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.”


Finally…Flash Fiction Friday

So I’m really late posting this today, but I made it! It’s still Friday! Hope you enjoy this weeks flash!

Prompt ~ Learning is good.

Taking a sip of wine, she let the smooth, rich flavor slide down her throat. She had to savor something from this night. Because the jerk she accepted a date from stood her up. Story of her life. She always dated the arrogant assholes with only sex on their minds. For once, she decided to stay clear from that type. Dreamy-eyed man from the other day a perfect example. So instead, she agreed to a date with a simple, normal guy who works in the IT department at her work. A geek, really, especially with the dorky looking glasses he wears, always pushing them up his nose as he speaks like a sloth. He seemed safe. Nothing to worry about.

And the nerdy jerk stands her up.

Learning is good. She always liked to learn something new every day. A motto her mother used to say all the time growing up. Well, she learned a valuable lesson today.

All men suck.

Nerdy. Arrogant alpha-males. Down-to-earth goody two-shoes. Every single one sucked. She hated men. No more dating.

A chair scuffed across the floor in the dimly lit area of the bar where she sat. It was a quiet evening, most of the patrons eating in the dining area, the bar semi-empty. It would fill up in another hour or two with the nightlife crowd ready to party. She’d be long gone before that happened. Of all the places someone had to pick a seat, they chose right next to her.

Turning her head to give the unlucky person who decided to pick that particular seat a piece of her mind, her eyes went round with shock.

“A beautiful night…” The tip of his mouth curled up. “With a beautiful woman.”

Oh. My. God.


The man who tortured her dreams nightly. The man she could never just act like a normal person in front of. The man who always made her act like a clumsy idiot, especially when she spilled her coffee all over him. He just took the chair right next to her. And a little too close for her tastes. His thigh took that moment to brush against hers, the soft touch sending shivers of anticipation throughout her body.

“I’ve rendered you speechless.”

“Not even close. I just have nothing to say.” She raised her glass of wine to stop herself from saying something idiotic. Because, of course, he was right. He did sort of render her speechless.

Here she was sulking because her nerdy date stood her up, and she dismissed this somewhat arrogant, yet sexy as hell man’s offer of a dinner date. She couldn’t get him out of her mind the past few days. His light touch sent her into a tailspin. Would it really hurt to keep denying the strong sexual connection between them? She should’ve just said yes to him. She knew he would’ve never stood her up.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” His gorgeous lips lifted even higher into the sexiest grin she had ever seen in her life. She wanted to kiss those delectable lips of his.

“For?” She couldn’t help but smile back. He made it difficult to resist. Why did she keep resisting him? She started to take another sip of wine.

“You would’ve had to endure the most boring date ever with that other guy.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now you can enjoy your evening with me.”

She choked on the sip of wine, a bit of it dribbling down her chin.

Oh, yeah. This is the reason she didn’t accept his date. He was an arrogant jackass. How in the hell did he know who her date was? Was he the reason she was stood up? What did he do? Did he really think she’d stay here with him?

His finger swiped across her chin, then he licked his finger slowly as he stared at her. His eyes mesmerized her, as did the slightly odd, yet erotic thing he just did with his finger. He might be an egotistical bastard, but he sure knew how to light her body on fire.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “How about…”

Oh, dear. He was about to suggest they leave and engage in hot sweaty sex. She didn’t think she’d be able to deny him anything at the moment. Not with his sultry breath enticing her to shift her neck just a bit so his lips would connect.

“…we have that dinner date now.”

Well, on the scale of did-that-just-happen, she had to rank this at holy-shit-he-just-fooled-her.

What the hell? She hated all men tonight. Him included.

She couldn’t really embarrass herself anymore than she already had with him. Not to mention, she just drooled in front of him and he didn’t go running. If anything, he leaned closer.

Her night couldn’t get any worse. Only better. Between the sheets if she had her way. Because even though he annoyed her, it’d been a very long time for her.

She stood up, grabbing her glass of wine. “Dinner it is.”


Oh, yeah…this book is free right now until September 3, 2017! Happy Labor Day!

Addilyn Stratten doesn’t know how, or who, murdered her sister until she starts digging into the history of the house her sister was murdered in. The more she digs into the house, the more she senses the need to flee as far as she can get.

Detective Eddie Kline is there every step of the way, providing the common sense that a real-live person killed her sister, not the house.

But as each minute ticks by, Addy fears the house is at the root of it all. Each time she hears those horrifying words, she wants to run away. Who keeps whispering, Follow Me, Sweet Darling?

*Note: This is not a romance. This is a standalone short story. This isn’t part of a series. Enjoy a spine-tingling short story that will keep you turning the pages until the end.


Flash Friday!

Prompt ~ I want money.

Slamming the door shut a little harder than he intended, he couldn’t regret it when he heard the wince coming from his assistant on the other end of the phone.

