Flash Fiction Friday!

Eek! It’s been a long time it feels like since I last did a flash fiction! But I’m back and full of Christmassy goodness! I asked my daughter for a new prompt today, and she was like, “Well, it’s Christmas, so…”

Writing Prompt ~ Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

He sat down and got comfortable…


“Jack and Coke, please.”

The bartender nodded and quickly prepared his drink. As soon as the delicious concoction sat in front of him, he knew the entire day would melt away. Be forgotten.

Well, maybe after five or six, strong, Jack and Coke’s it could all be forgotten.

The glass rose to his lips, the dark amber liquid close to running smoothly down his throat. And then his hand jerked as his head whipped to the side.

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer…” the woman stopped, smiled, and opened her mouth to keep singing a song he couldn’t stand.


A silky brow rose. “And why not?”

“It’s a dumb song.”

“It’s a very fun song.” Her mouth twisted with mischief. “You’re one of them.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, a Debbie downer of Christmas. Shall I call you Debbie, then?”

Was this woman for real? He just wanted to sit in peace and enjoy his drink and forget about his troubles for a while, not create new ones. It wasn’t too much to ask that she not sing a ridiculous song in the middle of a bar.

“I think you mean to say Scrooge.”

“Oh, no, you definitely look like a Debbie. Only a few can pull off an actual Scrooge.”

“Just stop singing and leave me alone.”

She nodded slowly, a delicate smile on her face. Although he didn’t think anything but havoc lay underneath that smile. Despite his sour mood, his body started to respond. He hated that as much as he hated her singing. He didn’t want to be attracted to this woman, especially one so infectious about Christmas.

He turned away, started to raise the glass to his lips, and just as he was about to swallow, a part of the drink dribbled down his chin as another loud song rang out of her sassy, yet damn sexy mouth.

“Frosty the Snowman—”


She looked at him quizzically but with a naughty intent hidden in the depths. “Come on. You don’t like Frosty either. What’s wrong with you, Debbie? Live a little.”

“Go somewhere else.”

Her features switched instantly. From playful to wrathful in an instant. “Listen up, Debbie. I was sitting here first. You go somewhere else.”

Finally, she was talking some sense. He did sit down after her. And if she was going to continue to sing every five seconds, then he would move. He just wanted to drink in peace. Not listen to her belt out Christmas tunes off key.

He stood up. She cocked an eyebrow in challenge. He took a step closer to her. He couldn’t resist leaning in as he whispered in her ear, “It’s Evan. And if you’re going to sing, at least sing in key.”

Before he could dwell on the fact she shivered as the words fell out softly, meant to entice, to flirt, he spun around and walked away. She had ramped up his desire, something he suppressed for the last six months with little effort. It pissed him off. But he couldn’t walk away from her without dishing out a little of his own torture.

And why should singing dumb Christmas songs get him hot and bothered? He hadn’t enjoyed Christmas in years.

Maybe it was the way she looked at him. So mischievously and sexy and like she had the answer to everything. He could use some answers.

He found a seat near the window, tucked in a corner, but in good view of her sitting at the bar. He told himself it was to give him ample warning in case she decided to bother him. But he knew that was a lie as soon as it flew through his mind. He just wanted to be able to see her. Watch her a little bit before he never saw her again.

She’d be nothing more than an apparition tomorrow morning. A blip on his radar.

Time passed. A waitress made sure every time his drink was close to empty, he had a new one. By drink four, his nerves had mellowed and a sweet, melancholy calmness had started to set in.

Just a few more and his night could end with complete peace.

His eyes trained on her immediately. He could tell right away he hated the man in her space, and she wasn’t appreciating it either.

Not his problem.

But, damn, he was itching to make it his problem. He didn’t know this woman. Didn’t even know her name. Yet, he wanted to stand up, drag that asshole away from her and declare, “Mine!” in front of the entire bar. He suddenly felt very possessive of her. Like she was his. Only his. It was crazy. Absolutely outrageous to think something after only a few minutes of interaction with her.

The moment he touched her, put a hand on her arm that she shook off immediately, he couldn’t stand back another moment. He stood up and stormed over there.

“Back off.” He shoved the guy away, standing in front of her, completely shielding her view of him.

“Screw you. You back off. Who do you think you are?”

His fists clenched. “Her boyfriend. And she’s mine. So back off.”

The guy’s eyes narrowed, as if contemplating the outcome if he made a move, ultimately deciding it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Whatever, dude. She’s all yours.”

“Damn, right,” he muttered under his breath as he watched the asshole walk away. He took his time to turn around.

“Boyfriend, huh, Debbie?”

He boxed her in, one hand on the back of the chair, one hand on the bar, his mouth mere inches from hers. “Evan.”

“Oh, how could I forget? We’ve been dating…about ten seconds. How silly of me?” She smiled, that sweet, sexy smile he had been dying to see since he walked away an hour ago. “Well, boyfriend of mine. What song are we singing now? I’m very partial to—”

He silenced her with a kiss. Slow, sensuous and everything he imagined as he watched her from afar for over an hour.

Oh, yeah, she was his. He’d never walk away from her again. It didn’t even matter he didn’t know her name yet.


…“And that is how I met your mother five years ago. She still can’t sing a tune in key either.”

His son giggled as he snuggled under the blankets and pulled his teddy bear closer to his chest. “Tell it again. Tell it again, Daddy.”

“Once a night, buddy. You know that.” He kissed him on the forehead. “Sleep tight, big guy. Love you.”

