Thursday, July 20, 2017
Have you ever read a book that just made an impact on you? Well, that is exactly what Ninja Tattoo did for me!! I was so intrigued by Teague that I just needed more. I had to contact the author and beg her to write another book with Teague. Conduct Unbecoming is just that. Dellani does not disappoint in this book at all. She remained true to her characters and even added me as a new character! The question now is, how do I Get Dellani to write book 3? ~ Aileen Aroma
Welcome to Florida where there are sandy beaches, balmy breezes—and dead bodies on the beach. Unfortunately, the police suspect Teague's friend, and former battle buddy, of the killing. Teague knows Nadeya is innocent, but proving it won't be easy. She's disappeared and the last anyone heard from her, she was looking for this man in connection with her fiancé's murder.
Teague needs to find Nadeya before the police do. He must discover who killed the man on the beach and protect his friends and loved ones. Fortunately, he's not alone. Joined once more by his cousin, Joel McMurtry, they are augmented by one more—Jasper Waters. He's another police officer and former Marine. Adding to their numbers are Vivica, Teague's fiancée, Nadeya and her best friend, Aileen. The bad guys really don't stand a chance.
Join Teague and friends when they dodge bullets, rescue kidnapped victims and take an the airboat ride of their lives. It's an adventure they won't ever forget—provided they live through it.
Nadeya waited with her back to the brick wall of the Sheriff's Department. Her dark glasses concealed a good bit of her face, her hair obscured much of the rest. She wore it down and the black tendrils fluttered wildly in the breeze off the river. A tang of briny water reached Teague's nostrils. He smiled, telling Nadeya of the change of plans before placing the call to Isobel.
He told her how to find Old Fort Park and strolled north with Nadeya. They passed the small county courthouse on their left. Teague smiled at a couple of the officers out on break. They were having a smoke, but watching their environment.
Slowing down, Nadeya stiffened. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"No. But I don't see a choice here. We could use her help. Her husband has connections."
A silver Maserati circled the park, stopping at the sign on the corner. Teague waved.
"How did you know it was Isobel?"
"No one else around here drives a Maserati. She always had expensive tastes."
The window scrolled down. Teague told her where to go park. He and Nadeya followed on foot. He was pleased to see that there were no other people in the park. Scanning the landscape, he took in details. Two men to the northwest on bikes, near Isobel's car. They were vagrants, but mostly harmless. No doubt, they were making Isobel nervous. The Maserati would attract their attention, as would the woman driving it.
To the south, he spotted a car and that was basically it for at least two blocks all around. There was some activity at City Hall, but not enough to matter. The two of them walked over to Isobel's car. The men on bikes moved on, leering at Nadeya and giving Teague a thumb's up.
"Friends of yours?" she asked.
"No, but I know 'em."
"You know everyone."
She made a face. "Even—over there—you knew everyone. You can walk in a room full of people and know their life stories and be pals with them two hours later. I don't know how you do it. You never met a stranger."
Teague chuckled. "I'm shy as hell, just full of blarney. I learned from my dad."
Isobel got out of her car, clicking the remote. She wore black Louboutin's covered with spikes. Her black pencil skirt was slit on both sides. The ruffles on her black silk blouse fluttered in the wind. Her hair was up in a French twist and she wore a pair of pink Louis Vuitton sunglasses that cost roughly the same amount as Teague's monthly rent. The wind changed and her scent wafted toward him, making Teague's nostrils twitch. He'd always loved the way she smelled. There was something bold and commanding about it that made him feel weak. He stumbled.
Nadeya nudged him, giving him an odd look.
"Sorry," he whispered.
His companion ogled the front of his pants, making him blush. How could Isobel have that effect on him after all this time? He loved Vivica, but here he was sporting a boner for another woman.
"I will pound you, McTeague," Nadeya gritted her teeth as she muttered. "Put that away!"
Isobel stepped forward, arms open to Nadeya. The other woman stood well away, wary and cautious. The hairs on Teague's neck rose. Something wasn't right. Even as careful as they'd been, someone had followed them. Nadeya felt it too. Immediately, the two of them eyed their environment. Across the bridge on a small, innocuous island, sunlight hit metal where none should be.