“Did you hear me, Herman? I want money. Lots more.” He sighed heavily, realizing how arrogant that sounded. But it was true. He didn’t work his ass off every day, late into the night, for the hell of it. He did it to make money. To fill up his bank account. If that made him arrogant and conceited, then so be it.

“I’ve been working on the contract, sir. They’re being difficult. They want to buy significantly under the proposal we sent.”

“I. Want. My. Money.” Where was another door for him to slam? He settled for jamming the elevator button hard several times. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I will not sell below what we offered. It’s highway robbery.”

“I agree, sir, and understood. I’m on it.”

“Good.” He disconnected and slid the phone back into his pocket before he was tempted to make a few more calls and really put the office into an uproar.

He was already running late. He got home late last night from the office, which wasn’t unusual for him, except this time.

He couldn’t get his mind off the woman he met in the lobby of the apartment building. She had been refreshing and funny and so damn adorable stuttering over her words. It’d been a long time since a woman made him pause in what he was doing and look at the beauty before him. Work usually kept most of his attention. Women rarely factored in unless he needed to scratch an itch. Yet again, he sounded like a smug jackass, but hey, he was a man. A man with needs.


Here he was, still daydreaming about a woman he would probably never see again. He forgot the Tanner file on his desk in his home office. Because, of course, losing his train of thought at the office downtown, not completing everything he needed to, he worked some more once he got home last night.

Turning around to quickly run to his apartment, he jumped from the scalding liquid that splashed onto his chest and ran down onto his pants.


His eyes pinned to the blue-eyed beauty from yesterday. Did his thoughts conjure her? She had the grace to look apologetic as the mug in her hand dripped with brown liquid down the sides and slightly indented from her grasp.

“I like the disposable kind of mugs…you know…because dishes.” Her face started to bloom a light shade of red that made her look more gorgeous than he wanted her to. “I didn’t see you standing there.”

His eyes trailed to the phone in her other hand. “You ruined my suit. I’m already running late.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Are you always this accident-prone?”

She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you always so rude?”

“Me, rude? You spilled the…coffee, I presume.”

“And I said I was sorry. How many times do you want me to say it?”

What an excellent question. He honestly didn’t mean to come off as so disrespectful. But he was running late and the deal he’d been working on for the past two weeks was falling apart. His anger still seethed. She just happened to step into his pathway and take the brunt of it.

Which was utterly unacceptable.

His lips curled into a delightful grin. The kind of grin that always had women melting into the palm of his hand. “I’m having a difficult morning. I apologize for taking it out on you. I feel like we keep getting off on the wrong foot. How about I take you to dinner to make up for it?”

She cocked a brow. “Oh, you’re smooth. Been there, done that.” She tossed him a wily smile probably meant to irk him, which it did. “So I’ll have to pass.”

“You sure know how to break a man’s heart.”

She patted his chest. “You’ll survive, I’m sure.”

The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside. The doors closed before he could find the best words to respond with.

She did it again.

She walked away from him with the last word.

Heading back to his apartment to grab the folder he forgot and change, he knew he needed to run into her one more time.

Third time’s the charm.

And he refused to think he lost his charm when it came to women. He didn’t have time for a woman in his life.

But he’d make time for her.

Now, if only he could win her affections.


Flash Fiction Friday

Woo hoo! It’s Flash Fiction Friday again. And I almost forgot about it. I’ve been so busy this week with other book related stuff and school just starting, it occurred to me this morning I hadn’t written my flash yet. But here it is. I have to admit, my daughter almost stumped me on this one…so I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Prompt ~ Don’t lose…electronics.

With the strap of her purse tight around her shoulder, she shifted the rest of it in front of her as she dug for her keys.

Where did those buggers fall?

She had a horrible habit of tossing anything and everything into her purse.

Lipstick. Yep, just threw it in without putting it in the nice little side pocket made perfectly for it.

Receipts. Always crumbled into a ball with other things like business cards.

Keys. Yeah, those were always the most difficult to find underneath everything else. One would think her lipstick would be the hardest to find. Nope. Not for her.

A tall, large profile of a man pierced her senses as she almost gave up searching for her keys. Almost, but not quite. He might be opening the door to get into her apartment building, but she still needed to unlock her apartment door itself.

“Hold up! Please.” She started to half-run, half-walk as her fingers kept digging to the bottom of her purse.

Sometimes, she just lost things, or misplaced stuff, setting it down and forgetting to pick it back up. Which is why she always tossed everything in her purse with no care in the world. Because she knew where it was, even if she had to dig for it.

The man stood with the door halfway open and started to turn toward her.

Touching everything from her wallet to pieces of paper to her tiny lipstick container, her mind started to churn into panic that she lost her keys. “Don’t lose…electronics…” Her mind went completely blank as she met the eyes of the kind gentleman holding the door open for her.

His deep green eyes glittered with amusement as a small part of his lip curled up. “What?”

“What…what?” Oh, geez. Just put her in a corner for acting like an idiot. Was she even making sense?

“Did you lose…something?”