He made sure the night-light was plugged in and shut the door after one more hug and kiss that his son always insisted on having. It was a nightly ritual. Tell the story of how mommy and daddy met, a kiss on the forehead, check the night-light, then one more hug and kiss.

And there she was, the woman of his dreams since the moment he met her, waiting in the hallway.

“Umm, I do believe you were a little off-key tonight with Rudolph.”

He snagged a hand around her waist and kissed her. “And you, my sweetheart, always sing it off-key. I love you anyway.”

“It’s my beautiful song that drew you in. Like a siren.”

“I can’t argue with that.” He stole another kiss from her. “Now it’s time for your bedtime story.”

She giggled as he nuzzled her neck with kisses. “Can I hear the one about the naughty elf?”

He swung her into his arms and grinned. “Anything for you, my dear Debbie.”

She winked as the bedroom door swung closed.


Flash Fiction Friday…Christmas style!

Lol. We’re getting excited for the holidays in this house! Love this weeks prompt! Merry Christmas!!

Prompt ~ Happy Holidays

He couldn’t shake the nerves as he grabbed the small box he hid on his side of the closet and met his girlfriend, Mandy, in the kitchen where she was preparing a turkey for the dinner tonight they had planned with their friends and family.

His hands were clammy. His fingers tense as they gripped the box so tightly. His knees even felt like they wanted to collapse in on him, sending him to the ground in a heap.

But he could do this. He wanted to do this. It was time. Way past time, he finally did this.

She was the one.

He planned to show her in the best way he knew how.

Well, if his nerves would settle down.

“What are you doing silly? All the presents should be under the tree. Quit messing with stuff and help me set the table.”

Will couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but stare at the woman he loved in awe. She was always hopping and bopping around the house, picking things up, organizing and reorganizing her books until she had everything just the way she liked it, scrapbooking, a favorite pastime of hers, keeping their finances up to date, cooking meals she just had to try that she found on Pinterest. She never slowed down. Even now, she was rushing around the kitchen trying to make everything look and taste perfect, which he had no doubt it would, and what was he doing? Standing like an idiot, just staring at her, because his nerves were invading his body, paralyzing him.

“Will?” Wrinkles started to crease her forehead as she stepped closer and grabbed his free hand, no doubt feeling the tiny tremors that coated his entire body. “What’s the matter? You’re scaring me.”

“I…will…here.” He shoved his hand out that held the box, almost too abruptly, because the corner of the box hit her stomach.

“Can’t we wait to open all the presents when everyone gets here?”


One tiny, delectable eyebrow slowly rose as she squeezed his hand once, then let go and took the box from him. He couldn’t have been more relieved than when she did that. He didn’t like knowing she could feel his terror. This shouldn’t be so hard to do, and he didn’t want her to know how hard it was for him. He didn’t want her to get the wrong impression from that. He wanted this. He wanted her.

She took her time taking the wrapping paper off that took him over thirty minutes to wrap since he wanted it to look perfect. She always made sure everything she did was absolute perfection. He wanted to give her the same thing, although he was afraid it was a terrible wrapping job. The tape kept getting stuck when he tried to hold the paper in place while tearing a piece of tape off, then it would tangle into a mess where he’d have to let go of the wrapping paper to untangle it, then the paper never folded the way he wanted to and the tape got messed up again. It had been a never-ending battle that he lost. His present was definitely not wrapped as pretty as she always did it.

The wrapping paper drifted to the floor as a plain brown box was revealed. She removed the tape that held the two flaps of the box closed and opened it up. The happiness in her eyes had been worth all his backbreaking work at wrapping the present in the first place. He’d do it all again just to see that beautiful light in her eyes.

“I can’t believe you bought this.”

He chuckled as she pulled out the penguin she had seen in the display window the same day she gave him the tickets to the hockey game. The penguin had on a Santa hat with a big, bright red bow around its neck.

“Push its hand.” He gestured to the left side with a smile, anticipating her cute little laughter and the way she always jumped up and down when something really excited her.

Mandy pushed the button on its hand and did exactly as he predicted, jumped up and down as a bout of giggles escaped.

Jiggle to the left. Jiggle to the right. Let’s boogie to the Christmas tune and have a merry night! Happy Holidays!

He pushed that dumb button so much he knew the song and could sing it by heart. Even heard it in his dreams. The second he walked into the store and played it, he knew she’d adore it.

“OMG! Does it dance?” She rushed to the counter and set it down and pushed the button again. The penguin shuffled across the counter to the song. “I love it.”

He snatched a kiss, considering she didn’t give him much more than a peck as her attention went right back to the penguin.

He thought his nerves couldn’t get any worse. But they did. Because she didn’t notice the most important thing about the penguin. And now he’d have to point it out.

“So…ummm…you like it?”

She scoffed playfully. “Like it? I love it. You totally could’ve given this to me when everyone got here, though.”

Rubbing a hand behind his neck, he glanced to the floor, then right back to her. “Not really. I wanted this to just be me and you.” He cleared this throat, rubbing his hand a little harder against his neck. “Just…look at the bowtie a little more. It’s…crooked.”

“No, it’s not.” She laughed as she picked up the penguin and touched the bow. As soon as he knew she saw it, which wasn’t hard to miss since her jaw literally dropped, he bent down on one knee in front of her.

