Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Sexy Without the Sex - Evening Rose

Rose Wentworth is a young woman who lives with her great-grandmother as her caregiver. As they are the only family that the other has, Rose feels obligated to help Grammy as she slips into the throes of dementia. It's not easy, as Grammy can be very demanding. However, a chance meeting with JD Stone proves to be just want both Rose and Grammy need.

"Hello?" Rose sounded breathless.
"Hiya. You sound like you've been running," JD said.
She giggled. He could picture her tossing her head, flaming hair swirling around her face.
"I feel like I have been. We've been interviewing caregivers all day. I'm exhausted."
"Found anyone yet?"
"No. I thought I had a couple, but Grammy hated them on sight. That's been the major drawback. She doesn't want anyone around but me."
"I have a couple more names for you. Talk to them, introduce them to Grammy and see what she thinks. They're the folks who cared for my dad. I think she'll like them."
"Sure. I'd like that."
He gave her their names and numbers.
"They're expecting a call. I already talked to them."
She chuckled. "Do I hear ulterior motive in your voice?"
"Only the chance to spend more time with you, Rose. Quality time...."
"I'd like that, JD I'm anxious to find out your real name." She let the suggestion hang in the air.
"And I'm anxious to tell you."
"Motivation," she whispered huskily. "Red hot, heart stopping, pounding, sweating—motivation."
"Jesus!" His body reacted to her words, tone and suggestion in a predictable and annoying way.
"Does it make you hot? Thinking about me? Does it?"
"You're gonna make me spill my coffee, Rose." It was difficult to breathe and harder to speak.
"Coffee's the least of your worries, JD. I bet I can make you cum in your pants."
"Please don't. I'm at the office." He tried to laugh, but was worried she was serious.
"You don't think I can?"
"I firmly believe you can. Very firmly...."
Rose giggled again and the sound danced around in his head.
"Are you sure?"
She sighed heavily, her voice ending in a squeak, catching on a high note. She sighed again and moaned. She continued for several seconds.
JD knew he should hang up, but his mind and body were at war with one another. He wanted her and she knew it. Obviously, she wanted him too and was determined to make him totally crazy as expeditiously as possible.
"Am I...." his voice came out an octave higher than usual. Clearing this throat, he tried again. "Am I going to get to see you this evening?"
"I certainly hope so." She layered the comment with suggestiveness.
"I'll come around six. Over," he added quickly. "Come over around six."
Rose laughed, trying to smother the sound.
"Want me to bring dinner again?"
"I'm actually cooking tonight. The Colonel sat with Grammy while I went to the store. I'm fixing roast and mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, fresh bread...."
"You bake bread?"
"I do. It's light, fluffy, delicious." She extended each word, making it sound sensual.
"Kind of like you, then?"
"Exactly like me."
"You're killing me. You know that, right?"
"Mm hmmm...."
She sounded so happy about it, he had to laugh.
"I'll bring wine."
"Planning to get me drunk so you can take advantage?"
"Only when we're alone—completely, totally, unequivocally alone. Which reminds me, make those calls. Interview, introduce and all those other 'I' words."
Rose's laughter made his heart sing. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, except for the sounds she would make when they made love. He couldn't express how much he was looking forward to hearing them—and not over the phone.

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

Monday, February 22, 2016

Tirgearr Birthday Celebration 2016!

TODAY on Red River Radio!

To listen to us live, or catch the podcast after the show, click here.

Every year, Dellani and Christina help Tirgearr Publishing celebrate their birthday. This year, we've got got a great lineup up with KemberleeShortland, publisher and author of Murder in Mornington, Irish Pride Series, Rhythm of My Heart and many more.
We are also joined by Sue Coletta, author of Marred.
M.Pepper Langlinais, author of The Fall and Rise of Peter Stoller.
And Tegon Maus, author of The Eve Project Series, Bob and My Grandfather's Pants, among others.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Sexy Without the Sex - Ryder Bradley

Ryder Bradley is a DJ for weddings receptions, parties, the occasional Bat Mitzvah. Single and not loving it, he never uses his job to enhance his love life, until he meets Cerise Lafayette. She makes his head spin like a record. Unable to stop himself, he asks her out and is delighted when she says yes.