Did she say she lost something? She had no clue what she even said before his captivating gaze caught hold of her. She still didn’t know what to say as he met her stare, his lovely green eyes sparkling with laughter. He knew she was clueless.

Ugh. Well, that was unattractive.

“Are you okay?”

Going for a haughty glare, she moved to walk past him through the door. “You’re fine.” Her eyes closed as she felt the heat roll up her chest and to her cheeks. “I mean, I’m fine.”

A low chuckle followed her as she walked through the door. Of course, what was she thinking? He was beyond fine. He was downright handsome in his designer suit that fit him perfectly. His thick brown hair just asked for her to brush her fingers through it, and the subtle curls gave him almost a sweet and tender look. But the devil-may-care grin and the laughter in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He would be arrogant and controlling. She had enough of letting those kinds of men in her life.

Not today.

No way.

“So…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t get your name.”

Turning slightly, yet she didn’t stop walking because she wanted to reach the elevator and the safety of her apartment before she gave in to temptation, she said, “I didn’t offer it.”


She turned back around only to smack right into a large brown box that sat in the middle of the floor. She lost her footing, toppling over the box and to the other side as her purse flung across the floor, the contents scattering everywhere.

Could it get much worse? She wasn’t usually this clumsy or flustered with a man before. One simple look and he had her mixing up her words, looking like a fool, and tripping over things she should’ve seen sitting in her pathway.

A warm, gentle hand helped her up. For once, his eyes shimmered with compassion and concern. “Are you okay?”

It’s as if he was offering her a second chance with the same words he asked just a minute before.

“I’m good.”

Nodding, he said no more and let her go to pick up her things. She scrambled around as fast as she could, the embarrassment washing over her that he had to help her in the first place. When she opened her purse wide so he could dump everything in, her face flamed with heat once more.

Oh my God, was that a tampon?

The sweet dimple forming on his face, with the laughter back in his eyes, said yes, he just picked up a tampon for her.

Well, just for that, she’d give him the title of being a gentleman once again, even if he was laughing at her at the same time.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome…” He paused, as if he still wanted her name.

There wasn’t room in her life for a man. Even one as temptingly delicious as him. “Well, have a nice day.” She walked away with as much dignity as she could find.

Sadly, he didn’t stop her.


Flash Fiction Time!

I am loving this storyline, especially since it’s something I’ve never tried to write before. I’ve been doing this one longer than I realized, though. Since April. Wow! I think this will be the last week of this story, unless you all holler at me and insist I keep it going. lol. Who knows? Maybe Bo and Isabella will get their own book in the future. Hope you enjoy how this ends!

Prompt: I love crazy.

Hands in his hair, he pulled hard. Nothing made sense. Not her visions. Not what happened today. Not what happened three years ago. Just call it a cluster.

Blowing out a deep breath, he stood up from the couch. He needed to check on her. She’d been sleeping all day ever since they came to her house. It was nearing midnight. There’s no way he’d be able to sleep until she woke up and he knew she was okay.

Inching the bedroom door open, he paused for a moment to take in her beauty. Her beautiful blonde hair lay gracefully on the pillow, her body curled into the blankets with one leg peeking out. One soft, silky leg just waiting for him to caress.

Ugh! Not the time for that nonsense. Oh, but he wanted to make the time. He wanted her just as badly as he did three years ago. Like the idiot he was, he turned away from her. Like the jerk he was, he made her think earlier today that it was her fault they broke up.

Taking his time, he tiptoed to the bed and gently sat on the edge. His hand ached to touch her. Just one little touch. But he refrained. He held himself in check.

He loved her so much it hurt to think about it. These past three years, he had perfected the art of not thinking about her. All it took was one simple phone call from her to make all those turbulent feelings come rushing back in.

He loved her now. He loved her back then. In his crazy ass way, he told her today he had always loved her. The disbelief on her face shouldn’t have surprised him. He never said the words before today. Apparently, his actions back then weren’t very clear about it either. Of course not. Expressing his feelings wasn’t something he excelled at. But she was here now. Back in his life. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice.

She started to stir, twisting her body towards him. A soft, warm hand landed on his thigh. It was enough to make his body go wild. Lowering his mouth, he brushed a tender kiss across her forehead.

How much would she hate him if he slid under the covers with her? He needed to get some sleep. She could be out for the count until morning. Two visions in one day took a huge toll on her.

Before he could back away, put some space between them, she whispered, “What time is it?”


She jerked and tried to sit up, but he pushed lightly on her shoulders. “You need the rest.”

“That feels real.”

He gave her a perplexed look. “What does?”

Her eyes glided to his hand that still rested on her shoulder, his thumb softly rubbing it. “You’re real.”

A chuckle escaped. “Of course I am.”

“I thought earlier, maybe I was…”

He knew what she was saying. The things he said confused her more than he realized. If only he would’ve professed his love back then, instead of assuming she’d figure it out. Truth was his love for her still scared him. His feet ached to run, while at the same time, climb into bed with her. His emotions tumbled around like a rough current in the middle of the ocean.

