauty before her. The pine trees had been skillfully thinned allowing an uninterrupted view of the lake. The only thing which concerned her was the furniture, two recliner wooden chairs and nothing else. She wondered if he set a trap for her, after all they were mortal enemies in one form and coworkers in another.

“I know I’m not early and it’s the right day,” she mumbled to herself. “I wonder if he knows about my other half?”

No sooner had those few words slipped from her lips than her nose detected a disarming stench, one she’d only learned to recognize a few days ago.


Her dreaded enemy and one which Dominika, her lover, had warned her about.

Having been initiated into the sisterhood several weeks ago she knew there was a lot to learn and traps was one of them. A light breeze brought the smell once again to her nose telling her the beast was getting closer. Knowing she couldn’t outrun it, in human form, Tatiana’s hand automatically reached for the talisman hanging from her neck.

Before she could blink her body transformed into a wolverine with teeth bared and hackles spiked. Against her better judgment with her wolverine claws retracted, maybe to preserve the beautiful wooden deck, she stalked to its edge smelling for the monster with a twitching nose.

Then, without warning the stink disappeared to be replaced with the sexy, erotic fragrance of a man. And from what her muzzle discerned someone very strong and well-muscled.

The sound of footsteps approaching through the brush brought her eyes to the left. She saw him, naked against the setting sun.

Tatiana changed back to her human form not realizing she was nude also.


Tatiana didn’t blush, just nodded.


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A Healing Love


Kimberly Rogers vowed to fight a tragic past the only way she knew how: she joined the Army and became strong. No man would hurt her again. But a war wound sends her to her brother’s in Cripple Creek, WY, with vision and hearing impairments.

Whereas glasses can help her see and hearing aids can help her hear, nothing can force her to talk again. Is she really unable to speak, or is she hiding behind her disability to protect herself, her pride, and her heart? Regulated to the most menial of jobs, her world in shambles, Kimberly is finally convinced to seek medical assistance.

Carlos Medina is Jackson Hole’s best therapist. If anyone can make Kimberly speak again, it’s him. But Kimberly has to meet him halfway, and Carlos has his own past tragedy that the young, mute woman threatens to force him to conquer.

They both have wounds…and sometimes wounds must be reopened before they can heal. Can they open up to each other? Can Kimberly find her voice again and open her heart? Can love heal them both?


Carlos had been expecting a badly scarred, burly woman, not the petite, slender girl from the coffee shop in Cripple Creek. Only, she wasn’t really a girl. Her curves attested to that. He had to remind himself she was twenty-three, as there was something extremely young and vulnerable about her. Only the angry red mark on her throat—not covered by a scarf as it had been when he’d seen her before—marred her beauty…and that didn’t bother him.

She stepped forward, her gaze on his. She looked just as surprised at the sight of him as he was at the sight of her. Had she been expecting an old man with gray hair? He fought the urge not to smile at the idea. Most people expected someone with his reputation to be much older than his twenty-eight years…and not a biker they’d met in a coffee shop who rambled about senoritas and antibiotics. After all, obtaining a PhD was time-consuming. But he’d been lucky, and unlike many other students, had not had to work his way through college, and thus, had been able to focus solely on his studies. He knew he was blessed. A supportive family and a scholarship had seen him through.

Carlos jolted himself from his musings and managed to tear his gaze away from his patient—patient, best not to forget that—and looked for her brother, expecting him to be right behind her. There was no one there; she was alone.

“Hi.” He rose from his chair and reached a hand out to her for her to shake. “You must be Kimberly Rogers. Is your brother with you?” Her hand felt soft and delicate in his own. He was careful not to give it the firm squeeze he normally was prone to giving, careful to keep his expression neutral and not reveal his surprise or pleasure.

She nodded and pointed to the door, in the direction of the waiting room.

He mentally flipped a switch in his mind, from Casual Carlos to Doctor Carlos. Carlos decided the fact she had brought her brother, but not allowed him to escort her into the office itself was a positive sign. She wanted to do this on her own, obviously. She wasn’t weakened to the point she needed someone to hold her hand at all moments. His task may not be as difficult as he’d originally thought. Then again, too much pride could also hinder a patient’s healing. But at least she was willing and comfortable enough to face a therapist on her own. The woman had drive. It was visible in the way she held herself in front of him, back straight, shoulders back, chin up. And though he knew from her records she was wearing contacts, her eyes had a determined glint the lenses couldn’t hide. The removal of the scarf was a positive step as well. She was no longer ashamed of her wound.