He blew out a tiny breath as he waited for her to turn his way. When she did, his voice came out in almost a whisper, his nerves dominating once again. “I love you, Mandy. Every single thing about you, even when you call me a butt and I deserve it. I honestly can’t imagine my life without you. The only thing I want for Christmas this year is the word yes.” He hesitated, then said, “Will you marry me?”

She plucked the ring that he had carefully placed in the bow, which hadn’t been an easy feat, especially since he didn’t want it to fall out. It slid onto her finger effortlessly.





Finally some Flash Fiction!

I finally finished my flash today! Hey, better late than never, right? lol I hope you enjoy it. I did continue from last weeks flash. Enjoy!

Prompt ~ She dyed her hair.

Trying not to sulk like a sour child, she followed Will, her annoying boyfriend at the moment, into the bar to the table where their friends sat.

“Whoa! What did you…wow…” Scott said as his words trailed off and laughter took its place.

“She dyed her hair.” Will chuckled merrily as he pulled a chair out for her to take a seat, as if he was some charming boyfriend.


He was not charming or amusing or getting lucky tonight.

And she could only blame herself. She put herself in this position. That’s what she gets for making a bet with him and losing. Damn him.

Betsy, Scott’s girlfriend, took a few strands of her hair and lifted it gently as she smiled. “I love it. It looks so beautiful. But why did you dye your hair purple?”

Yep. Purple. That’s how horrible of a bet she made with him.

She hated purple. Hated it. Just thinking about the ugly color made her want to puke.

“It was a stupid bet.”

“Ah, now, sweetheart, you know you had fun. It was a killer game. You gotta admit it.” Will tossed an arm around her instead of taking his own seat. She hated that she wanted to scoot closer to him rather than push him away. She was supposed to be mad at him, not let his stinking charm suck her in.

She so did not want to admit how amazing the hockey game had been. The look on his face when she surprised him with tickets last week, to the handsome smile on his face when they sat down in their seats with the spectacular view was simply incredible.

He loved his Penguins. His hockey was something that could’ve been a deal breaker with their relationship. If she didn’t mind, and actually enjoy watching hockey, she knew they would’ve never dated as long as they had. He insisted on watching every game, and she never complained. She should get a ‘best girlfriend’ award for that.

There they were, enjoying the game, the atmosphere, the crowd, the cheering, and most of all, she was enjoying getting all the digs in she could because the Penguins were losing. A little cruel to a man who loves his team? Yes. So worth it when he left the toilet seat up for the fiftieth time and her ass fell into the bowl without warning? Of course. How many times could she remind the man to put the seat down? He deserved all the ribbing about his precious team losing.

So when there was a minute left to the game and they were down by three points, she figured there was no way they’d come back and win. He threw out a bet they would, and if they did, she had to dye her hair purple. If they lost, he had to cook dinner and clean the house for a month straight, instead of sharing the chores. She jumped on it.

And she lost the bet. With less than a minute left in the game. She couldn’t believe it.

Now she had purple hair until the dumb color washed out. It was going to be the longest month of her life. She was hoping it didn’t last that long.

When she still hadn’t responded to him, or even offered a smile, he wrapped his arms tighter around her and leaned in until his lips were inches from her ear. “Ah, Mandy, sweetheart, you know I love you. Don’t be mad. You might hate purple, but you look gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.”

This was why she fell head over heels for him. He always knew the right thing to say, and how to say it. In such a smooth and captivating tone that always melted her heart on the spot.

Maybe he would be getting lucky tonight. She was suddenly very horny.

“I love you, too.” She offered a small, seductive smile. “But you’re still a butt.”

He laughed before claiming her lips in a tender kiss that spoke of such promises for later.


Flash Friday!

A new month…and it’s one more month closer to Christmas! So exciting! I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and got lots of candy! Yum! Yum! I hope you enjoyed the month of October’s flashes, but I am moving on this week with some new stuff. This one probably won’t be an on-going story, but it was fun. I’m also not a huge hockey fan, but I enjoyed going to high school and college games when I was younger. It would be super cool to go to a NHL game as well, but I really don’t watch it on TV. Anyhoos, I hope you enjoy this weeks flash fiction!

Prompt ~ I see a penguin.

“OMG,” she shrieked as she stopped walking, “I see a penguin.”

He started glancing around, excitement coursing through him, unalarmed he almost knocked her down when she abruptly stopped.

“Where? Do you have a pen on you?

The happy glow on her face slowly morphed into confusion. She let out a low chuckle. “A pen? Why do you need a pen?”

“You said you saw someone on the Penguins. I want an autograph.”

Her entire face lit up with amusement as she let out the loudest laugh imaginable. He loved his girlfriend, but when she really let loose, she sounded like a moose dying on crack. Something he told her before, and she proceeded to increase the volume in her laughter. They were both in tears by the time they stopped laughing.

He continued to look around, excited beyond belief to meet one of the players on his favorite hockey team. While she didn’t enjoy hockey all that much, like the wonderful girlfriend she was, she watched every game with him. Because he had to watch each game.

“I don’t get it. Why are you laughing?”

She lightly grabbed his chin and turned it to the right and pointed. Sitting in the display window in front of a big Christmas tree was a stuffed penguin with a red and white Santa hat on his head.

“It’s adorable, isn’t it? I’m totally adding that to my Christmas list.” She dropped her hand and slid it into his palm, wrapping her tiny fingers around his. “Thank you for the laugh. It really brightened my day.”