Reacting instinctively, Teague grabbed Nadeya, pulling her down. His body slammed into the concrete, though she landed on the grass. The window of the Maserati exploded. Broken glass flew in every direction as the bullet buried itself in the headrest.
Isobel screamed hysterically, dropping awkwardly to the ground. Pieces of glass peppered her skin with blood, but she was otherwise unhurt.
"I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!" she screamed. "I didn't know he'd do this."
Teague rose to his knees. Another bullet ripped open the ground beside his right hand. Fucker can't shoot worth dick. Rolling to his left, he took cover behind a huge live oak. He tried to see the island from this position, but it was blocked by the corner of the marina and the angle of the bridge. Dialing the police, he reported the shooting, knowing the gunman would be long gone before they arrived.
© Dellani Oakes 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
It's coincidence that Michael Reuben ended up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. He had car trouble on his way to Alaska, and decided to stay. It's not coincidence that he hit the road as soon as he could, in order to get away from his mother. What can you say about Ma? She's controlling, plays favorites with her kids and is the Queen of the Guilt Trip—and she's on her way from New York City to visit. She's bringing a man with her, and his daughter, Sarena. Knowing how difficult his mother is to travel with, Mike conspires with Sarena to make it an easier trip.
"Am I on speaker?"
"No." Sarena sounded kind of surprised.
I lowered my voice to nearly a whisper. "Is she making you completely insane yet?"
"You can talk a little louder. We've stopped again. She's in the bathroom."
"Yeah, somewhat. Poor Daddy. She doesn't like the interstate much."
"Tip for future reference, Ma doesn't like much about road trips. Whose idea was this fiasco?"
"That I don't know," she said evasively.
"I'm sure he's regretting it already."
Sarena giggled, dropping her voice. I heard the car door open and shut. "You can believe that! I think he regretted it before we even got out of the City. I thought her backseat driving was going to make the poor man blow a gasket."
"Get her talking about her soap operas. It will distract her for awhile. It might make you crazy, but it will keep her off your dad's case and give him a break. When you stop in town, and you will, pick up some gossip rags and celebrity magazines. You'll have a little peace. Also, slip her some Dramamine or Benadryl."
Sarena laughed loudly and I immediately liked this woman. If she could laugh at my devious plans to keep my mother subdued, she was my kind of woman.
"You're evil, Mike. I knew I'd like you. I wish we'd talked to you about this before."
"I can share these tidbits with you because you're not the man dating my mother. Could you imagine me telling him this?"
"Daddy would blow a gasket, for sure. Anymore tips?"
"Got any soft music? Play something quiet, she'll fall asleep. She likes Patsy Cline and stuff like that."
"I'll see what Dad's got in the way of CD's. He's only got a few. So, what kind of music to you like, Michael?"
"Depends on my mood. I'm more of a heavy metal guy, but I'll listen to just about anything if I'm in the mood."
"And if your mood is frisky?"
"Now you make me sound like a puppy. I promise, I'm all grown up and potty trained."
"You're evading my question."
"It's a fairly personal question. Maybe I'm shy."
"You? I venture to say there's not a shy bone in your body."
"Not so much. I'd invite you to find out, but that's maybe not the most polite thing to say to a woman I never met, huh?"
"One thing you'll learn about me, Mike. I'm not awfully shy either. I've seen your picture," she left that statement hanging.
"The one at your brother's wedding."
I was best man under protest. I looked pretty damn good in the tux though. She must have thought so too.
"I didn't even know you existed until my mother called me last week. I'm not up to speed on this whole thing."
"That's okay. You look like a man who can keep up."
"I try not to disappoint."
"Cheese it," she whispered huskily, sounding like Bugsy Malone. "Your Ma's coming."
"Then I'd better say goodbye. Remember what I told you."
"Thanks, Mike. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person."
"Me too. Call me if you need anymore tips."
"Will do. Probably at the next rest stop."
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Portia Bledsoe has just come into an inheritance from a great-uncle she barely knew. He left her his home in Florida, as well as enough money to fix it up. She meets Wood Cirroco when her neighbor, Carl (his uncle) introduces them. Wood is a contractor, which she badly needs. When his mother finds out they are dating, she insists upon meeting Portia. Wood's ex-wife caused a lot of trouble and Carlotta wants to make sure he's not repeating his mistake.
