Saturday, July 11, 2020

Books & Entertainment Radio Presents Dellani's Tea Time with Jenny, Jon and Karen!

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It's summer time and folks are flocking to the beach, the mountains, and anywhere else they can go (at least in their minds—there's a pandemic). Books are a great way to carry you away on your stay-cation. My guests today range from fascinating autobiographies, to out of this world fantasy, to murder most foul. Join us Monday, July 13 from 4-6 PM Eastern when we chat with three incredible authors!

JS Burke

J. S. Burke is the creator of the award-winning Dragon Dreamer series: Science Fantasy Adventure with flying dragons and an undersea world. Burke has worked as an author, artist, and marine biologist, studying creatures of the dark abyss and diving on coral reefs. The author lives in Georgia with family and rescue pets. Burke loves chocolate and so do the dragons!
The Dragon Dreamer series grew from years at sea, a fascination with the alien, intelligent octopuses, and a love of dragons. These stories blend imagination with real science and author experiences. The deadly sea storm that threatens Arak, a young dragon, is one Burke survived. This series of young adult books is for age 9 and older. "Fantasy Snowflakes Coloring Book" has original, hand-drawn snowflake mandalas inspired by the Dragon Dreamer series. J.S. Burke is the author of The Dragon Dreamer and Dragon Lightning and Fantasy Snowflakes Coloring Book.

jon magee

Jon Magee was born in 1951 at RAF Cosford, in Shropshire, England into a nomadic family. His father served in the British Royal Air Force as a Medical Secretary, and so did he for 10 years as an Electronic Technician working on Aircraft communications. Consequently, by the time he reached the age of 30 he had never lived anywhere more than 3 years maximum, and was in 14 schools by the time he had completed his secondary education.
The result is that he has lived through many of the milestones of late 20th Century history: in the 1950's he was in Singapore during the Chinese riots, 1960/62 was in Germany at the height of the cold war, 1966/67 was in Aden (Yemen)as a teenager in the midst of the conflict and terrorism of the time and the British evacuation. As an adult, Jon Magee arrived in Malta as the Maltese Prime Minister decided he did not like the British, and then he went to Cyprus with his new wife, Joan, 1973 - 1975, in time for the Military coup and Turkish invasions of 1974.
He is married to Joan and have 3 daughters, 2 sons, and 5 grandchildren, and now serves as Baptist minister in Scotland, as well as serving as a Chaplain in various schools and industrial establishments.
As an author, his writings reflect that nomadic early life, and brings out the realism of what it is like to live at the heart of the conflicts in the world in a way that is only possible having personal experience of the situations. In addition to writing for magazines and local newspapers, Jon is the author of "From Barren Rocks ... to Living Stones" and "Paradise Island, Heavenly Journey".

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Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough, Ontario with her husband Jim. Karen started her literary journey in 2005 when she was home on sick leave and was tired of starting at the four walls or twiddling her thumbs. An idea for what would become Dead on Arrival popped in to her head and the feisty 30 something character Laura wouldn't leave her alone til her story was written. Laura took a break from pestering the poor author, so she could write a free-standing novel Dead Comic Standing. Soon Laura was on the campaign to get Karen back to what would become the Laura and Gerry series. It now has 7 books, the latest being Dead to Writes. Karen is the proud mom of one, step-mom of 4 grown kids, and 2 grandchildren. While not writing her fingers to the bone she hosts Writers Round Table the second Tuesday of each month. She is also a partner with Viv Drewa in Owl & Pussycat Promotions, promoting independent authors. Karen is a standup comedian who does her routine for local talent nights and loves reading, crafts and drawing.
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Thursday, July 09, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 5

The doctor finally calms down, realizing that Rosalee is right about Sam.

"She's only seventeen, Sam. Her parents have to make that decision."

"She's eighteen. Her birthday was earlier this month. Guess how she celebrated." He stared at each adult in turn. "She got drunk and stoned and ended up here, after trying to kill herself. Remember?"

Doctor Rivers did remember. He had almost put her in a program then, but her parents objected.

