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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Flash Fiction Friday!

I’m back! And I have to admit, I almost didn’t make it again this Friday for my flash fiction. It’s been a crazy week post Hurricane Irma, but things are slowly coming back to normal. School has been closed the entire week, the stores are still low on certain products, and we’ve been cleaning up the debris in our yard. We were incredibly blessed to have no damage to our house, or lose power. I can’t imagine what others have gone through, or are currently still going through. It was a horrible storm, one I hope never hits us again like that.

I’m continuing the same storyline I was working on two weeks ago, and I hope you enjoy this week’s prompt! Have a wonderful weekend:)

Prompt ~ You look nice today.

Luck was on his side. That’s all he could think. When he saw her two days ago walk into his work, and like a creeper, followed her to see where she went, he couldn’t have been more surprised to find out she worked four levels below him. It didn’t take much effort to find out her name and a way to get a date with her. All he had to do was bribe Aaron in IT to ask her out, hoping she accepted, then swoop in when Aaron didn’t show up, which was the plan.

A little devious? Definitely. Did he feel sorry about it? Not really. When he wanted something, he went out and got it. Nothing stopped him.

Oh, and he wanted her. Something about her spoke to him. Her clumsiness, her slight shyness mingled with her speaking her mind was like a fresh of breath air. He never found a woman so real and intriguing in his life. He wanted to get to know her more. Only problem was she wouldn’t give him the chance, which meant he had to take matters into his own hands. So far, surprisingly, his plan seemed to be working.

He pulled a chair out for her, then took a seat across from her. He ordered a bottle of wine, then dismissed the waiter.

“You look nice today.” His lips curled into his signature grin that always had women melting on the spot. “I’m sorry your date didn’t show up.”

Cocking a brow, the fire in her eyes made the desire ramp up inside him. “Are you really sorry?”

Should he confess what he did? “I am. A beautiful woman should never be stood up.”

“You can quit with the compliments.”

“Because you don’t like them…”

“Because I’m sitting at the table with you. It’s not necessary anymore.”

Contemplating those words, he couldn’t decide if she believed him or not. She was truly an exquisite woman. Everything about her fascinated him. Perhaps she wasn’t used to compliments. Or maybe she just didn’t want them from him. Why didn’t she fall for his charm? Every woman always did.

His triumph at completing his goal of getting a dinner date with her plummeted. Sure, he won. But did he really? She wasn’t sitting with him because she wanted to. She sat here because she had no other option at the moment. Her date stood her up. Because of him. Because he told Aaron to ask her out and not show up.

When did he become so horrid?

For the first time in his life, he felt like a cad. When did he become so selfish?

“Oh, my. Did I render you speechless now?”

Her witty comment almost made him smile. “I should apologize.”

Obviously confused, she raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because Aaron, the man who asked you out,” he said as he watched her face morph into surprise, “only did so because I asked him to. I just really wanted the opportunity to take you out for a nice dinner. But I can’t continue with this evening without you knowing the truth. It was horribly rude of me and…and I’m sorry.”

Her expression went from surprise to anger. “I knew you were an arrogant asshole…I just…” Her lips thinned into a tight line.

He didn’t know what to say. That was a new experience for him. He never failed when it came to women. Amazingly, he really didn’t want to fail right now. He had no time for a woman in his life, but he wanted to make time for her. He wanted to see where this could go. Would she accept his apology? It wasn’t looking too promising.

She stood up. His heart dropped at the sight.

“Please…accept my apology and stay. I really am not an asshole all the time.”

“Oh, just half the time, then?” Her lips curled into a sassy smile. “Been there, done that. Not really looking to date another man such as yourself. Especially when you do such underhanded things as you did.”

“All very true things. I respect that.” Instead of displaying his signature suave look, that didn’t seem to work on her anyway, his lips fell into a frown. “Just give me one chance. One meal to show you a different side of me. The real me. Please.”

She hesitated. Just the small hesitation gave him hope.

“Please. Just this one meal.” He had never begged a woman in his life. He honestly couldn’t believe he was doing it right now.

She sighed softly, then sat gingerly in her chair. “Fine. One meal.”

“Thank y—”

“But you’re on probation. One little word that I don’t like, I walk away. You don’t bother me again.”

Wheeling and dealing. Something he was very familiar with in his line of work. He fell for her just a little more for that.

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


Flash Fiction Friday…just not today!

Happy Friday! That’s about all I can say today, because I didn’t write my flash this week. Why? Well, I tend to write it the night before, because, well, I just do. lol But this week has been a little crazy anyway and it’s been hard to find the time. Hurricane Irma has made me very busy preparing. It’s really difficult to prepare with no definite answer whether it’ll hit us or not, but we are prepared for the worst. (We’re in Orlando, in case you’re wondering.) Add in the fact I got hit with a nasty cold, I’ve been slightly miserable these past few days! I just wanna nap and sleep and curl up under the blankets. haha

So sorry there’s no flash this week. But to make it up, here’s a short excerpt from Deserving You, which releases October 20, 2017. Enjoy!

And if you’re in Florida, please stay safe!

Deserving You ~ Excerpt

“Are you okay?”

She glanced at him, the knife freezing in her hand. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Austin said you almost hit a deer. Are you sure you’re not hurt? The car hit the ditch.” Emmett wanted to wrap her in his arms. Her facial expression didn’t bode well that she’d be receptive to that kind of gesture. So he didn’t move a muscle.

“I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.” She handed him a plate, the large piece of pie on it.

He followed her to the table and took a seat across from her. “Doesn’t mean you didn’t get hurt.”

Her knuckles turned white, as if she were exerting too much pressure holding the fork. “I said I was fine, E-man.”

“How did your appointment go? Did you hit the deer before or after? I hope you weren’t late.”

His hand paused, the fork dangling in front of his mouth as her face became ashy-white. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. “Deja…what did I say? What—”

“I didn’t hit the deer.” Her face became hard as the water in her eyes disappeared.

“You’re avoiding my original question. Does that mean your appointment didn’t go well? Where did you go?”

She stood up so fast from the table she knocked her chair over. “I think it’s time you leave, E-man. I don’t want to talk about it. I won’t be put on an interrogation.” She grabbed her plate, her pie barely touched, and tossed it into the sink.

Standing up, not one bite of his pie consumed, he couldn’t make his feet work. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to pull her into his arms and soothe her torment away. Why did she almost cry? Never, not once, had he ever seen tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay to talk sometimes. It’s okay to let someone else in. You don’t have to be strong and tough all the time, Deja. We’re friends. I’m here for you. For anything. I wasn’t interrogating you. I was trying to be your friend. You have no idea how much I want to pull you into my arms and hug you. You look like you need a hug so badly.” He sighed, knowing that was probably the dumbest thing he ever said to her. “I know you’re not gonna budge, though, and more than likely, find that trusty tire iron of yours. So I’ll leave. See you tomorrow.”

He walked out of the kitchen before he went against his word and yanked her into his arms anyway. He had talked to her back the entire time. She was effectively shielding herself from him, not even letting him read her eyes. Did she know how well he could read her? How well he could see the pain she tried so hard to conceal?

He grabbed the door handle.


His body froze as his name rolled off her tongue with such delicate softness. She hadn’t uttered his real name in months. He wanted to hear it again.

“I could really use that hug.”