“I’m real. I’m here. I’m not leaving.” He felt a little more anchored to the ground expressing that. “Go back to sleep.”

“Those people…”

“We’ll talk more in the morning. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

Her eyes grew round with shock. “Meaning, what?”

“Shit.” He couldn’t hide the grimace. “I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

She tried to sit up again, but he impeded her movements. “What happened?”

He hated the misery, the pain in her eyes. Brushing his lips to hers, he hoped that would erase a small trace of it away. “A bomb went off earlier this evening. We don’t know how many people are injured or dead, but it took out at least ten homes in a residential neighborhood on the west side of town.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as her body tensed. “And my second vision…”

“No word yet of any victims.”

“What’s going on, Bo? My visions have never failed me before. Why now?” She turned her head away as the tears came flooding out.

Wrapping her in his arms, he held her tightly. “You didn’t fail. It’s not your fault. You have to believe that.”

“Just like I was supposed to believe you loved me.” Each word came out with a sob. “I just need this all to be a horrible nightmare. None of it can be real.”

His breath hitched as a sharp pain hit his heart. “Even me?” He relaxed his grip, yet didn’t move away from her. “I suck at this relationship stuff, but I never wanted you to leave. I admit I pushed you away back then even though I loved you. I still do. It scares the hell out of me.”

For the longest time, she was silent, crying into his arms. He said nothing more as his hands wove up and down her back, soothing her as best as he could. Her tears eventually calmed. Nothing but silence filled the room. She must’ve fallen asleep.

“Am I going crazy?” Her whispered words echoed around the room. “I have to be going crazy. Everything that’s happened…what you said…I am crazy.”

She still didn’t believe him. What did he expect? He was never this open with her when they first started dating. Maybe she really did believe this was all a horrible nightmare.

“I love crazy.” He brushed a kiss against her neck. “I love you.”

She lifted her head, her eyes shining brightly into his. “You really do? You’re really real?”

“I’m as real as it gets. Forewarning you, though. I’m probably gonna act like an idiot and screw up in every way I possibly can. Call me crazy, too.”

A warm smile graced her face. “I think I can handle that. I love you, too, Bo.” She snuggled closer. “What about my visions? We have to stop this madman.”

He kissed the top of her head. “We will, sweetheart. Together, we will.”


A dose of love…flash fiction!

One thing I’ve come to love is writing flash fiction. Not only does it help to get the creativity flowing, in case I’m struggling with that, but it helps to keep me writing. Sometimes I just don’t feel like writing, or I’m too busy doing something else concerning my books. Writing flash fiction makes me keep up with writing. I like that little push, that motivator to keep me going. In case you didn’t know where I always got my prompt from to write the flashes, I started writing flash fiction with the lovely group Love Indie Romance. I’ve had tons of fun joining them with weekly flashes, but I’m going to be changing it up some.

Last weekend was Mother’s Day. And what a beautiful day it was. My kids made that day so special for me, although, they make each day pretty special in some way. My oldest daughter (she’s seven) made me a special book filled with things she loved about me and a few other wonderful words. The one thing that really stuck out and filled my heart with so much love was some things she said about my writing. She knows I write. (I am on my computer a lot. lol) But what she said really made me see how proud she is of me. I thought it would be really fun to have her help me with my prompts. When I asked her if she’d give me a short sentence so I could write a story with it, the smile she gave me was so precious. *heart beats madly with love*

So, I’ll be enlisting the help of my daughters (Because I imagine my four year would love to help as well. *wink*) for my weekly prompts. I like them to know what I do, how I do it, and that this is my job. A job I love doing every single day. And when she gets just as excited to help me out, I know it’s going to be so much fun!

Here on out, my flashes will be on Friday’s. As you can see from my little quote above, it’ll be: A dose of love…Flash Fiction Friday. Because you know me, I love the love and you’ll always get a happy ending with me…even in my flashes!

Here’s the first prompt she provided. She surprised me with a hard one right off the bat. Love it!

Prompt: Sadness is sad.

Isabella tried to walk as steadily as she could into her house. She didn’t need Bo’s arms around her anymore. That certainly didn’t mean she would be opposed to it. It just wasn’t a good idea.

Since they left the precinct, Bo’s insistence on driving her home, not much had been said. They talked about both of her visions, unable to gain any further information from them. She never had visions this close together. Her body was draining. Sleep sounded like the best idea. If only Bo wasn’t following her inside.

Sitting gingerly on the couch, she rested her head against the cushion. She wanted to close her eyes, but there was no way she could while Bo was in her house. Time to have a conversation she didn’t want to have. She really needed to close her eyes. Instead, she chanced a quick glance to him, where he stood not far from her.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Nothing right now.” Without warning, he stepped closer and scooped her into his arms.

“What are you doing?” She almost hated how wonderful it felt to be in his arms as he headed for her bedroom. It’s not like this would last.