We had a wonderful lunch, laughing and enjoying one another's company. I think Carlotta and I were a little tipsy by the time we started home. She sat in the back seat with me, while Carl drove back to his house. I wondered how we'd get her home, because it was quite obvious she couldn't drive herself. I needn't have worried. We got to his house and Wood got the keys to Carl's truck. He and I followed Carl to his mother's house in Ormond Beach. Once she was safely tucked away, Carl rode back with us.
"I want ice cream," Wood said as we passed the Dairy Queen. He pulled over and parked in the lot. I waited for him to open my door and help me out. I was just tipsy enough not to trust my own legs. I clutched his arm as we walked up to the window to order.
Carl walked me to a nearby table and Wood waited for the treats. He seemed to know many of the people, and they all greeted him in a friendly fashion. All except for one man. He was slightly older than Wood, bulky, mean looking. His blond hair was cut in a faux hawk, with mutton chop sideburns. He wore a frown and sported a gold hoop earring on the right ear. He'd arrived shortly after we had and stayed on the edge of the parking lot, not approaching the building. Instead, he stood by his truck door, arms and legs crossed, glowering.
"Isn't that what's his face?" Carl asked when Wood arrived with our treats. He nodded at the blond man.
"Tall, blond and ugly?" Wood flashed a look in that direction. "Yeah."
"Who?" I asked, somewhat worried about the man's presence.
"Monique's retard brother," Wood replied, deliberately raising his voice so the other man could hear.
Unfortunately, the other patrons at the DQ heard as well. Wood didn't seem to care. The blond man shifted slightly, his frown deepening.
"He thinks he's subtle, following me around. What he doesn't realize is, I don't care!" Wood yelled in the other man's direction. "You're violating the restraining order," he hurled at the other man. "You're not supposed to be within five hundred yards. You're less than two hundred. Sorry," he said to all the other customers. "But some people can't seem to figure out when they aren't wanted." He stood, walking over to the truck.
Monique's brother walked on a parallel track, shadowing his movements. He was less than a hundred yards away, muttering and flexing. Wood ignored him and climbed in the truck. I started to follow, but Carl grabbed my arm, telling me to stay put. The brother stood across from the truck, hands in fists, shoulders rounded. He looked like an angry bull, ready to charge.
Wood's phone appeared out the window. I could see him getting a video of the man. He said something that made the other man rush the truck. Furious, he slammed his fist on the hood. Wood continued filming it.
Moments later, two police cars pulled up. I recognized one of them as Joel McMurtry who had arrived the day that we found Hezikiah's body. He and the other officer looked so much alike, I knew they had to be brothers. They approached the truck and the blond monster spun around. He rushed Joel, who zapped him with a taser. The big man fell, body jerking uncontrollably. They moved in and cuffed him. Joel and the other cop lifted the brother to his feet and shoved him in the back of Joel's cruiser. Once he was locked in there, Wood got out of the truck and walked over to greet them.
Everyone at the restaurant stared, wondering what they'd just witnessed. Wood excused himself from the police officers and went to the restaurant. He spoke to the manager and handed him something.
"Blizzards for everyone, courtesy of Mr. Cirocco!"
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Brock Parnell has a serious problem. Tack Carmichael, the man he's hated for the last 30 years, has been killed. Unfortunately, he's become the prime suspect in the murder. He's being harassed by the law and the press. Luckily, he has a few good friends, including his ex-wife, Bonnie. And the assistant district attorney, Adrianna Hasselhoff.
My home phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, but didn't recognize the number. It was an out of state call, the area code wasn't one I recognized. It continued to ring a few more times, then the voice mail picked up.
"Brock, it's Bonnie. Pick up, dammit. I know you're home."
Instead, I copied the number down and called back on the cell phone that Sam had given me.
"Bonnie, it's Brock. What do you want?"
"I heard on the news about Tack. What happened? I know you didn't kill him!"
"Honestly, Bonnie, we're trying to piece that together. And thanks."
"Brock, you're many things, but a killer? Good God, no."