Unamused by her antics, which he figured she did to him on purpose, he started walking with her once again to the restaurant they enjoyed eating at on occasion.

“Don’t be a grumpy butt now. I still love you.” She bumped his shoulder playfully as a tiny laugh filtered out.

“I’m so glad I could make you happy. You know how much I love that laugh of yours.”

He smirked lovingly at the way she cocked her eyebrow at him as if he was earning his way to the doghouse. Well, after the little stunt she pulled, he’d gladly make his way there for the night. She got him excited, just to burst it like a tiny pin to a balloon.

“It was totally cute.” A devious gleam appeared in her eyes, transforming her features from beautiful to downright breathtaking.

He loved when she got that look in her eyes. It usually indicated they were about to try something new and exciting in the bedroom. Not that they could do anything walking down a public sidewalk, but he was more than willing to skip lunch and head home for a little afternoon fun.

They stopped in front of the restaurant doors.

“I’m suddenly starving.” He knew she knew what he meant by that.

Her lips grew into a bright smile as she let go of his hand and started to dig in her purse. She pulled out two small white pieces of paper. “Me, too.”

His heart started to pound like crazy as he stared at the two front row seats to tonight’s Penguins game.

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.


Flash time!

Prompt ~ What is my favorite drink?

The sweetest, most sensual kiss of his life and it ended before it could truly begin.

Almost the sad story of his life.

He died young. Too young.

He had hopes and dreams. Perhaps not as defined as some people, but enough where he knew what he eventually wanted in life. A homestead of his own. A wife. Kids. Just a place to call home with people he loved. Something he didn’t have growing up.

Now, here he sat on the ground in the middle of a cemetery, watching a beautiful woman run away from him after a kiss he didn’t want to end. A kiss that should’ve never happened.

How did it happen? He was dead.

Very true, but he wasn’t dumb.

Springing up to his feet, he ran after her. His legs ran as hard and as fast as they could. Her strides were purposeful and quick. Not to mention, she had a head start on him. If she made it through the cemetery gates, he’d lose his chance. He’d have to pray and hope and wish she came back.

And if she didn’t?

Well, that wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate.

Just a few more large steps and he’d catch up. He could grab her arm and stop her. Kiss her again, perhaps.

Except, she ran through the gates without stopping or looking back.

He couldn’t bear to watch her run out of his view, so he kept running after her, knowing quite well once he hit the gates, he’d be forced back to his grave without warning.

Three more steps and he’d vanish, unable to see her anymore.



His legs kept running right through the gates of the cemetery.


His loud shout to her worked surprisingly. He honestly didn’t think she would’ve stopped for anything. But what was most shocking was the fact he stood on the outside of the cemetery. How? Why? What was going on?

As he watched her face morph from agony to astonishment, he didn’t care what the reason might be. She was the key to it.

She was everything.

And he wasn’t about to lose her now.

He slowly approached her.

“How…” She shook her head as she took a step back from him. “You’ve never followed me before. Don’t.”

“I’ve never been able to before. I’ve never stepped through those gates.” He grinned. “Until now. Until you.”

Her eyebrows puckered low, as if wondering why her.

Hell, he was asking himself the same damn question. But he wasn’t about to argue with the gift given to him.

He was dead. He was a ghost. He would never live a long and happy life. But fate was throwing him a tiny piece of redemption, and she stood in the center of it all. He just had to figure out what to do now.

“Please…don’t run from me.” He took a small step toward her. “I promise not to kiss you again…unless you want to.”

Hell, he was only a man. He had to throw that last bit in just in case. He really hoped she did.

“So what…you think because you can step through the cemetery gates, you’re just going to come home with me?”

She looked mystified by the prospect. He was finally free. So yeah, he wanted to go home with her. See the town. See more people. Pretend to be alive when he was anything but.

“If you’ll allow me the honor.”

A myriad of emotions touched her beautiful face. Then a slow smile emerged. “What do you like to drink?”

“What is my favorite drink?” he asked confused.

She slapped a hand to her mouth. “I forgot. You probably can’t…”

Drink. The unspoken word she couldn’t seem to say. Could he have a drink? A nice sip of whiskey sounded good.

“I didn’t think I could leave the cemetery,” he said as he took a tentative step closer to her, “or kiss a beautiful woman, but I did.”

Her small smile grew until her entire face lit up like an angel. So gorgeous. It was a picture he wanted to capture for eternity.

“Well, then. Let’s get you a drink.” She laughed merrily. “One for me, too. Because this has been the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I just kissed a ghost.”

“And?” He could see she didn’t finish that sentence.

“And I liked it. A little too much.”

Well, hallelujah. So did he.


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Flash this, baby!

Wow! What a fun and exciting day! It’s just been amazing with the release of Deserving You! Thank you so much to everyone who’s been making it the best day ever!!! Now, let’s get to the flash fiction…finally!

Prompt ~ Some people are good for the city.

“Can you feel that?”

Oh, she could feel his hand alright. It was cold, but solid.

This couldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t be able to feel anything from him. He was a ghost. A spirit. A man who should’ve crossed over to the other side a long time ago.

Yet, here they sat next to each other on the soft grass in front of her father’s grave and she could feel his hand on her cheek.

Neither made a move. He asked a question. She answered with a simple yes. Now, they both just sat staring at each other as he held his soft, chilly hand to her cheek.

His hand was like an icicle. A shiver rippled throughout her body before she could stop it. His hand fell away immediately.

“My apologies. I don’t know why I touched you.”

