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Fantasy League Friday! a Brand New Feature!

I have lots of F’s going on today! It’s the Friday Fantasy for my Fellow Fathomers. Each Friday you will meet a new face of the Fantasy Leagues. Some will be the participants in the first-ever Fantasy Leagues games. Others will be the faces and stories behind the scenes. But, today, you meet Lola Fontaine, the beautiful, business-savvy brains behind one of the most successful dating clubs around. I think it’s best if she just introduces herself…take it away Lola!“I love the meet and greet until the spotlight is on me. I operate better in the one to one, or sometimes even two to one, setting better than when a crowd is cloying for information. I’m a very private person, but, you would be too if you had my walk-in closet of a past. My passion is helping others connect. As hard as my exterior is, it does my heart good to help someone make a true love connection. So, I started the Fantasy Leagues. I had a few other dating services before, but, this club really hit the ground running and hasn’t stopped yet. It’s amazing.You will get a better idea of the concept as these blog posts progress. I don’t think Davee likes to let all the cats out of the bag at once, but, she will be kind enough to offer you tidbits. Sit back, hold on, and get ready for an interactive dating experience like you’ve never seen before! Kisses!”Xxoo Lola

Saving Forever - Book 3 - Jasinda Wilder - My Review

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664948-saving-foreverhttp://www.jasindawilder.com/Saving Forever *****Snowflakes by Jasinda Wilder – Book Three in the Ever Trilogy- final installmentSpoiler Alert!  I enjoyed the way the series ended. Cade, Ever, and Cadence are a beautiful, happy family, and it worked for me. By now, you guys all know the entire cast of characters was written doomed with severe personality flaws…so, how are their actions so shocking?I gave this book 5 snowflakes even though I personally had some questions. The questions I have do not detract from the rating. I’m learning to separate emotion from fact when writing reviews, and it’s made the process more enjoyable. Jasinda’s writing continues to impress me. The varied verb uses and reaching into the Thesaurus for a creative spin on an old, routine favorite word is a craft of hers. I appreciate her for that. The storyline is believable. Yes, folks, it is. Cade suffered severe injuries in the wreck. He lost his child and his wife lie in a vegetative state, assumed never to awaken again. So, the twin sister steps up and steps in when he has no one else. Repeat, he has no one else.This family was doomed for this affair to happen due to circumstances beyond their control. Fate threw Cade and Eden together at the worst possible time, for the worst possible reason. No matter how shocking the pair carries on, I personally would think it odd if neither one made a pass at the other. Yup. That’s what I said.Eden nursed Cade and mourned her sister. Cade fell into a depression and missed his wife, his partner, the only person alive who loved him. Plus, these characters were drawn as flawed and highly co-dependent characters, I saw the writing on the wall. Eden had been troubled her entire life.  I never fully understood how and why their father just stepped off the face of the planet. All of a sudden, he was just gone. So, yea, if me as a reader felt confused and abandoned, of course what would Eden feel?When pregnant Eden disappeared, I wasn’t sure what would happen. That sequence made sense as she was just trying to run and not face the consequences. Of course she was freaked out about how Cade would react…not to mention the most important of all, Ever. She was pregnant with her twin sister’s husbands baby…folks, it doesn’t get much more angst-y than this.Eden threw herself into the cello and her workouts. However, as much and hard as she ran, I’m shocked she didn’t have a miscarriage. Of course, I don’t think it mattered to her. But, every time she took off in her shoes, I assumed there’s no way a child could gestate successfully inside her intensive body. But, the child persevered. Toward the end is where I got confused. The time frames seemed off. I couldn’t understand when Eden actually went into labor, it seemed like right after Christmas Eve. When Cade and Ever finally found her at home…it should have been freezing cold. And, it was, they wore coats, but, then, Eden’s six weeks checkup happened and later they were in the boat and eating outside like it was fall. I imagined Michigan in February to be much colder. So, I was thinking too much. Also, the adoption occurred really fast, almost unbelievably fast. But, again, that’s my brain working too hard and just not enjoying the story. So, it was a satisfying end to a severely dysfunctional group of young adults. Just remember folks, it is only fiction…unless you’re on Jerry Springer (and even that is questionable).