He examined the man-child in front of him. Sam was about six feet tall, too thin, but muscular. His brown hair was long and sleek with bushy sideburns and scruffy beard. His pale blue eyes held pain and the wisdom of ages. He was fragile, but there was a core of steel inside that forced him to stand straight and meet the doctor's scrutiny with incredible dignity.

"Okay. I'll start the paperwork."

When he walked out, Sam sighed with relief, almost collapsing on in on himself.

"Life is not always about a fight, Sam," Rosalee said quietly.

Sam didn't look at Rosalee, just stared at the closed door. "Mine is." He walked to the waiting room.

Rosalee followed him. "Would you like to go with her?"

"Go where?"

"For treatment. We can arrange it. Do you want to go?"

"I can't pay."

"The state will pay, since you're in foster care."

His face brightened. "Can I really go?"

"You will have to follow the rules. Not cause trouble."

"I don't cause trouble, Rosalee. Trouble kind of finds me. She needs this."

"You need it just as much."

"Yes."

"And you need Emma."

Sam shuffled, hands deep in the back pockets of his tattered, dirty jeans. Faded hoodie over a baggy T-shirt couldn't hide the fact that he was too thin.

"Maybe."

"I see it in everything you do. And I suspect she needs you, too."

"Emma needs a keeper," he confessed.

"And it was you she called."

"It always is. Ever since she was ten and her dad—after he started in on her.... It's always been me she turned to."

"Eight years? That child's endured eight years of this, and no one did anything?"

"Her dad has unimpeachable credentials, according to the judge. A pillar of society."

Rosalee said nothing, waiting for the next revelation.

"He's a f**king preacher. Aren't they supposed to be above reproach?"

"Oh, my dear Lord," Rosalee gasped.

"She needs to get away—from this town, from him, from her mother—that woman is so afraid someone will find out, she lies about it. She closes her eyes to what he's done, so it won't cause a scandal." His blue eyes flashed in anger. "If I could, I'd take Emma far away, and never come back."

"Maybe one day you will."

"She needs to get away before something else goes wrong. I worry about her getting something awful from all this...." He gestured vaguely. "I keep hoping her old man will catch something. Explain an STD to your congregation." He made a rude noise.

"You asked if she was pregnant again?"

"Three times so far. She's had abortions. Either from the parties, or her old man. I don't know."

"Not yours?"

"I'm careful."

"Condoms aren't infallible."

"I know—I'm careful."

©2020 Dellani Oakes

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Tuesday, July 07, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 4

The doctor accuses Sam of giving Emma drugs, but Rosalee sticks up for him.

"Is she pregnant again?" Sam asked.

"Not as far as I can tell. It's always possible, given the circumstances. She'll need a follow up in a few weeks. I want you to make an appointment with the women's clinic."

Sam gave him a steady, calm look, making the doctor squirm. "She won't go. You already know that."

"I have to say it, kid."

"Don't call me a kid—ever." It was his turn to advance on the doctor. "Don't patronize me. You know nothing about me except what you think you see. You assume a hell of a lot, Doc. I'm dirty and I stink, cause I've been chasing Emma for two days as she party hopped. She called me from this one—finally—in the one lucid moment she had before some guy drugged her up. She cried for help like she always does. So I went for her, like I always do. I find her, bring her here and listen to one of you successful, established, pampered, opinionated twats explain to me how it's my fault!

"Well, it's not my fault! It's Emma's fault! And I'm here, like always, picking up the pieces of her life. So don't give me anymore shit, Doc! About me drugging her, raping her or anything else you want to throw my way. Cause I'll throw that shit right back at you." He looked almost ready to hit the doctor, his body erect, rigid, furious.

Attracted by the noise, an orderly put his head in the room. He was huge, about 6'3" and 200 pounds of solid muscle. He gave Sam a look, then glanced at the doctor. Although much smaller, Sam was certainly threatening.

"Everything okay, Doc?"

"It's fine, Chet."

"Want me to stay?"