Their thighs still slightly touched. She liked it, even as cold as he made her feel. Just as she didn’t mind when his hand caressed her cheek.

Not wanting to make the situation more awkward, well, anymore awkward than it already was. She was talking to a ghost. Of course it was awkward! She tried to think of something to say. Yet, no words came to mind.

What do you say to a ghost?

“I’ve seen the world change around me… roaming the cemetery.” He cleared his throat as he adjusted his hat by the brim. “I don’t understand how your father died in a gunfight. I haven’t seen a gunfight, like the day I died, in a long time.”

She chuckled, even as she knew he wasn’t trying to be humorous. “My dad was a cop. A detective. He was investigating a street gang. Him and his partner got good intel about a shipment of drugs coming in, and when they showed up to make some arrests, bullets started flying. He didn’t make it home that night.”

A delicate silence split the air. A very peaceful silence, as if they were both weighing her words and letting them sink in.

“Sad to hear gangs still terrorize the area. Are there no good people left?” He cracked a grin as he met her gaze. “Your father died as I did. Defending the town from a gang. That’s just…tragic.”

She averted her eyes, glancing at her father’s grave. “Very tragic. And to answer your question. Some people are good for the city. Some make it a bad place. But no one can bring us down. We’ll always fight back.”

His grin grew until he had a full-blown smile on his face. The man was devastatingly handsome when he smiled like that. Her heart started to pitter-patter with nerves at the sight.

Why her? Why now?

She was attracted to a ghost and his handsome smile.

“I’m trying really hard here. I hope you can forgive me.”

She didn’t even try to hide her confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“About this.”

He leaned closer and brushed his lips to hers. Soft and hesitant and icy to the touch. The coldness didn’t matter to her. She wanted more from him, especially since she didn’t know if she’d ever see him again once she left the cemetery. Perhaps this was what he needed to move on. Talk about what happened. Cleanse his soul. Kiss a little. Where was the harm in that?

She increased the pressure. A cue that he took without restraint, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His tongue dipped into her mouth as her body molded to his.

It was heartbreakingly sad how well they fit together. Because they would never truly be together. Not when she was alive, and he was dead.

The thought doused her desire like a bucket of water to a flame. She broke the kiss, pushed away from him, and scrambled to her feet.

“I…I can’t do this. I can’t lose…” A cry tore from her lips. She couldn’t even finish her sentence and rushed out of the cemetery as fast as she could.



Flash Friday…and a little Christmas!

Woo hoo! First things first, I wanna share that Mistletoe Magic is officially available for preorder…and for a special price of $.99! I just can’t wait for this to release on December 1st!

Preorder today!

Here’s a blurb so you can get just as excited as me!!!

Theresa might not make the best pot of coffee in town, but people still flock to the diner for a cup, even Officer Crowl, who rarely displays a smile since his fiancé died. She’ll never be able to win his heart, but it’s hard to resist him, especially when he kisses her under the mistletoe. Well, on the cheek, but that has to count for something…right?

Staying busy keeps Officer Aiden Crowl sane. Because when he’s idle or alone, he thinks, and nothing good comes from that. Everyone thinks he was the perfect man. They think he’s broken because she’s gone. He is, just not for the reason they believe. Every time he walks into the diner, one sweet smile from Theresa erases some of the pain. He should stay away from her. Far away. But what is he supposed to do when they’re standing under a mistletoe? Kiss her, of course.

*Note: Each book in this series can be read as a standalone.*

The entire Holiday Romance series:
Merry Me: Elliot & Lynn
Mistletoe Magic: Aiden & Theresa…Coming December 1, 2017


And now for Flash Fiction Friday! Kinda super duper loving this storyline so far! Enjoy!

Prompt ~ You’re adorable.

He waited ten days for her. Ten long, agonizing days. When he thought about it, in the grand scheme of things, ten days wasn’t that long.

Decades. A century. Now that was long.

But ten days should be a piece of cake for him.

Instead, it had been the worst ten days of his life as he waited impatiently for her to return to the cemetery. For him to have contact with another person that he hadn’t had in ages.

He still couldn’t believe she saw him. Talked to him. Walked away from him. Of course, he didn’t really blame her one bit for the last one. He would’ve walked away from him, too. What sane person would stick around and talk to a ghost? What sane person could see ghosts?

Better yet, why in the hell was he a ghost?

He died in this town defending it against a gang running havoc around the area, robbing the bank and the townspeople of all their most expensive possessions, which wasn’t that much.

He had been pitted against failure, and yet, he took a stance and tried to defeat them anyway—by himself. No other townsfolk would stand with him. He’d been handy with a gun. Not necessarily a known gunslinger back in the day, but he handled his guns like a seasoned pro. His aim was never off. He managed to take down five of the ten men that came stampeding into town that day before he was gunned down.

Shouldn’t that have hailed him a hero of some sort? A one way ticket to heaven, at least.

Apparently not. Because since that day, he roamed the town as an apparition. Trying to connect with anyone, hoping, wishing, and praying they’d hear him. He watched as the town boomed from a small town to a big city, as the gates to the cemetery where they buried his body grew and expanded. Yet, anytime he tried to pass through the gates, he disappeared and ended right back to his headstone, doomed to roam among the dead, but never to pass on to the other side…to heaven.

And after ten long, suffering days of loneliness, she finally returned. However, he couldn’t seem to move from behind the tree and approach her, to announce his presence. The last time they spoke, she ran as if she had seen a ghost, which she had. He scared her. That was the last thing he wanted to do again.