Tuesday Tales and a MOTHER of a Decision

"Danika Parker"Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and Happy Belated Mother's Day to all the beautiful mommies out there in cyberhood.  Our Tuesday Tales group is writing, appropriately, to the word prompt, "mother" this week. Once again, I'm pleased to return you to my new WIP, the Fantasy Leagues....Book One - Multiple Scorgasms. Our lovely Danika Parker is looking for love....but, does she really believe in it? Let's take a look:

"The notion of love fascinates me. The whole running through a field of flowers and my Prince Charming scooping me up into some all-encompassing hug and then we have a picnic under an old tree. We might even make love under that tree, but, we wouldn’t have to because love is not based upon the physical. Right?I honestly wouldn’t know, but, I possess a great charade as the girl next door. I swooned at all the latest hot guys of film because I can appreciate a beautifully crafted human being. I went to my high school prom and traditionally lost my virginity to my date…hmm, his name escapes me. It was more awkward hip hop than the quiet storm of smooth jazz. I remember how his hands felt calloused as they stop started across my body…he must have played sports. I was popular and accepted and became somewhat of a challenge guys were willing to accept. They never understood that I could actually be one of the guys, have best friends for guys, yet, never, ever have a boyfriend. I pulled a Julio Iglesias and told them I loved them all and it would be heartbreaking to make me choose between them. I had female friends and a busy academic life. I took college courses during my senior year. I was a member of a long list of clubs and organizations. I went to college on an academic scholarship and graduated with just a blemish under a 4.0. I began medical school and in my opinion, I’m the most successful twenty something I know. Up to now, I’ve been on a few dates, mostly double dates with mutual friends as we met up for happy hours or concerts. However, most of my friends have begun their careers and some even started families. I have my share of bridesmaid’s gowns that I will probably never wear again. But, it doesn’t make me sad. I’ve studied enough science to disregard the evidence behind pheromones and laws of chemical attraction.That’s what concerns me.The concept of love feels as foreign to me as breathing underwater without diving gear. It’s never happened. Although I don’t believe I’d die from love, I’m not ready to jump into my pool and take a deep breath either. Both ideas are preposterous. But, they are dangerously related to one another in my mind.I’ve never been in love and worry that maybe I’m missing that fuse. Following intensive human biology and chemistry courses, I know all about hormones, sexual responses, and attraction between two animals. We release oxytocin at the height of sexual passion and smaller amounts just in kind, caring everyday interactions. I know I have oxytocin flowing through my body, so, that’s not it. Love is not specifically possessed by the human race. Even animals feel love, loss, and mourning. Elephants will “bury” one of their own dead with leaves and grass. They will even visit the gravesite when only bones exist, just as we visit the cemetery. Birds are very jealous and bluebird males will “beat” a cheating mate with their wings and beaks. I could go on and on with examples from the expansive animal kingdom.But, what I’m really trying to get down to, my brass tacks, if you will, is my personal ability to give a real damn about another human…maybe even fall in love. I’m going to pull the childhood card here. Okay…okay…come back, don’t leave. I know it’s been there done that and made therapists around the world rich, but in theory, makes most people’s ass twitch. I’m not stifled or abused, matter of fact, I had a great childhood. I have two loving parents who watched me play chess, dragged me to soccer for a couple of seasons, and accepted it when I didn’t want to work in the family business right after college. Of course, I think going to medical school was the easy way out for me. That they could take.Yea, I just said medical school was the easy way out.

I guess I need to back up more. Well before I was the itch in my daddy’s pants, he was a contractor. He built solid homes, and had quite the reputation as a log cabin aficionado. He began designing and dabbled in architecture, but, his true love was working with the wood and nails.  Said it was better than any relationship he’d ever had with a female- enter my mother." Now, please visit our other Tuesday Tales writers for their contribution to "mother". Tuesday Tales Main Page

Slobber on my Keyboard?