Lunch was fantastic. Not only was the food good, best damn fish and chips in town, but the company was amazing. Cerise was the best conversationalist I've ever met. She kept up with my, sometimes abrupt, subject changes, asked questions and answered mine with skill. Her wide range of interests meshed with mine as well. I could feel myself falling in total, fully immersed like with her. I can't say love, I've known the woman less than a day. The lust component was there too. That's a given when there's a pretty woman, with a knockout figure involved. The fact she had a quick mind and a great sense of humor added to the like and lust to a great degree. In short, the perfect woman for me.
We headed back to her place at 2:00 so she could get ready for tea with She-Beast at 3:00. I walked her up to her door, desperately wanting to kiss her, but wasn't entirely sure she'd go for that. Instead, I stood close to the bottom step. She hovered on the next one up, smiling at me. Her dark eyes held secrets, all of which I wanted to unlock. She smiled, shifting slightly, and I knew she wanted the kiss I so desperately wanted to give her. Tipping forward ever so slightly, I put my hands on her waist, circling it, pulling her to me. We were of a height with her on the stair, putting her mouth even with mine. Smiling, I eased nearer, letting her close the gap. She did so with a half-step more. With a slight tilt of my head, I brushed her lips with mine. She tasted like hard cider and soft woman.
Opening her lips a fraction, she swept her tongue across my lower lip. I took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, which I did—ever so softly, probing her mouth with quick flickers of my tongue. God, she tasted amazing! I couldn't get enough of her. She seemed to feel the same way, because her arms locked around my neck and she pressed her gorgeous body to mine. She didn't seem distressed, or the least bit surprised, the find she'd unlocked the He-Beast in my pants. Not that I was going to ravage the girl on her front steps. But he'd popped up to say howdy and she didn't seem to mind, leaving me hopeful that at some point, we'd be ravaging one another.
Something buzzed in my pants. Knowing it wasn't my dick, I tried to ignore it. It stopped after a few moments, then it started again and I realized it was my phone. Frustrated, I disengaged from the most luscious lips I've ever tasted, and dug into my pocket. This time, whoever it was must have left a message. I didn't see the number, but the little message icon popped up. I swept the phone to see who had called. Taking another step back, happy dance over, I stared at the phone in disbelief.
What's wrong, Ryder? You look sick.” Cerise's hand pressed against my brow.
Nothing. It's okay. Sorry.” I forced a smile. “I'd better let you get ready for tea.”
She grabbed my hand before I could duck and run. “Thank you for lunch. I had a great time—and I enjoyed the kisses. I hope we can do that again... soon.”
I'd like that,” I said. Taking a deep breath. “I'd like that a lot.”

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Sexy Without the Sex - Driving Blind

Zenobia Vlachos works as a computer tech at a big electronics store in Daytona. She meets Ax Kazan, a police officer, when he pulls her over in traffic. There is an immediate connection between them, but Zenobia isn't about to rush to bed with him. Ax makes the excuse that he needs computer work done, to see her at work, and takes her to lunch.

After eating, Zenobia still had some time before going back to work. They took a short walk around the plaza before dropping by his car. It wasn't so much that Ax wanted to put his computer away, though that was his excuse. He really wanted to get her somewhere more private so he could kiss her.
Keeping his distance with most of his body, he brushed her ear and neck with his nose and lips. His lips tingled, wanting to kiss her, but this was an exercise in control for him—and a way to make himself irresistible.
Ax's hot breath on her skin made Zenobia shiver with desire. Her nipples stiffened and she felt uncomfortably warm in places she shouldn't be thinking about in public. Ax continued his seductive journey and she continued to shiver delightfully.
I—uuuhh..... I put—um—oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Ax laughed. “Now, now, such language from a lady,” he whispered.
You bastard, you're doing that on purpose.”
Uh huh.” He tilted his head, concentrating on the nape of her neck. He breathed on her again, his mouth less than an inch from her skin.
Oh, God,” she squeaked softly. She felt a gush of moisture in her panties.
Eyes closed, she waited for him to continue. His prominent nose tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. His hot breath puffed across her skin like a warm, sultry breeze.
How could he be making her so hot without even touching her? Zenobia didn't understand it. Usually, men couldn't keep their hands off her and tried every way they could to excite her. Ax had her ready to cum and he'd done it with his breath. She pressed her lips together to rid them of the tingling his erotic ministrations had prompted. She had to distract him, or she'd embarrass herself by dragging him into the comfortable back seat of his Impala.
Over seven hundred items showed up on your computer,” she whispered at him.
It took Ax a moment to put the words together. He heard her, but he certainly wasn't listening. “What does that mean?”
It means quit cruising porn sites.”
Ax chuckled, his breath caressing her throat in little puffs. “Well, now that I've got you, I will.”
Eyes narrowed as she turned to face him. “What's that supposed to mean?”
That means,” he murmured seductively, his voice dropping an octave, “that I don't need porn when I can think about you.”
The blood rushed to her face and her jaw dropped. “Oh, my God!” she said in a shocked whisper.
Is it so hard to conceive?” he murmured against her neck, fingertips lightly touching her.
No man ever said he was going to—do that—by thinking of me.”
Why are you any less exciting than a porn star? You're beautiful, Zenobia. You have great curves in all the right places. You should be flattered.”
Zenobia pressed her lips together, considering what he said. “Strangely, I am,” she admitted with a grin. “You would really—thinking about me?”
Ax leaned closer, his mouth right by her ear. “What makes you think I haven't already?”