"You think he needs protection from the skinny crack head? Is that it? You don't scare me, Chet. I've taken out guys bigger than you. Bring it." He took a defensive stance.

"Enough!" Rosalee inserted herself between them. "No one is bringing anything. Clifton, apologize."

"What? Me?"

"You. He's straight up. You're talking all kinds of shit. Look at him," she demanded. "At him, beneath the exterior. What do you see?"

The doctor shrugged, crossing his arms as he stroked his chin.

"I'll tell you what I see," Rosalee continued. "A frightened child, who has grown up far too quickly. A man in a boy's body, taking care of a girl who doesn't have any self-worth. If you see anything different, you can go."

The doctor and orderly exchanged a look. One glance at Sammy told them he'd take both of them down, or die fighting. Rosalee was right. In all the years he'd know her, Clifton Rivers had never seen Rosalee Spenser wrong. He relaxed, asking Chet to step out. Reluctantly, the orderly left the room.

"I'll be right here if you need me."

Sammy visibly relaxed when Chet left.

"I'm sorry, ki... Sam." The doctor said quietly. "I made an assumption."

"Everyone always does," the young man replied with a sigh. "So, what about Emma?"

"I think she'd better stay with us a couple of days. She's dehydrated, and God knows what's in her system."

"Can you Baker Act her?" The boy clearly knew how the system was supposed to work.

"You think she's...."

"A danger to herself?" Sam finished for him. "How many times in the last month have we been here?"

"I haven't seen you every time. I'm not sure."

"Four, in thirty days. She has a problem. She needs treatment. Please. She needs out of that environment—now, today."

©2020 Dellani Oakes

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Thursday, July 02, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 3


Sam meets Rosalee at the hospital. She's a new social worker, who sits down to talk to him about himself and Emma.

"Are you staying with them right now?"
He shook his head. "Current foster family is very anal. They say I shouldn't rely on the kindness of strangers. Although they are more or less strangers. I've known Grant's family most of my life."
"Do Grant's parents know about Emma's dad?"
"Emma begged us not to tell them. Grant's mom suspects and talked to her, but Emma denied it."
"You know I must report this?"
"I want you to! They'll listen to you! It has to stop or she's never going to quit. One night, I won't get there in time, she'll die and I'll never forgive myself."
Sammy broke down. The thin strands holding him together, shattered. Sobs shook his body, making him weak. Rosalee took him in her arms as he cried. She smelled like flowers and springtime. Other people came in to check on them, but she waved them away.
"It's alright," she answered them all. "He must get out the bad, to make room for the good. You cry all you want, angel. You get those tears out."
Sam sniffed and snorted. Rosalee placed tissues in his hands.
"Men aren't supposed to cry," he gulped.
"Says who? Men have tear ducts, don't they? They feel pain and sorrow, right? If God didn't want you to cry, would he provide you the equipment? Do you think just because you have testicles, it precludes emotional outbursts?"
He laughed despite himself. "When you put it that way...."
"See? You let some good in. The more bad you lose, the more good you gain."
The doors leading to the waiting room from the examination cubicles popped open. Dr. Rivers stood there with a frown . He jerked his head at Sam, motioning angrily for him to follow. Slowly, the boy rose, terrified by the doctor's expression. One frightened glance at Rosalee convinced her to follow. Dr. Rivers barred her way.
"I want to talk to him alone."
"I don't think so. You brought me into this. I'm here for the duration. I am his advocate now."
Angry, but knowing she was right, he allowed her to follow. They walked to an empty treatment room. Dr. Rivers all but slammed the door after them, whirling on Sam.
"I want to know what you gave her!"
"What? Me? Nothing! She was like that when I found her!"
"She said you gave it to her," the doctor continued, getting up in his face.
"What?"
Sammy's knees gave out. Rosalee helped him sit before he fell down.
"I asked her who gave her the drugs. She said, Sammy."
"Hardly damming, Clifton. She's not in her right mind."
"Keep out of this, Rosa."
"I won't!" Her dark eyes flashed angrily. "He brought her here, didn't he? Would he do that if he'd drugged her?"
"He might if he wanted to keep out of trouble."
"I'm always in trouble," Sam answered bitterly. "I've never given Emma drugs. We both use, I don't deny that. But I never, not ever—not that shit."
"What shit?" The doctor advanced again.
"The date rape shit. That's what you mean, right? The cocktail that makes her helpless while a guy f**ks her. Why would I use it? I can tap Emma anytime I want!" He jumped up, angry now, belligerent. That he spoke the truth wasn't lost on either of them.
"Did you tonight?"
"No, sir."
"So, if I screen you, I'm not gonna find your sperm?"
"Jesus! No! God!" He recoiled from the doctor in disgust.
"She had multiple sex partners, Sam." The doctor explained quietly. "We've treated her, done blood tests, taken evidence...."
©2020 Dellani Oakes



Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 2

Sam picks up Emma at yet another party, and she's a mess. By long habit, he takes her to the hospital emergency room, where me meets a woman named Rosalee.

"Hello, Sam. And the girl?" She gestured gracefully toward the back. "Your sister?"

"Girlfriend—friend—we aren't dating, not right now—well—it's complicated." He muttered before sipping his drink.

"So I gather." She smiled pleasantly.

"It's complicated," he mumbled again, wishing it weren't. Wishing he knew how to fix it and make all the bad things in Emma's life go away.

"Tell me about complicated. What makes it so?"

Sammy exhaled slowly, thinking about it. What made it complicated? Emma. He and Em together. Her father, his parents—everything.

"I dunno, exactly."

"Let's uncomplicate it. If you had to pick one thing," to Sammy it sounded like ting and he smiled, "to change between you, what would it be?"

"The drugs," he decided quickly. "I'd get rid of the drugs."

"Are they the problem or the symptom? Would getting rid of the drugs really uncomplicate things?"

"It would help. There are reasons for the drugs. Emma uses them to escape."

"Escape what?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you." He took a sip, looking away evasively.

"Honey lamb, I'm a social worker here. Dr. Rivers wanted me to speak to you."

"Why have I never seen you before?"

"I have never been here before. I'm new—this is my first week. So humor me—and make me look good to the boss-man."

She patted his hand, her fingers warm and comforting. He looked at their hands. Hers was long fingered, broad palmed, dark, with bright red nails. His looked fragile, grubby and pale in comparison. He wondered how she could stand to touch him. Then he realized she really didn't mind. Even wet and dirty, three days growth of scrubby beard with splatters of mud and vomit on his shoes, smelling like week old socks, she didn't care. His fingers squeezed hers appreciatively.

"Her old man abuses her."

"Sexually?"

"Yeah."

"And have you told anyone?"

"A lot." Sam got defensive. "The state pulls her out, they go to court, her folks deny it, and the state sends her back."

"And you do what?"

"Report him again. Only they're tired of hearing from me. I'm a kid. What do I know? I've only seen him come on to her. Then I beat the hell outta him for it."

"And?"

"Then the cock sucker presses charges. Juvie record." He held out his arm to demonstrate the length. "Only I'm seventeen now. Next time, I get tried as an adult. Judge already told me."

"Her mother knows?"

"Yeah. She knows."

"And does nothing?"

His shrug was more eloquent than any words. They sat silently a few moments.

"And your parents?"

He scoffed. "Try to find them. I gave up. Mom's a drunk, Dad's a crack head. He's also a dealer, so he's in and out of jail. A crack dealer should never use, it makes him stupid. I haven't seen either of them in about two years."

"So, where do you live?" Rosalee showed her deep concern.

"Foster families, if I'm not in jail." He was very matter-of-fact about his record. "Sometimes I stay with friends. They don't much like me, the foster families, that is. My buddy has folks who are pretty cool. They let me stay, sleep on the couch, don't ask a lot of questions. Enough to make sure I'm okay...." He wanted her to know they didn't ignore him. "His mom works at home. His dad works for the state. They're good people.