“Have a seat.” Carlos gestured to the chair across from his desk, and then, instead of taking his own, he walked around to take the seat a short distance from hers, turning it slightly as he sat so he would be facing her. When she appeared comfortable, despite the fact she was gripping the armrests, he smiled warmly at her. “I’m Carlos Medina. Your brother told me some of your past history and current problems, but I would like the full story from you. Now, I realize you cannot speak; that’s why you’re here, so is there a particular way you wish to communicate with me right now? You want to write? Would you rather fill out a form and then talk to me on the computer until we progress?” He waited, clearing his throat nervously, for her to answer, and shocked himself with his own internal thought. Please, say no.

Yea, he was going to crumple and throw that desensitization, talk via computer crap out the window…if she let him. He couldn’t explain why—some therapist he was—but he didn’t want to this woman to talk to him online. He wanted to talk to her in person. The little switch was slipping back down to Casual Carlos pretty fast. There must be a short in my circuit, because I don’t want or need a woman in my life like that—especially not a patient. It’s not worth my career…or my heart.

Carlos visualized the switch in his mind as he watched the young woman and pictured the little button moving back up to Doctor Carlos.

* * * *

Kimberly stared at the handsome doctor in front of her. Talking online would be easier and more convenient, but she didn’t need that kind of treatment. It wasn’t like she was afraid of going out in public. Plus, she’d lucked out as far as doctors went. The doctors at Walter Reed had been older, gray, and paunchy. Heck, her audiologist wasn’t a young thing, either. But this man…whoa.

He’d been in the back of her mind ever since her failed second job. Meeting him had been the first time she’d felt feelings of attraction or interest in the opposite sex in ages.

This time, the atmosphere was quieter, calmer, and she wasn’t flustered or busy and could take the time to really look at him. He was tall, with olive skin and warm milk chocolate eyes. His face was clean-shaven, his hair ink-black and wavy despite its short length. He sported a very nice suit, a drastic difference from the biker attire she’d seen him in before. An expensive-looking watch was his only jeweled adornment. She’d checked.

He cleared his throat, bringing her back to earth. Kimberly realized he’d been waiting for her to respond. Her face heated with embarrassment. He was looking at her expectantly. What had he asked? Oh yeah, the online thing. No…

Flustered, she merely shook her head at him and reached into her back pocket. She had come prepared. She pulled out her trusty pad, welcoming an excuse to stop staring at him. Her notes were slightly damp from the sweat of her body, and she was reluctant to hand them over, but it was her story, the words she’d written for George. She could sit here all day and scribble in front of him or hand him this.

Deciding she’d rather he be staring at her notes than watching her write them, she handed them over. This way, she would watch him.

He took the notes, and his hand lightly brushed against hers in the process. Kimberly was surprised by the current that traveled up her arm, all the way to her shoulder, on that little contact.

I’m so glad I got contacts.

“Is this what happened to you?” His voice was soft, yet at the same time clear and masculine.

She nodded, very aware of his gaze on her until finally, he looked down at the papers he was holding. A small rush of air escaped her, and she allowed herself to relax. She’d been so conscious of what she must look like; hair tucked behind her aids, the red mark on her throat. It was unnerving having such a handsome man staring at her.

Now, she sat back and stared at him as he read, noting the crease that appeared between his brows, the cleanliness of his fingers turning the pages, the rugged line of his jaw.

Suddenly therapy didn’t seem so bad.


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602498_128145570674488_807058240_nTara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, dog mom, writer, and editor. You’ll never see her without her Kindle or a book within reach. As a child, she would often take a flashlight under the covers to finish the recent Nancy Drew novel when she was supposed to be sleeping.

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Tuesday Tales

Welcome back for another round of Tuesday Tales, a place where books are born. Ice Queen the first in the A Jessica Sales Novel being released today was almost entirely written to word prompts on Tuesday Tales.

This week the prompt is “shoe” and I’m returning to Book 4 in the  Jessica Sales Novel series to bring you my scene.

“I see what you both mean and agree. Then my question, who the hell is that? And who would want to hurt me so much?” George all but demanded of the two women.

“What about your foreman Mort? There’s something I don’t like about him. There seems to be a sleaze about him trust,” Martina suggested.

“I think you might be right babe. He always seems to be at the wrong place at the right time, like he’s trying to establish an alibi,” Toby said.

“Of course I’m right. I’m a woman,” Martina announced to the groans of the men and applause of the other women.

“Fine, but how do we prove it’s not me and this is only one of how many footage of my double someone has?”

“All we need to do is prove it’s not you in one,” Ronny answered.

“He’s right Dad. And with this and a letter from Steve that you met him on the date and time indicated that will be enough to prove your innocence.”

“Okay, but why did he poison the stock when he knew he’d be videoed and I was out of town?” George asked of everyone.

“What if he didn’t know about it? Jessica you mentioned a man, Justin Grey. Could he be the one behind this, and here’s where my forensic mind takes over, to maybe draw you out?” Shay asked.

Jessica forced her way out of the beanbag chair she’d chosen and started pacing around the living room, her hands clenching and unclenching in anger.