But he wanted to talk to her. He wanted that human connection he hadn’t had in years. It felt good to banter back and forth, to have a conversation, even if it had been an awkward one.

Figuring he never backed down from anything, and that he refused to start now, he forced himself to step away from the tree and make his way to the grave where she sat on the grass talking to her father.

He had watched her for over a month, coming to the grave, talking as if her father could hear her. It was something he did with lots of people as they visited their loved ones. He had gotten into the habit of talking with them, as if they could hear him, that he nearly fainted when she responded back. And he was not a man prone to fainting. Far from it.

“How did he die?”

The sound of his voice obviously frightened her as she scrambled to her feet and backed away from him. What an idiot he was. He shouldn’t have announced his presence so abruptly, and with such an insensitive question. A simple hi would’ve sufficed.

“You…you’re real.”

He tried to produce a friendly smile, afraid it came out creepier than he intended when she took another step back. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

“I almost didn’t…but…I  missed my dad. I miss him.”

He trailed his gaze away from hers to the headstone that read, “Loving husband, father, and brother, who lived passionately and died bravely.”

It would’ve been great if someone wrote something that nice on his headstone. All they did for him was slap his name and date of death upon it. The townsfolk didn’t even know his birthday.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”


Yeah, he figured it was weird for her to receive sympathy from a ghost. But he was sorry. Losing someone was hard. He had to endure losing his entire family before he finally died, all alone and nobody to care that he was gone.

“I’m sorry about yours.”

He jerked his eyes to hers to see the truth in those words. She looked sad, but also intrigued and a little wondrous. “You’re adorable.” He chuckled. “I’ve been dead a long time. You’re the first to offer any sympathy. Thank you.”

A slow smile lit up her face. If he thought she was pretty before, which he did, she was breathtakingly gorgeous when she smiled.

“How did you die?”

“Gunfight.” He gestured toward the headstone. “Your dad?”


He nodded, unsure of how to respond. This entire encounter was unusual. It’d been a long time since he interacted with someone, it’s as if he forgot how to.

“How come you haven’t…you know…moved on?”

Shrugging, he offered a grin. “I’d love to know just as much as you.”

The gorgeous smile was still on her face. When she sat back down on the grass and patted the spot next to her and he sat down, it grew even larger. He shifted a little to get more comfortable and his thigh brushed hers. He froze, and so did she.

How was that possible? He had walked through trees and headstones, hell, even other people at times. Because he was a ghost.

Yet, here he sat, his thigh touching hers. Actual touching. He could feel her warmth.

He was definitely making his way to hell because he wanted to feel so much more.

His hand reached up and cupped her cheek. Her eyes went round with shock.

“Can you feel that?”



Oh, and happy Friday the 13th! May it be spooky and fun-filled!

Flash Friday!

So I decided to change the storyline this week because it’s October!!! Let’s get spooky this month! Hope you enjoy the new storyline!

Prompt ~ I love soccer.

She sat down on the soft, wet grass and hugged her arms around her knees. The coldness seeping through her jeans didn’t register. The sharp bite of the wind hitting her face didn’t bother her. Nothing did. Not when the turmoil twisting her insides like a raging tornado consumed her.

A lone tear slid down her rosy red cheek.

“Oh, Dad, why did you leave me? Momma’s a…well, you know. She can’t take it. I can’t take it. The department can’t take it.” Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back the steady stream of tears that threatened to let loose. “I need you to come back.”

“You really don’t want that.”

She jumped at the voice, springing to her feet and taking a fighter’s stance immediately, ready to defend herself as her dad taught her since she was five years old.

The man standing before her wore all black, from his dusty cowboy boots to the well-worn cowboy hat that sat perched atop his head. She was almost surprised she didn’t see a gun belt with a holster slung around his trim waist, completing the picture of what she could only describe as a gunslinger. Even the fierce, stern look on his face painted a scene from the old west.

“Can I help you?”

He looked shocked at her words, only for a brief moment, almost as if he was surprised, then masked it just as quickly, making her wonder if she even saw it at all.

No. Now wasn’t the time to doubt herself. She saw the expression. The question is why did he look so surprised at such a simple question? He scared the daylights out of her. She had a right to ask that question.

She just wanted to come here and talk to her dad and find some sort of peace that she’d been struggling to find for the last three weeks. It seemed elusive, as if she’d never find any ever again.

“You can…” His eyes glided to the ground. “Crying doesn’t help, you know.”

“Who the hell are you?” Her eyes narrowed. “And what right do you have to say that to me?”

He met her gaze, his bright blue eyes burning a hole straight to her soul. At least, that’s what it felt like. The look unnerved her to her very core. “I don’t, you’re right. My apologies, ma’am.” He tipped the front of his hat in a gesture that almost knocked her off her feet.

She couldn’t even explain why that simple action affected her as it did. Maybe because he sounded like he actually meant what he said. Most men she worked with, or even dealt with, never seemed sincere. Not like he just did.

“I’ll leave you be. I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t think…nobody ever…” He looked toward the gray sky looming with dark clouds. “Looks like rain soon. You should leave before you get drenched. Have a pleasant day.”

She watched in awe and shock, and strangely, disappointment as the man walked away. Glancing toward the sky herself, she had to admit he was right. The rain would hit soon. When the roll of thunder echoed in the distance, she knew she should leave. Instead, she sat back down.

