Siobhan and Roger exchanged a look. “Well, there probably won’t be one. I wasn’t planning on marrying Roger…. In fact, he was kind of dating Amber.”
“I don’t think one night of wild sex constitutes dating,” Amber said.
Roger dropped his head to the table, groaning. “See the problem with having two women you’ve been to bed with at the same table? Never do this to yourself, Leo. Not ever.”
“Oh, but Roger, honey,” Arista said, patting him on the back. “Leo knows all about us, sweetheart! It’s not a secret, the love we share.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes
It is the narrator speaking, not a character, but the best way I know to introduce quotes from the second book in the Jorthus fantasy series:
Heroes are seldom created in a day, and they do not spring forth from their mothers, draped in glory, to be heralded as the saviors of their people. They can crawl from any corner: a prayerful temple sanctuary or the filthiest rat hole. They rise to face a foe bravely; fight terrible odds to save a wronged prisoner; or even sacrifice their life to stop a disaster. In stepping up to their destiny, they grow before the thankful eyes of the admiring throngs to become greater than all others… behemoths, at times.
But… this is not always the case. At least, it is not true in this case.
Here we have prisoners, thieves, fugitives, and even murderers…
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Marc grinned happily. “Look at Mickey, he looks just like me!”
Wil leaned over, gazing speculatively at the wrinkled, mottled baby who howled loudly in his father’s arms. Examining Marc, he frowned as he looked at the baby.
“Yes, he does, God bless him. Looks just like you, poor kid.” He turned, gazing at his namesake, cuddling in his mother’s arms. “Now this one, he looks just like his mama.” He touched the soft, dark hair on the baby’s head.
He whispered something only Matilda heard, a little prayer for his nephew. “Lord, just don’t let him turn out like me.”
The Maker is Book 3 in the Lone Wolf Series. Soon to be reissued with a new cover by Suzette Vaughn!
“‘Cause if that’s a threat—sir, I think it’s only fair to warn you and I got more friends around here than you. I claim kin to over half this county and if I come up missing even so much as a tooth. . . . Let’s just say that a few gators ain’t gonna be hungry for awhile.”
“That sounds like a threat to me, McMurtry.”
© 2014 Dellani Oakes
Family Matters was my 2015 NaNoWriMo novel. Police Detective Boone Strange has been falsely accused of harassment and assault by a sleazy lawyer named Walt Sims. Fortunately, he has a friend who helps him take care of it.
“You’re well within your rights to, son. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, Boone. You’ve been a good officer. I apologize.”
“No apology needed, sir. You took the word of your friend. I’d do the same.”
“You’re far too kind,” Susan said, glaring at Sims once more. “I’ll let it go this time, Walt. But you mark my words, you even take too long a breath, I’ll be on you like wet paint on a park bench.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes
by Ruth Davis Hays 2016
Having made a swift retreat from Daviel’s room after a violent encounter, ‘Khiall locks himself away to deal with his confusion over the fervor.
Alone in his monastic cell, D’harromarrie’khiall stared at his wobbly reflection in a polished brass washbasin. The Blessed Fathers did not allow the acolytes mirrors.
He stared most pointedly at his ears. The tips had grown out after their last clipping, but were far from their full height even with the healing he had received from the Fathers. Cut and scarred ears had not be the area of concentration. The healing prayers had been for his life and the genital wound inflicted by Solomen.
Yet, as he placed the bowl down on the tiny wooden desk, he pondered the tugging connection between the two body parts. Both of which were still suffering a persistent throb from Daviel’s touch.
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