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Monthly Archives: June 2016

Tuesday Tales – Picture Prompt


Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week is a picture prompt. Last week we met Dani. Now it’s time to meet Fitz.

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Dani punched the pillow under her head then settled into it. Even hitting something so fluffy hurt. She quickly scanned her bruised knuckles. That and her swollen face would heal in a matter of days.

She propped her feet on the headboard and stared at the poster over her bed. The image of a book and a cup of coffee on the beach made her wish for warm sand and tropical breezes. Someday, she promised herself. Someday soon she’d go on vacation to someplace like that. She’d have to afford it first.

Dani glanced down at the vibration at her hip. The same number that called at least a dozen times earlier that day appeared on her cell. Whoever it was never left a message. She huffed. Telemarketer. She turned her attention back to her daydream getaway at the beach.

The phone spit out one last violent shudder. Dani sighed as she glanced at the screen. Voicemail. She frowned. Who the hell was this person? She tapped on the screen to play the message.

“Hey, I’m sorry for all the calls. I met this amazing girl at the bar but it’s obvious she gave me the wrong number. However, if by some slim chance I’m calling Dani, this is Fitz. I think you’re beautiful and I want to have dinner with you. So call me. Unless this isn’t Dani then I apologize. All right. Bye.”

Dani sat up as she stared at her phone. It was Fitz. Fitz, the tall, muscular Adonis with dark hair and deep blue eyes. Fitz from Diamondhead. The enemy. She couldn’t possibly go out with this guy. It would betray her team.

She had no idea how long she stared at the phone before she scooped it up and dialed Fitz’s number. It only rang twice.

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Tuesday Tales – Toes


Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I apologize. Last week the excerpt I shared was supposed to be the beginning of my new series, Fighter Girlz.

Then my muse hit. New characters, a new plot. This is the new beginning for Fighter Girlz. Get ready to be Dani and Fitz.

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The ruckus above sounded like deep rolls of violent thunder. The rumble shook the entire building. Dani raised her eyes up to watch the tiered cement ceiling above her. This arena wasn’t that old and this wasn’t the first event held here. It didn’t take away the deep seeded fear that the thousands of fans above weren’t going to fall down on top of her.

All the noise didn’t help with her nerves. This was her sixth fight. And just like the ones before, her stomach was in a knot. She looked up at the mirror in front of her as she nudged an ebony braid off her shoulder. She sat backwards in the folding chair, her arms laid on the backrest. She was dressed in her black sports bra and fight shorts speckled with the white logos of her sponsors. Her bare feet were just visible in the reflection. Her toenails were painted black because her little sister insisted that they paint their toes the night before. It was a prefight ritual now. Her lime green mouth guard was hooked around her left ear.

She barely turned as the door to the locker room opened with a squeak. She forced a smile on her face as Ryan appeared.

“Things have started. You’re the eighth fight,” he reported

“We’ve got time,” she countered smoothly.

“Not as much as you think. Those first couple will probably end in the first round. Let’s wrap your hands.”

Ryan whipped a chair around and dragged it towards her. He then grabbed their bucket of supplies and dropped it between them. Once he was settled backwards in his seat, he fished in the bucket for scissors and the rest of the items he needed.

They sat silent as he wrapped her hand. Dani loved the feeling of Ryan’s touch as he worked. She glanced up at him. His close cropped brown hair and angular face used to make her melt when they were dating. Now that they were only friends it was just cute. But his touch? His touch undid her. She didn’t think it was him. It’s because he’s the last guy I slept with.

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Tuesday Tales – Pencil


Hello and welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week I’m starting a new MMA Romance, which will be the first book of the Fighter Girlz series. 

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The click of high heels on the cement sidewalk echoed in time with Cassidy’s stampeding heart. She glanced briefly at the address penciled on the scrap of paper in her hand. This was not the area of town she belonged in. The worn brick garages and bungalow houses with peeling paint didn’t compare with her sky rise apartment and five star restaurants. She couldn’t remember the last time she was in this neighborhood. She took another look at the scribble.

Her steps slowed as she reached the rusty door. Her friend, Danielle, recommended this place. Not that Cassidy had any desire to do this. She didn’t. The whole idea was barbaric. But Elliott had mentioned more than once that she was getting a little pudgy. He also commented how trim and fit his new assistant was. It was incentive enough for Cassidy to at least take a look.

She pulled open the door to find a narrow set of steps leading upstairs. Her heels wobbled as she slowly ascended. The sound of canvas striking canvas reached her ears. Finally, reaching the top she took in the scene.

The entirety of the cement floor was covered with wrestling mats. Punching bags hung from the ceiling long the far wall. Above an enclosed office area she could see exercise bikes and mirrors. Outside the office were racks of gloves, pads and other equipment. The whole place was lit with sunlight streaming through square windows cracked open to let fresh air in. Despite the breeze there was still the strong scent of sweat and disinfectant.

A chiseled, well built man strode across the mats to Cassidy. His blond hair was rustled and his skin held a thin sheen of sweat. His hands were covered in fingerless gloves.“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Duos MMA,” Cassidy replied, her voice squeaking nervously.

“You’ve found it.” The man held out his hand. “My name is Ryan. Are you interested in classes?”

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