“Well, that was weird, huh, Dad?” She chuckled, trying to shake off the melancholy that slapped her in the face as soon as her butt hit the ground once again. For a minute, she hadn’t been overwhelmed with grief. Another small laugh slipped out. Yeah, because her heart had been pumping with adrenaline, wondering if she would have to defend herself against a stranger.

Although, as she replayed the entire encounter over in her mind, she never got the impression the man wanted to hurt her. Then what was the point of bothering her? What had he wanted?

“I love soccer…but it’s just not the same without you, Dad. I haven’t been able to watch a single game since…” She blew out a wretched breath and stood up. “I think that’s enough for today. I just can’t…”

Making her way slowly back to the entrance, she saw the mysterious stranger leaning against the fence to freedom, or was it more like continued torture? Would she ever feel truly free from her sorrow?

“Ms. Turner, I hope you have a lovely day,” Gary, the groundskeeper she saw every time she came for a visit, said as she neared the exit.

“Thank you, Gary. You, too.” She stepped a little closer and lowered her voice. “Who’s that guy?”

“What guy?”

Well, she hated to be rude and point, but really? Gary didn’t know what she was talking about? The man was still leaning against the fence not even twenty feet from them.

“The guy by the fence.”

Gary slowly turned his head in that direction, his brows dipping in concern. “A rough day, Ms. Turner? It’s okay. I understand. You miss your dad.” He met her gaze. “I don’t see anyone standing there.”

She whipped her head to the man, her eyes growing large when he tipped his hat in that same friendly and apologetic gesture he did earlier.

“But…” She looked at Gary again, eyeing his concern that was slowly morphing into alarm. The last thing she needed was people thinking she was crazy. Hell, maybe she was. Why couldn’t Gary see this man and she could? “It has been a long day, Gary. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Ms. Turner.”

She started walking away from Gary as fast as she could, unable to handle the worry in his eyes any longer.

“You okay, darling?”

“You’re obviously not real. I have officially gone crazy. My grief has turned me into a loon where I’m seeing a handsome cowboy from the 1800s. Nuts.” She shook her head as the corner of his lip curled up. “Don’t. Don’t smirk at me.”

“My apologies once again, ma’am.”

She didn’t even dignify that with a response, completely flabbergasted she was losing her mind and seeing things that weren’t real. With quick, long strides, she walked through the exit and stopped. Turning around slowly, she looked at the cemetery, wondering if she’d be able to come anymore. Each time she came, she lost another piece of her soul, the pain inside of losing her dad just too much to bear.

Her cowboy still stood by the fence, although within the confines of the cemetery. Her cowboy? Why would she think that?

Well, if she was the one who created him in her mind, then she could call him anything she wanted. Her cowboy it was.

“I ain’t a figment of your imagination, darling. I was a real flesh and blood man once.” The small grin he had withered to nothing as his features fell into sorrow. “And you’d be the first person who’s ever seen me. I’m sorry about your father.”

Her mouth dropped open. No. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.


She was talking to a ghost.


Flash time!

Normally I switch POV every week, but for some reason I started writing in her POV (sorry, she has no name yet! lol) again, so I apologize if you were hoping for Jack’s (he has a name now! lol) POV this week. Hope you enjoy this week’s flash!

Prompt ~ Have your eye on the ball.

She sat down in the middle of the stands, close to the end of the row with a bag of popcorn and a small cup of pop. Sitting there for a moment, she tried to figure out where to put her drink. The stands were starting to get crowded for the little league baseball game about to start. Her nephew, or at least that’s what she called him, was on the team. Her best friend, Nancy, couldn’t make it and she said she’d step in and play the cheering roll for her son. She didn’t mind. She loved watching him play ball whenever she could make it.

“Would you like me to hold it?”

Her head whipped to the right, her eyes bulging at the sight.


Displaying his stalker abilities, apparently.

She had walked away that night three weeks ago with a plan in her head to play a game on him. Of course, she never ran into him to do anything. She had no problem admitting she was a coward. The thought of talking to Aaron to find out why he’d go along with such an idiotic plan wasn’t something she had the guts to do. Or ask him where in the building this arrogant man next to her worked.

“Or not. By the look on your face, I’m going to guess you still hate me. I was just trying to be polite.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you following me?”

“My nephew is on the team.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

He shrugged as a slow grin formed.  “It’s the truth.” He turned to the field and pointed to a little boy near first base. “That’s him right there.”

Maybe the two had it timed out perfectly, because the little boy turned at that exact moment, waved, and shouted, “Hey, Uncle Jack! You made it!”

He waved back, the brightest smile on his face as he did, then he turned toward her. “See. My nephew.”

“Or you paid him to do that.”

He placed a mock gesture across his heart. “Am I that devious to bribe a child?” The laughter in his eyes fell away. “His mother never makes a game, so I make sure I’m here for every single one. Perhaps you’re following me because I’ve never seen you at a game.”

She didn’t like how he stared at her so intently. She jerked her gaze away. Her hand shook in the process, spilling a bit of pop over the sides of the cup. “I usually don’t, but my friend couldn’t make it and I said I’d cheer on her son.”

A warm hand clasped around hers, which was wet and sticky from the soft drink, and pulled the cup gently out of her hand. He then set it between the two of them on the bench.

“They’re fun games. Enjoy your popcorn. Your drink is safe between us.”