“You’re exhausted. You can barely keep your eyes open. Have you ever had two visions so close together?” He gently laid her on the bed.

She swore she could see the love shining within the depths of his eyes. Impossible.

His hand grazed her cheek delicately. “Isabella?”

“No. Everything…it’s never happened before.

His hand swept across her cheek again. Softly. Slowly. “Sadness is sad.” His eyes pierced her with a look she couldn’t describe.

“What?” He had to stop looking at her like that. It unnerved her. “You’re confusing me, Bo.”

“I don’t like it when you look sad. I want…I need some happiness in my life.”

She tucked the covers around her, avoiding eye contact. Every time she met his gaze, she saw a new emotion she didn’t think ever existed between them. His words were making no sense. One thing she could always count on with Bo was his honesty. She felt like he was talking in circles and avoiding the truth.

“Your life seems just fine.”

She had no choice but to look into his eyes when he grabbed her cheeks and forced her to. They glittered with an intense emotion that would’ve knocked her on her ass if she hadn’t been lying down.

“Nothing’s been fine since you left. You think you have it all figured out. You thought back then you knew what I was feeling. What I was thinking. You never had a clue. Still don’t. For a psychic, you suck at reading me.”

Tiny tremors combed her body. A mixture of terror and pleasure. “I don’t read minds.”

His lips slammed down onto hers. His tongue dove in, her welcoming it with ease. She missed this. Missed him. She had no idea what he was talking about, considering she couldn’t read minds at all, but she’d take what he was offering right now.

Just as quickly, he pulled away, their heavy breathing the only sounds. He looked pissed, yet the desire glimmered in his eyes as well.

“Do you ever listen to me?”

“I am. I always did.”

He leaned closer. She prayed his lips would connect with hers once again. “You never did. If you ever listened, for even a moment, you would’ve never left.”

“Stop talking in riddles.” His face turned hard as granite. She knew she was just asking for him to blow up. Talking things out wasn’t her forte. He might have a slight point that she didn’t listen well. Walking away was always an easier solution. But he was wrong. She never heard anything back then that would’ve had her sticking around. Her ears were wide open waiting for him to stop her and he never did. So his words right now were clear as mud. As fast as his anger imploded on his face, it disappeared. Like a kite losing its string high in the sky.

“Rest. You need it. Then we’ll talk.” His lips closed the distance. A soft sigh floated out. “To make it as clearly as I can, I’ve always loved you.  But my love never seemed to be enough for you.”

He stood up quickly without waiting for a response and walked out, closing the door.

Well, that was the last thing she ever expected to hear. His words were still confusing the hell out of her. Maybe she was still out of it. Maybe she didn’t really hear him say what she always wanted to hear from him. That had to be it. She was hallucinating. The lack of energy was creating things that weren’t real.

Was Bo even real? Did she really leave the house, leave the bed from her first vision? Was she still stuck in a horrible vision?

He couldn’t love her. She would’ve never walked away from his love.

She closed her eyes. Blackness descended immediately.


Flash fiction time!

Prompt: Watch him die

His crazy laugh sent shivers running down her spine.

“Watch him die.”

Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. She stared in horror as the man pressed the knife to Bo’s throat, making a sweeping motion.


She jerked upright, immediately falling back into the warmth of Bo’s arms. Her body ached everywhere, from the deep pounding in her head to the aggravating tingles in her toes. Some aches were from pain, and some were from the desire swamping her body as Bo’s arms became tighter around her. He held her as if she would slip away to the bottom of the ocean. She felt like she was sinking to the bottom, no air in sight.

“You need to stay awake. Stop going in and out. I can’t take it anymore.”

Leaning her head back, at a very awkward angle, she peered into his eyes. The concern shining within the depths had her trembling with disbelief. He didn’t care about her. Why was he pretending now? Why was she sitting with her back against his chest on the ground outside the precinct? Why did it have to feel so nice?

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes bulged, as if he couldn’t believe she asked such a question. “You had a vision. Do you have any idea how long we’ve been sitting outside here? Do you have any idea how—” His lips pressed into a thin line. “Are you okay? You gonna stay with me?”

Stay with me. If only he meant that in a totally different way. In a way that would make her heart soar.

“How long have I been out?” She tried to sit up and move away from him, but his arms were still impenetrable. “I’m okay now. You can let go.”

His grip strengthened, his hands flush against her stomach, sending delicious tingles straight to her core. “I’m not ready to let you go.” His warm breath, so close to her ear, brought memories forward that she wished she could forget, especially right in this moment. “What was the vision?”

She wanted to forget it. Forget everything she saw.


Closing her eyes, she savored the way her name left his mouth so softly, so erotically.

“Talk to me. You were out for an hour. And for the last thirty minutes, you’ve been in and out of consciousness. You scared the shit out of me.” He squeezed gently, a kiss hitting the side of her face. “What did you see?”