"Bon, Tom is here with me. Can I put you on speaker?"
"Sure. What's up?"
I clicked the phone to speaker, making a note to Adrianna not to speak. Bonnie and I are divorced, but she's always been a tad jealous and defensive. Knowing another woman was there might change how she spoke to me.
"Bonnie, did Amy ever say anything to you about Tack being impotent?"
"God, what didn't she say? She was always going off about how he couldn't get it up, not even with all the drugs in the world. He had some kind of emotional problem and was seeing a shrink in Cheyenne for it. He went out of state because he didn't want anyone to know. Of course, that meant that Amy talked that much louder about it. He hadn't touched her in years."
"Have you talked to her since you left?"
"Did she tell you anything? About who she was seeing?" I tried to hedge, but I knew Bonnie would catch on. You don't live with someone twenty years and not know what he's thinking.
"Brock Daniel Parnell, did you tap that sleazy piece of white trailer trash?"
"That's a yes. Oh, good God! I can't believe you humped that puffed up slab of silicone! She's dirtier than a three dollar whore! When did you do her?"
"Shortly after you left. I wasn't in a good place then."
"Drunk and horny, right?" She giggled. "Oh, honey, I told you that big bad boy would get you in trouble."
"All the time." I had to laugh. "They think I killed Tack to get Amy."
Her laughter nearly broke my eardrums. She screeched quite loudly and enthusiastically. "You're not serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"You have too much taste for that. Now for that pretty lady lawyer you've got working for you, I could see you committing all kinds of indecencies. But for Amy? Good God."
"Wait a second. When did you see Adrianna?"
"On the news. They were showing her going in the courthouse with Tommy. So she quit the prosecutor's office?"
"She couldn't continue to form a case against me. She believes me."
"That's so sweet!" The funny thing here is that Bonnie actually meant it.
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Sunday, July 09, 2017
It's July and time to celebrate! To do that, we've invited two great authors to be on the show. Please join us in welcoming two newcomers to the broadcast.
Caleb Monroe is the author of Breaking Free, a teen reader book from Progressive Rising Phoenix Press. We're so happy to have him on the show. Welcome, Caleb!
Also with us is romance author, Danielle Zwissler, author of The Man I'll Marry, Mommy for Christmas, The Boy Next Door, Yuletide Bride and many more.
Thursday, July 06, 2017
Lone Wolf Tales: A Lone Wolf Series Companion, is a collection of 9 short stories related to the Lone Wolf Series by Dellani Oakes. These short stories explore aspects of the series that are only briefly mentioned in the novels themselves. Each story is set in a different place and time. Step into the world of the Lone Wolf and meet giant cat people, evil despots and a dangerously handsome Galactic Marine.
And Itza Danced: The character of Itza is introduced in The Kahlea – Book 4 of the Lone Wolf Series. Itza is of the Zarbanni people of Bankaywan. Constantly harassed by brigands and marauders, Itza must send a message to all comers to leave her people alone. Unfortunately, the message hasn't been clear enough and she must fight once more for her people.
Blackened: On a backwater planet in the middle of absolute nowhere, Wil Vanlipsig and his men have been sent on another horrendous mission. This time, the odds are decidedly stacked against them. Their objective is to secure and liberate a weapon of mass destruction. Unfortunately, it's more than any of them counted on.
Brothers at Arms: Wil and Marc grew up together, were fast friends and even joined the Galactic Marines at the same time. When tapped for a special unit, they meet Lill Simpson, a vivacious redhead. She sets her sights on Marc, but for some reason, Wil doesn't trust her. Is it paranoia or can she really not be trusted?
Call Me Penny: Caught off guard on the scummy, armpit of planet Wercha, Barbara Stennis – known as Penny, because of her copper red hair – is arrested and forced to join the Galactic Marines. Something fishy is going on and the new recruits grow alarmed as many of their number start to mysteriously disappear at night. Penny finds herself in over her head when her sergeant orders her to investigate.
Fractured: Wil's had a crazy life. Thrown into one hellhole after another, he's always managed to escape. After a mission goes horribly long, he's forced to take a vacation to a distant, isolated planet called New Aussie. While there, he's in an accident. Hovering between life and death, he's rescued by an exotically beautiful woman named Siegra. Strange things happen in the desert, deep in the Heriatis Hills—some of which should never be explained.