Those on her team knew better than to distract her, but Ronny did anyways.

“She’s right darling. Now we have to figure out how to put the shoe on the other foot and get him.”

Jessica stopped midstride and spun on him. “And just how the hell are we supposed to do that.”

“Easy. We let him play out his hand then grab him when he least expects it,” Martina said, then turned to George. “After the Liberty Hill rodeo what’s the next one?”

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Who Wants a FREE Book?


Have I got your attention yet?

It’s my birthday week, and I’ve decided to give you all a present to help celebrate my 33rd this past Tuesday June, 4th. What better way than to have my very first release up for FREE on Amazon for the entire weekend! (June 7th, 8th, and 9th)

I’d like to thank everyone for joining me here, and I hope you enjoy it! *coughs* Don’t forget, I’m always up for some new reviews too. If you have the time that is, in the meantime please check out the blurb and excerpt below and get your very own copy today before time runs out! Spread the word…

M2BBook blurb:

Jenna Baker is shaken up after her recovery with a near death experience. As if, being haunted with visions and losing her husband in a car accident weren’t hard enough. Could she be losing her mind? She finally moves on, only to have the husband she thought was dead suddenly reappear.

After the shocking task of convincing Jenna that she’s not seeing his ghost, Tyler becomes overwhelmed with guilt for saving himself and leaving her to almost die. Jenna’s recovery takes its toll while Tyler’s vulnerability gets the best of him. He’s harboring secrets that will devastate her and as Jenna unravels the truth her life takes an unexpected journey.


He smiled again, taking the last plate from her to dry and shook off the extra suds. Drips of water and soap suds flew through the air getting her wet in the process, and he laughed at her shocked expression.

“Oh, really,” she said in the mood to play. Taking the sprayer hose from the faucet, she turned it on and gave him a squirt. She laughed, and it was his turn to pause in shock.

She could tell by his expression that this meant war and made a run for it, laughing the whole way. She made it into the living room before he extended his arm to catch her, swooping her up as if she was feather light.

“Got ye.”

They both laughed, but when she turned to face him, he became serious suddenly. She knew then that the games were over. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and pulled her towards him. Slowly moving his face closer, his eyes sparkled and completely absorbed hers.

The kiss started out slow, and she wanted him to take his time with it. She held back a groan when his mouth pulled away and pulled him tighter against her. Her adrenaline pumped faster, and she could feel the warmth coursing throughout her body. There was no thinking twice about it; her desire consumed her.

Pushing him against the wall, she kissed him hard, wanting him in that moment more than she’d ever wanted anything. She liked where this was going, liked being in control, needed it in that moment.

Placing her hands on his chest, she slowly moved them down his beautifully sculptured abs. “Stay,” she whispered, taking a step back so that he could watch as she unzipped her dress. It slowly slid to the floor exposing her bare breasts and the sexy black thong she wore. She kicked it out of the way, pulled his shirt off, and pressed herself against him again, flesh against flesh.



Author bio:

Jennifer Labelle resides in Ottawa, Ontario Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In ‘her busy household’ Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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Tuesday Tales

This is the possible start of a new WIP so please forgive any mistakes you might find. I haven’t decided if I’m going to continue with it or not.

With a final glance at her computer screen she turned it off, rose from her chair and collected her cellphone. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have worried but this was far from ordinary. Turning back she thought briefly about rebooting it up when her cellphone rang.

Before answering she looked at the caller ID to see if it could be her fiancée but it wasn’t which worried her even more. The number wasn’t familiar but with him missing she risked answering it.

“Hello. Who’s this?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. All that does is, if you want to see Roger alive you’d better do as you’re told,” the voice said.

When she heard “Roger” and “alive” Savannah could feel bile welling up from her stomach and into her throat.

“What do you want?” she barely got out. Something told her this wasn’t your ordinary kidnapping but somewhat bigger.

“You know what we want. The file you both collected on Ahmed,” the voice demanded.

This time she was able to detect a slight middle east accent mixed with British thus giving her the impression the man was well educated. Of course, this didn’t matter as much as how he’d learned of the information. It and everything involved in the reports had been classified Top Secret, Your Eyes Only. Not even their assistant had seen it as only the highest level of people in the agency were privy to it.

“Sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied after a few seconds.

Savannah prayed that would buy her a little time to find out who this man was and where the leak in the organization was.

“That excuse won’t work with me. My source is impeccable. Now, you have one hour to collect the documents and all related data, including flash drives. You’re then to take everything to the train station and put it into locker 565. After you’ve done that you’ll be contacted with instructions on where to find Roger. Failure to comply will result in his death and I can assure you it won’t be a pleasant one.”

Savannah could tell from the hardness in his voice this man meant every word. Her biggest problem, how to get the folder out of the agency without anyone knowing.

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