“A man had a knife to your throat. I was across the room, helpless, watching as he threatened you, threatened me. He killed you right before my eyes.”

He tensed. “Did you recognize him?”

“No. I couldn’t see his face clearly. I don’t why I keep seeing us, yet it wasn’t us. The victims were Stacey and John. Why can’t I see anything to help identify who this man is?”

“Are you saying it’s the same guy from the other vision? The bomber?”

She nodded. “I could feel his evil.” She turned as best as she could, burying her face into his chest, soaking up the comfort he was offering. She didn’t care if it wouldn’t last, she just needed to grab as much as she could from him before he shoved her away once again.

“I’m taking you home. Then we’ll figure this out.”

“I can take myself home. I’m okay.”

His arms were already tight against her, but they tightened even more at her words. “You’re far from okay.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “And we have a lot to talk about. Starting with us.”

“There is no us. There hasn’t been for years.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I have something I need to tell you.”

Like that, she wished she could disappear, continue the descent down to the bottom of the ocean. What could he possibly want to tell her? Did she really want to know?

“I’m not leaving your side, so don’t even think about arguing with me. Let’s go.”

The way he said it, she had no choice but to listen. He sounded like he actually cared about her. Or was she setting herself up for more heartache?




Flash this, baby!

Prompt: If you only knew

His steps slowed as he reached the hallway that would lead him back to the break room. A place he didn’t need to go to. He still had his cold coffee sitting on his desk.

Call him a coward. Or an asshole. Both descriptions fit him perfectly.

What was he doing? Why was he walking away, yet again?

Blowing out a frustrated breath, he turned around. She still sat at his desk, her head hanging down. He did that to her. He put the sadness there.

Why didn’t she storm out already? The second he walked away, he figured she would’ve, too. What did it mean that she was still sitting there?

Sinking into his chair, he grabbed his cold cup of coffee to help refrain from grabbing for her.

“I would never shoot you.”

Her head shot up.

“I don’t know why you think I would, but I would never do that.”

Her brows puckered, as if in contemplation.

“Walk me through the entire vision like we…” Used to do. He couldn’t even finish that sentence for some reason. The pain and sorrow in her eyes tore at his heart. “That’s if you’re up to it.”

“I am.” With that, she broke the vision down piece by piece.

Sometimes working through her visions helped to unveil the part they needed to solve a crime or find their perp or to save a victim. And sometimes it did nothing but further aggravate her that her vision was basically useless. Like, now. She couldn’t provide anything to point a finger at the victims or the bomber or even the area it would take place. It made him nervous.

Because her visions were never wrong.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“How? I’ve given nothing to help you whatsoever.”

He ached to reach out and touch her. To comfort her. “Because we have no choice. We can’t let innocent people get hurt. Something will come to you. I’ll try on my end as well.” He wasn’t sure where to start to locate Todd and Liana, but he wouldn’t leave it all on her shoulders to solve this.

She stood up. “If something else comes to mind, I’ll call you.”

“I’ll walk you out.” He scooted his chair back and stood up as well.

“That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.”

She threw him a puzzled look. He thought she was about to argue with him when she abruptly turned and started walking. He followed closely behind, longing to grasp her hand. To walk side by side. How would she react if he did it? Pull away? Pull him closer?

Less than a minute later, she stopped in front of her car. Turning towards him, she stumbled back. Not much space lingered between them. He didn’t mean to startle her, but he couldn’t seem to stop when she did. He was barely a breath away. The ache to close the distance was so strong he didn’t know how much longer he could control it.


“Can you move back, please?”

“And if I don’t?”

“What is this, Bo? What are you trying to do?” The pain he saw inside earlier evaporated right before his eyes. Now, anger stood in its place. “Always playing games. You never change.”

“What game am I playing?”

“I asked you to back up. Why do you insist on standing so close to me? To walk me to my car? Like you suddenly care about me.”

If you only knew. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say how he really felt about her. Even as badly as he wanted the words to escape, he couldn’t do it.

Perhaps he could show her, though.

His hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashed down upon hers. She barely resisted as her arms wound around his neck. Tightening his embrace, he pushed her up against the car, wishing they weren’t in a public parking lot. Wishing he could truly show her how much he loved her.

The kiss went from frenzied to tender as his hands slid up her body and grasped her cheeks. Pulling away, he whispered against her lips, “I’ve never once played games with you.”

“What’s happening here then?”

“What always happens between us. I lo—” He froze in horror as her body went limp in his arms.

Shit! A vision.


Oh, and good news! I finally re-released Sunset Darkening. *claps excitedly* Same great story, just edited some unnecessary stuff out. 🙂

Lucas Dalton just wants to move on—do his job. He wants to focus on finding the man who killed three women and nearly took his sister’s life. It remains difficult with all the reporters flooding his door, especially from Elle Conners, investigative reporter. She’s looking for an exclusive interview, something Lucas and his sister have never provided. He surely isn’t going to start now. It doesn’t matter how gorgeous or tempting she is.