Gone But Not Forgotten: When they met, there was a spark of recognition, of longing, that neither Wil nor Matilda could explain. This tale explores not only Wil's past, but Matilda's, explaining why they fell instantly in love.
A Little White Lie: Wil's been on more than one mysterious mission, given ambiguous orders and dropped in a war zone. That doesn't bother him anymore. However, this time, there is more than one agenda in play and Wil must tread carefully if he wants to survive.
Pain Killer: “It's a cakewalk.” That's what Admiral Greyling tells Will when she sends him on a solo mission not unlike the one he'd recently been on. Yet another crazed despot needs to be assassinated so that his people can be—enslaved by some other crazed despot. Wil goes in with only his brains and instincts to keep him alive.
There Shall Be Great Rejoicing: This story, also set on Bankaywan, tells the tale of Sta Hyt Mai's rise to fame and glory as the Champion of Bankaywan. How did Mai rise from her humble beginnings to become the most respected and fame filled woman on her planet?
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Tuesday, July 04, 2017
Kyle Scott is learning how to be a single parent. His wife died a few months ago, after a year long struggle with cancer. He tried burying himself in work, but his boss (and friend) Web has told him to take a vacation because he's worried about Kyle's health. Sent home early, he's there when his children get home from school.
Kyle's older daughter, Cindy, got home from high school. She was a freshman and hating it. Squinting, she tried to focus on her father.
"Hey, baby. Where are your glasses?" Kyle asked her.
"Don't know. I think I broke them."
"You think you did or you did?"
"Dad, they're just glasses! Sheesh!"
"Honey, you need them to see. Your vision's like mine. Not worth sh...."
"Mr. Scott. Little ears," Carmelita said sternly.
"Um... Not worth sharing with my children," he amended with a sly wink. "You're going to give yourself eyestrain and headaches."
"I don't care. Why couldn't I get Mom's eyes instead?"
"Cause Mommy needed them, Cindy."
"Hush, munchkin. It's called genetics. You'll understand when you're older."
"Mindy, let's you and me go find Slycarp the cat, huh?" Carmelita suggested.
"Okay, Lita." She hopped off the stool, hugged her father's knees and followed Carmelita to the backyard.
"You need to wear the glasses, Cindy. That's not optional."
"I don't need to hear this from you today, Kyle. It's been a long day."
"What's this Kyle crap? I'm your father, not your friend."
"Obviously!" She grabbed some cookies off the tray, pirouetting around the kitchen on half point.
"When's the last day of school?"
"Tomorrow. Can't you keep anything straight?"
"I know when your birthday is. I know to the minute when you were born because my life changed the moment you popped out." He tried to smile, but the memory was almost too much for him.
"For the worse, I'm sure. We're all so—inconvenient."
"Is that what you really think, honey?" His blue eyes filled with tears.
"We're a pain in the ass. I know. You fuss and gripe at us all the time. We're too noisy, bugging you when you're on the phone, or trying to work. You can't go out or do anything because you don't trust me to babysit my own siblings."
"That's not it at all. I love you kids. I bust my ass to keep a roof over your heads and food on the table. I don't go out so I can spend a little bit of time with my children. And I do trust you
with them. I just didn't think you needed that responsibility right now."
"Oh, Daddy! You're such a big goof!" She hugged her father, kissing his cheek. "Mom would want you to go out, find someone new, not sit here glued to the couch watching reruns of her favorite shows on the DVR after we go to bed."
"How—how did you know?"
"I come downstairs for a drink of water or something. I see you. You have to let go, Dad. It's not healthy. And you work too hard. Carmelita would stay here full time if you needed. You know that, but you never ask her. She could use the extra money and it would help her out to get rid of that crappy apartment. You know they raised the rent again?"
"You're kidding. It's not worth what she pays now."
"I know, right? We've got the mother-in-law apartment off the lanai. She could live there."
"You think she'd do it?"
"I know she would. Just ask her."
"I will. I promise."
© 2016 Dellani Oakes
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