©2020 Dellani Oakes

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Monday, June 29, 2020

Where fallen angels battle Hell’s demons, find their lost souls ~ His Soul to Keep (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 1) by TW Knight


Where fallen angels battle Hell’s demons, find their lost souls, and discover love while hunting for a prophecy that holds the key to either their redemption or their destruction.

At twenty-eight, Cassidy Long is happy with her life. She has a job she loves, a great family, and a future open to possibilities. That all changes after she discovers she is the vessel for the immortal soul of an angel cast out of Heaven, and the only way to break the bond is by her death. Spirited away, Cassidy finds herself in the middle of an eternal war and falling for her angel.

Rail is captivated by Cassidy immediately, but fears it’s only the connection to his soul fueling his interest. He’s vowed to never fall in love, but fate has different plans. The more he fights his growing feelings, the deeper in love he falls. Cassidy not only holds his soul, but his heart. Now, he will fight Heaven and Hell to protect her.

Heaven abandoned them, but they did not abandon their calling. Once they were the Watchers, teachers, and mentors to human kind. Now soulless and exiled from Heaven, forced into an endless war, some will fall while others rise to find their destinies. They are the Dark Knights of Heaven. 

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Follow their inspiring story of faith and service ~ From Sea to Sea by Nelda Bedford Gaydou


From a three-week voyage of more than 7000 miles from New Orleans to Buenos Aires in 1964 through an eight-day, 3258-mile round-trip drive between Evanston, Illinois and Clovis, New Mexico in 2017, whether in their prime or in their nineties, the Bedfords have packed a lot into their life's journey. Follow their inspiring story of faith and service, set in fascinating times and places in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres. 

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Marice is back ~ Room 303 – A Marice Houston Mystery by Dellani Oakes

Marice is back. Like always, trouble seems to follow her around, especially when she gets around her friend, Todd. He's trying to move on, after the incident with Orson Roberts a year or so ago, but finding it hard. Fortunately, he's found a lady friend to help him, Emily. Unfortunately, she's got secrets, which catch up with her. When on their first date, Emily is shot, and Todd's up to his ears in freaky intrigue once more. With the help of Marice and friends, he's doing his best to muddle through and find out what went wrong in Room 303.

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Getting him back could be the last thing she ever does… ~ Chance - A Novel: Psychological Thriller (Sydney Jones Series Book 2) by Carolyn Bowen


They took her lover. Getting him back could be the last thing she ever does…

High-powered Atlanta attorney Sydney Jones never backs down from a case. So when her bodyguard and boyfriend is accused of murder, she’s determined to fight for him in court. Instead, the charges are suddenly dismissed, and he vanishes without a trace…

Suspecting CIA involvement, Sydney takes on a lawsuit with Chinese Black Society ties and finds a startling connection to her missing man. But as she digs deeper, she discovers that someone may kill to keep the secret.

Will this dangerous cat-and-mouse game reveal the truth or put a bullet in Sydney’s head?

Chance is the second book in the Sydney Jones psychological thriller trilogy. If you like fearless heroines, page-turning action, and shocking twists, then you’ll love Carolyn Bowen’s gripping story. 

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I can’t remember my name, where I come from ~ True Identity book 1 by Amanda Mackey


I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember my name, where I come from, or how I ended up in the hospital with a bullet wound to my chest. When I think back, searching for a memory, all I see is a big black hole of nothing.

But I recall her voice…the sweet, angelic sound that reached out to me through the coffin of black, pulling me back to the light.

I might not know anything about my past, my life, my identity—but the moment I opened my eyes and stared straight into hers, I knew I wanted her. I knew there was no way in hell I would let her go.

Now I need to piece back together the missing fragments of my life so I can figure out where she fits into it—or if she fits into it at all.

The only problem is if your past is buried beneath a shroud of darkness, you have no idea when it might come back to haunt you. 