When a new murder rocks his small town, he assumes the killer has come back for more. Until the dots start connecting to Elle, the one woman he can’t seem to get out of his mind. He discovers why she needed that exclusive so badly, to rebuild her life from an attack two years ago. Now she needs him for so much more—to keep her safe. He’ll not only catch this new killer, but try to win her heart.

Flash time!

Oh my! I’m so sorry I’m so late this week with my flash. I always like to try to post on Monday, but alas, family stuff popped up and as much as I love my writing, my family is always first. But I know you all understand that:) The house is finally back to normal and I have some flash fiction for you! Yay! I hope you like how this story line is going. I’m kinda really loving it:) Might have to try a psychic book in the future.

Prompt: Walk the line

“Dude was drunk as a skunk. I’m all like, walk the line. He’s all like, I love that song. Needless to say…”

Bo nodded as if he cared what Derek had to say about his arrest he had to handle last night, when really, his mind wouldn’t leave the thought he was about to see Isabella again. Three years. Every day that passed since he last saw her had been like a dagger to his heart. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle seeing her again. The temptation to pull her into his arms and beg forgiveness kept swimming through his veins. Like she’d ever forgive him.

He was the one who ended the relationship. He was the one who walked away as if she meant nothing. That was the furthest thing from the truth. She had been his everything. It scared the hell out of him. It scared him so much he turned away from her. What an idiot.

Now she was coming back to him—because of a vision. Not because she missed him. Loved him, maybe.

Love was never exchanged between them, but he knew she did. He saw it every time she looked at him. Every time she spoke. The words always teetered on the tip of his tongue. And every single time he stopped himself. Pathetic. He didn’t deserve her, especially now, acting like a coward.

“…blew a .20. Can you believe that shit?”

He stood up and slapped Derek on the back playfully. “Sounds like a doozy, man. I gotta get back to work.”

Grabbing his coffee, now cold, that he decided to grab after she called, he walked back to his desk. Glancing at the clock, he figured he had another five to ten minutes before she showed up. He knew her well. If she said she had a vision, she’d want to get to right away. Especially if she called him after so long. She could’ve called anyone, but she called him. Why? What did it mean?

None of it mattered. The way he spoke to her on the phone ensured that.

On the dot, like he assumed, she walked into the precinct ten minutes later, heading straight for his desk. Her stance was rigid, her hands clasped tightly to her purse as she stopped in front of him. No smile graced her face. No happiness. None of the eager anticipation to see him as she always displayed in her eyes when they were together. Just indifference. It pissed him off.

“Have a seat.”

“Nice to see you, too.” She sat down a bit haughtily as her words were. Something he deserved. He wasn’t afraid to admit that.

Seeing her was painful. He certainly couldn’t say that. Her beauty, as always, wrapped around him and squeezed the life right out of him. Her silky blonde hair was up in a tight ponytail, not one piece out of place. Her face was devoid of makeup, as usual. She never needed any of that crap as some women liked to cake on. Her beauty was natural, and he loved every part of her. Her clothes were sweet and simple. A shirt and a pair of jeans with white plain sandals on her feet. The only thing that really stood out was the dark circles rimming her eyes. He knew just from that tiny detail the vision had been bad.

And he didn’t want to think about that. He witnessed her having a vision a few times, and every time it killed him to watch. Thinking about it was just as difficult.

“What was it about?” Right down to business. The faster they solved this, the faster he could get her back out of his life before he caved and groveled before her feet.

She took a deep breath, then went to explain about a happily married couple, Todd and Liana, a bomb, and the hard choice they had to make. None of it sounded good. At all.

“Got an address?”

“I couldn’t see any of that.”

“A last name?”

“Or that.”

“An inkling about the bomber?”


That was unlike her. Her visions weren’t always spot-on and accurate and filled with every single detail, but they normally helped with at least a small lead.

“So, what do you have for me?”

Sighing, her hands turned pasty white as she gripped her purse a little harder in her lap. “Not much. It was…it took a lot out of me. I was out for hours.”

“Hours?” He leaned forward, aching to reach out to her. “Has that ever happened before?” He was dreading her answer. Because if she said no, he didn’t know what to think.


Just like that, a punch to the gut.

“I had to tell you, though. I’m sorry it’s not more helpful.” She averted her eyes. “There’s one more thing.”

Tiny little goose bumps flushed his skin. He was absolutely certain he didn’t want to hear this part.

“What’s that?”

Turning her head, her eyes gazed into his, almost as if she could see straight into his soul. “I saw the victims, felt the torture, except…I saw them as if they were us. Me with a bomb strapped to my chest and you with the decision whether to shoot. I know how you would’ve handled the situation.”

His anger was swift, his hands balling into fists as he leaned closer to her. “Oh, yeah? And what the hell would’ve I done?

“Shoot me, of course.”