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Dellani's Tea Time Monday February 8, 2016 with Sue, Jake and Terra

Monday, February 8, Dellani and Christina welcome back Sue Senden, author of Clara's Wish, Lethal Boundaries and Images of America series.

Also appearing, two new voices: Jake Combs author of Haunted by Shadows and Terra James author of Immortal: The Soulmate, Immortal: The Chosen, Chaotic Evolucion: Inception, Speaking Emotions.

Welcome to these three wonderful authors! Save the date and tune in for Dellani's Tea Time. All shows are at 4 PM Eastern time (3 CST, 2 MST, 1 PST)

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

I Love Dialogue - Room 103 Excerpt 2

The night of the big party at the college, Marice decides not to take her weapon and badge with her. She doesn't feel that the room is secure enough, nor is her car. Instead, she asks the motel owner to keep them in his safe, which he kindly does. They keep missing one another when she tries to get it back, so she and Kris go the next evening to get them, only to find that the motel owner has shot and killed someone—with Marice's gun. It seems to be self-defense, but she's still got some explaining to do with Alvin, her boss.

We finished talking to the police and were allowed to go. I was given my badge, but they had to keep my weapon for ballistics checks and evidence. Now came the really fun part. I had to call my boss and tell him that my weapon had been involved in a homicide—possibly a double one, if Jaret didn't make it.
I have to say that Alvin took the news fairly well. That is to say, he didn't fire me on the spot, but he did a lot of yelling.
"I've got a fugitive on the loose, doing Christ knows what, and your weapon is in police custody because your friend shot someone with it?"
"Not my friend, the owner of the motel."
"I don't care! It's too much to ask that my life be simpler. I swear to God, you're going to put me in the grave, Houston. You and your cowboy compatriots. I got them all running off in different directions looking for this Scrivener fella who got away from a team from Mississippi. My balls are boiling in the hottest of hot water, cause it happened in my jurisdiction! I'm an inch away from canceling your leave and making you come back and look. But you witnessed a crime—a fucking murder—! Hell, girl, don't get yourself shot or something. I've got enough shit on my plate."
"I'll do my best. Call me in if you need me."
"I'll do that. Leave your phone on." He paused. "What's this I hear about you taking down some asshole at the football game? You didn't have enough excitement today?"
"That was nothing. And this wouldn't have been a big deal, either...."
"If your weapon hadn't been there...."
"Then we might have two dead men. I know this is FUBAR, but the kid is barely hanging on and looks like the old man shot him." I exaggerated. I had no idea what Jaret's condition was.
"Do you know the name of the corpse?"
"No, sir."
"Well, I do. It just hit the wire. You familiar with Orson Roberts?"
I inhaled sharply and my hand started to shake. "I've heard the name." Yes, just a couple nights ago in this very spot. "Some sort of shady businessman."
"I'll give you shady! Man's the best friend of the Governor of Missouri! You've gotten yourself in all kinds of hot water, too, Houston."
"Well, we'll just turn on the Jacuzzi and have ourselves a party, sir."
He burst out laughing. "Oh, go fuck a tree, Houston."
"Can I fuck my boyfriend instead?"
He hesitated, snorting. "When did you get one of those?"
"This weekend. Hooked up with an old friend."
"Well, for fuck sake, try not to get the man shot!"
"That's my goal, sir."
"Go away, Houston. I have work to do."
"Yes, sir."
"And keep your head down," he said before hanging up.

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 62

Sam gets cut in the fight with Hempe. A nurse in the lock down wing stitches him up, thanking Sam for taking the monster out. He shows Sam a...