She didn’t like his assumption that she wanted her drink there. Maybe she wanted it on the other side of her. Or on the floor near her feet.

Ugh. Get it together. Acting like a child. He was trying to be nice and so should she.

Her hand that held the popcorn reached toward him. “Would you like to share?”

His eyes twinkled with sudden desire at the question. She could feel the same intense flame of desire as he smiled and grabbed a small handful. “Thank you.”

From there, they fell into an easy conversation as the game started. Before long, she forgot how much he annoyed her. It was easy to enjoy the game and cheer on Nancy’s little boy.

“Have your eye on the ball. You can do it, Tuck,” she yelled, as Tuck, Nancy’s little boy, turned red in the face with her loud screaming.

Warm silky breath flowed down her neck in an erotic whisper as soft words filtered with. “I believe the saying is keep your eye on the ball, not have.”

She slowly turned, his eyes piercing her with a passionate hunger. “Baseball’s not my thing.”

He inched closer. “Are you going to slap me if I kiss you?”

She thought about it for less than a second. “No.”

His lips connected with hers, the world disappearing as all the heat that had been building since the moment they met swirled together into one hot, searing kiss. He may have acted like an ass in the beginning, but she had slowly come to forgive him during the game. Okay, so he could be an arrogant jerk. He could also be funny, endearing, and a gentleman when he put forth the effort. He deserved a kiss, as did she.

The kiss might’ve turned indecent except the roar of the crowd had them pulling apart very quickly. She looked at the ball field to see Tuck running the bases like his pants were on fire.

She popped up from her seat screaming like a devil as he ran all the way to third base, making it safely. Excited for him, wanting to share that excitement with Jack, she turned to him and then burst out laughing.

“Oops. I’m so sorry.”

He gave her a look that spoke of him doing very naughty, very erotic things to her as punishment. Because in her haste to cheer on Tuck, she had knocked over her drink, which then spilled all over Jack’s pants.

“I forgive you, my dear.” He stood up, placing a tender hand behind her neck as he pulled her in for a sweet, gentle kiss. “Let me take you to dinner…please.”

She sighed softly, unable to resist him any longer. Plus, she spilled a drink on him—again. Why was she always clumsy around this man?


He chuckled at her response, then dipped his tongue in for another panty-dropping kiss that had the crowd around them shouting for them to get a room.

Yes, a room sounded like a great plan. After the game, of course.


Flash Fiction Friday…and a bit of Halloween fun!

Prompt ~ You are amazing.

“Sweetheart, you won’t regret a thing.”

What was she getting herself into? For about two seconds he actually seemed remorseful for his actions, for lying and deceiving her into coming to this place. Then his arrogant words jumped right back into the conversation like she was going to fall at his feet. As if.

Sure. He looked like sex-on-a-stick, but should she really be sitting at this table after what he did? Bribing someone to ask her out and then asking him to stand her up. Who did that? It just seemed…stalkerish. Oh, yeah, definitely stalker behavior.

“You’re looking at me like you hate me again.”

Cocking a brow, she smirked. “I’m just trying to figure out what your end game is here. Why go through all of this?”

“Well, I tried on my own and you shot me down.”

“So you decide to act like a creep…how do you know Aaron?”

Without a doubt, stalker material sitting right in front of her. How did he know Aaron? Was he following her? At least she was in a crowded restaurant and not alone with him. Like, say, the hallway in her apartment building.

Oh. My. God.

They lived in the same apartment building. Duh! How could she avoid him? Well, she didn’t know how long he’d been living there, but clearly, she managed to avoid him fairly well until recently.

“You work in the same building as me.”

Could it honestly get any worse?

“And how do you know that?”

A smooth smile adorned his face. “I saw you as I was walking into my work. I was very surprised to see you…and very happy.”

“You are amazing. Don’t you see how creepy it is what you did?” Her eyes bulged. “And I’m an idiot for encouraging you right now.”

She started to stand up. His hand shot out and lightly laid it upon hers. She hated to admit, she couldn’t deny the spark that hit her hand and darted throughout her body. His touch was electrifying.

“I’ve never been called creepy or a stalker or a man who can’t take a hint. I am so sorry. You’re correct. My behavior was unacceptable.” His smile disappeared. His eyes sparkled with regret. “You’re a beautiful, funny, and intriguing woman. I’m not used to hearing the word no. But I can accept it.” He pulled his hand away.

Not an ounce of arrogance littered his face. Only defeat.

With her heart hurt too many times by men just like him, she had been afraid to give him a chance, which is why she originally said no when he asked her out. He was very persistent, showing her a side of him she didn’t like. Her eyes glossed to her hand that he had touched.

But any sort of contact from him spoke of the desire stirring between them. Her body wanted him, but her mind was smart enough to say no.

“I accept your apology. But I think it’s time I go home.”

His jaw clenched, as if he didn’t like hearing that. Tough cookies. She didn’t really care.

Then an idea started to form. She believed he was apologetic for his actions. She just didn’t know how long it would last. He was too accustomed to acting like a man who always got what he wanted.

Time to play a little game of her own. No more acting like a clumsy idiot in front of him.

“Have a good night.”

She figured those words were the most difficult four words he ever uttered in a long time. It made her giddy inside. Oh, my. That should feel horrible to feel that way, but it didn’t. She almost let loose a chuckle at how happy that made her feel.

“You, too.”

She grabbed her purse and walked away, not once glancing behind. She had a plan to enact.

Was he man enough to handle it?


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