She said it so calmly, so believable, that he knew then, she’d never forgive him for walking away. Even if he tried to plead his case that he always loved her, since almost the moment he met her, she’d never believe him. She honestly thought he’d shoot her to save others. As horrible as it was to think, let alone say, he didn’t think he’d ever kill her to save others. He loved her too much to do that.

“Guess there’s not much else we have to say to each other. Call me if you remember anything else.”

With that, he stood up and walked away from his desk before he did something stupid like tell her he loved her.


Flash time!

Prompt: The bad boy you just can’t forget

The pain slowly receded. She still couldn’t move. Couldn’t function. Could barely even think.

A bomb. A madman. Two victims grappling with a decision.

Blinking once, then twice, her bedroom came into focus. Wiggling her fingers, the pain dwindled down to nothing. Sitting up, holding a hand to her head, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand.

10:03 AM


She went to bed, as she normally did, at ten o’clock last night. Her alarm was set for 7:30 AM, the same time she woke up every day. Her vision was so bad, one of the worst, it took her a moment to realize her alarm was still beeping. Swiping it silent, she clutched her phone as the vision played over again in her mind.


She hadn’t thought of him in years. Now he was in one of her visions. The strangest part, it felt as if they were the victims. It wasn’t true, of course. The victims were Todd and Liana. Happily married with no kids. They just purchased a new house, slowly fixing it up and saving money for a honeymoon they hadn’t taken yet.

She never had a vision with herself as one of the victims. Sure, she felt the pain as if it was her own. She hated that part. It always knocked her out at least ten minutes. This time it knocked her out for hours. That never happened before. That’s what scared her the most. What did it mean? Could she prevent this from happening?

Liana’s pain had been immense. She felt the bullet hit. The jerking of her body as she fell to the ground. She also felt the explosion. The heat. The flames.

It was all so confusing.

The bomber said if Todd killed her, he’d disarm the bomb. Todd definitely pulled the trigger. The bomb went off.

Maybe Todd shot her in the chest, triggering the bomb. Maybe the bomber lied. Maybe Todd was a second too late.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t see that part clearly. Or maybe she had. Things were still a bit fuzzy.

Standing slowly, just in case her body hadn’t recovered as well as she thought, she debated what to do first.

Take a shower and grab a cup of coffee?

Or call Bo?

She really wanted to take a shower, wash all the horror away. Not that it ever diminished, but she liked to pretend it worked.

Bo needed to know. He needed to know what was going to happen today. Stop it. Prevent it. If he would even talk to her, that is.

Three long years. In all that time, she never thought of him. She couldn’t. It hurt every time she did. He had been the one for her. The minute he shook her hand and introduced himself as Detective Bo Chapman, her heart was his. That never happened to her before. Fighting the attraction at first took all her strength, especially since he didn’t believe in psychics. He had looked at her with distrust until a vision of a missing four year old girl hit her. She found the little girl before the sicko that kidnapped her had killed her. From there, everything changed between them. She let her resistance crumble. It turned into a whirlwind romance. Or more like great sex—on his part at least. Every time she gave herself to him, she had given her all. Everything she had. Then, just like that, he tossed her aside as if she meant nothing.

She should’ve known he would never last in her life. He had that bad boy, player persona written all over him from the moment they met. None of it mattered. As soon as he warmed up to her, he had turned all his charms on her. She sank immediately, letting him take her away into the deep abyss. Honestly, she still hadn’t resurfaced.

The bad boy you just can’t forget.

But she did. She wiped him clear from her memory the same day they parted ways. She never thought of him once.

Until last night. When he appeared in her vision.

Why did that happen? Why would she see the victims as her and Bo when it wasn’t true? What did it mean?

Nothing good, that’s for sure.

Settling for at least one of the two things she really wanted, she waited for the coffee to finish, her fingers fiddling with her phone.

Just call him.

What would he say? Would he even listen to her? Would he just hang up?

Their parting didn’t go well. No screaming took part, but the tension had been thick, the anger, the hurt mixed in.

Maybe it was all on her side. Now that she thought about it, nothing but indifference showed on his part. He never loved her like she loved him. That was the problem from the beginning. She loved him with everything she had, and she was nothing more than a warm body.

Her hand shook as the phone rang in her ear.


His voice was soft and sultry, just as she remembered. The question in his tone almost had her hanging up. He didn’t remember her.

“Who is this?”

Oh, right. She didn’t identify herself yet.

“Hi, Bo. It’s—”

“Isabella…” His voice cracked. “What do you want?”

You. “I had a vision. It was a bad one.”

She heard a soft sigh, the sound slapping her in the face. He didn’t want to hear about her vision. He didn’t want to hear from her at all. Well, too bad. She couldn’t let innocent people die.

“How bad?”

“Bad enough to make me call you.” Regret sucked the life out of her as soon as those words slipped out.

“I’m at the precinct.” Still nothing but indifference. Then, nothing but silence.

He hung up on her. At least she knew how this was going to play out. He was still calling all the shots. And she was letting him.