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Thursday, June 25, 2020

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes - Part 1

Emma, Dangerous is a story I've wanted to share for a long time, but it deals with more adult themes and may not be appropriate reading for teens under 17. The main character, Emma Gallagher, is an 18 year old girl who has been the victim of parental sexual abuse. Though this is not the main gist of the story, it is certainly central to her character. There are NO GRAPHIC SCENES of this nature in the book. There is some strong language, but no explicit sexual scenes.

Emma, Dangerous by Dellani Oakes – Part 1

The Rob Zombie song slammed into his brain as his eyes tried to discern shapes through the drug induced haze. His head felt like it was full of molten lava threatening to erupt through his mouth any second. He was looking for something—no someone. That's why he came, stayed, overdid it—again.

Sammy stopped the slow, shuffling walk, leaning against the wall. Stumbling forward, he fell over downed bodies. He pawed at them before painfully levering himself upward. With a flash of recognition, he realized he had inadvertently found the person he sought.

"Emma." He nudged her, but she didn't respond. "Em?"

Fear gripped him as he searched for her pulse. It was slow but steady. She was only half dressed, the clothing on her lower body gone. The smell of sex lingered around her and he groaned.

"Not again, Emma. We can't go through this again, babe. When are you gonna admit, you've got a problem?" I've got a problem too, he thought. Maybe he said it out loud. He didn't know anymore.

Sam stood, his legs shaking, then bent over to pick her up. How many times had he done this? How many more times would he have to before she learned her lesson? Would one of them have to die for the other to get the idea that what they did was self-destructive and stupid?

"Come on, baby."

He lifted again, his feet slipping in something. He didn't have to look to know that it was vomit. Emma's breath smelled vile, and he knew it was hers.

"Come on," he said again as he more or less got her to her feet.

Her top was long enough to cover the fact that her lower half was bare. Making her as presentable as he could, not that anyone would notice or care, he half carried her to the door. When they hit the outside, it was raining. It was the cold, bone chilling rain of mid-winter. He used to love the rain, but too many mornings waking in the front yard in a thunderstorm had cured him. Or maybe it was the many nights leaving parties in weather like this, he reminded himself.

"Why do we do this, Emma? We swore we'd give it up." I did, you didn't. Like all her promises—broken.

Had she ever kept a single promise to him? That thought kept him going as he struggled down the steep incline of the driveway. His car was parked hurriedly, nose first in the ditch. He hadn't realized what a sharp angle he was at. The door wouldn't stay open. Getting her in the car would be difficult.

Sammy set Emma down on the wet ground. She was soaked already, a couple more minutes wouldn't make any difference. She giggled as the cold, wet ground embraced her. He backed his car into the road, leaving it running as he put her in the back seat. Driving carefully, he headed to the hospital. How often had he made this trip with her? So often that he didn't have to explain to the ER personnel anymore. They knew the drill.

He sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chair as the orderly wheeled Emma to the back on a gurney. Head on hands, propped on knees, he hunched over. Tears warmed his cheeks as he waited for the news. It was never quite as bad as he anticipated—he could hope the same held this time. Prayer didn't come easily to a boy like Sammy, but he tried for Emma's sake.

Someone came over and he smelled coffee and hot chocolate. A woman he didn't know sat beside him. She wasn't dressed in scrubs, but in a colorful, flowing dress. She wore a hospital name tag, but his tear filled, drug blurred eyes couldn't read it.

"You look like a man who needs," she didn't specify what.

Sam took in details slowly. She was tall, almost six feet. Her skin was a rich, coppery brown. Her black hair was in tight, intricate rows on her head. Beads of a dozen colors clicked and clattered around her elegant, high cheek-boned face. Her eyes were a luminescent, silver gray, her lips full. She could have been 40 – or 20 or 60. There was an agelessness about her. Her smile warmed him more than the cup she pressed into his hands.

"I'm Rosalee," she murmured. Her voice held the flavor of the islands, but Sammy couldn't place which one. "And you are?"

"Sam."

©2020 Dellani Oakes

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Books & Entertainment Radio Presents Dellani's Tea Time with Jenny, Jon and Karen!

It's summer time and folks are flocking to the beach, the mountains, and anywhere else they can go (at least in their minds—there'...