Good afternoon!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia.  In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, physical and mental symptoms, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category. Today has been a struggle to stay awake, as a matter of fact I succumbed and awakened with my head on my keyboard and a severe crick in my neck. Thank goodness my computer locked and I didn’t have a hundred page document of repeated NNNNNNNNNs. I also did not have drool leaking from my mouth. Actually, the fatigue has been occurring for quite some time. With the advent of my health problems a few years ago, so came an increased need for sleep. Which was troubling because I was already “I need my eight hours or can’t function” kind of girl. Now, I routinely need nine hours of sleep, that’s on a good night. However, for the past ten days I’ve had a horrible cold that morphed into an upper respiratory infection…hello the need for ten or more hours of sleep each night. That doesn’t work into the schedule of a busy mom. I don’t know many folks this fits into the schedule of.However, it’s so tough…and I bet you can identify here. Imagine the alarm clock going off and you hear it, it even may sound in the distance somewhere, but, you know it’s happening. Then, you realize it’s the alarm and it’s physically painful to wake up. Seriously, like my brain absolutely refuses to acknowledge my body. So, I turn off the alarm practically still in a REM state and awaken ninety minutes later freaking out because I’m going to be at work until six in the evening again because I’m not there until nine in the morning. Sigh.If I could, I would go to bed at 8:30 pm every weeknight. The sun isn’t even fully down yet and the middle of the evening is still going on. But, I’m sneaking into my room and crawling under the covers, hoping my family doesn’t notice. If you want to suggest exercise during the day to help beat afternoon fatigue, I’m with you. I work out on a regular basis incorporating cardio, strength training, stretching, and yoga on a rotating schedule. This is a full out, inside out, I’m just plumb tuckered out.So, if you are fumbling through the dark trying to make sense of your autoimmune disease and you wonder why you are sleepy, it’s your body saying “hello, I’m fighting a battle in here again tomorrow, could you HCO?” (Help a Cell Out)You don’t see it, but, your cells press on, in rapid formation. Give your body the rest it needs, you won’t always need to go to sleep with the chickens, but, just accept it when you do.

Better Than a Cover Reveal! It's the Trademark Tattoo Reveal!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Today is an awesome Wednesday and I hope everything is going your way in May…(see how I made that rhyme?) Maybe my euphoria is a bit over the top but, I’m so happy to share with you my new trademark. It will be my new tattoo and I couldn’t be more ecstatic. Allee's Quick RenditionMy beautiful and talented 14 y/o daughter, Alexandrea, drew me a quick rendition of what I wanted. She captured my vision well and I was so ready to see it in color. A friend has some beautiful portrait tattoo work on his arms, and he referred me to his artist, Kayden DiGiovanni, of Dallas Tattoo. Kayden used Allee’s image and created a beautiful and lasting doppelgänger of what I think my writing means. Kayden's ArtworkI love flowers and you will find me rescuing bouquets of clearance flowers from the back of Kroger. These guys need a home and a little wilt is nothing. They are beautiful to me. Fresh flowers represent life, beauty, and the potential to make anything brighter. That’s what writing is to me. Even when the subject is tough…we find love from the ashes…or wilted flowers. So, enjoy the image. And I can’t wait for Friday when I get this permanently etched on my skin. I will show pictures!! 

Author/Publisher Jillian Dodd

Welcome to The Locker and a special feature. I had the awesome opportunity to attend and volunteer at the Houston Author Event, hosted by Emily Lalone, owner of Lalone Marketing. I met ten amazing authors and now I want to introduce them to you too. Today, meet the author Jillian Dodd. I purchased the first two books in her series, The Keatyn Chronicles, while there in Houston. I'm excited to start reading them. :) When you get a chance, check out her books. I think you will love them!



  I was very impressed to learn that this lady is not only a best-selling author, but, she now has her own publishing company as well!
Bandit Publishing

Jillian on Goodreads

Jillian's website

Tuesday Tales...No One is Guaranteed It'll Ever Be Free

Welcome Fellow Fathomers to Tuesday Tales. Our group will be writing to the word prompt "free" this week. Now, I've been giving snippets of Owen and Pearl's story in the TT, but, I can't do that anymore....because I have a contract on their story!!  Yay! Instead, I take you to a new series I've recently begun writing. I'm super excited about it and hope you will be too. For this excerpt, the owner and CEO of The Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, gives a little bit of her perspective...let's peek in.
"For our first group meeting with the new participants for this years’ fantasy football league, as usual, I went slightly over the top. Okay, I went completely over the top of the mountain. I always do, for every first meeting. But, I have my reasons. No matter that I have a signed and binding contract, it always makes me nervous that someone will drop. I will do everything in my power to keep that from happening. It really screws with my numbers to have odd numbers. It could actually debilitate the process with an unbalanced number of men and women. Unless, of course, the participants are into polyamory, which has surprisingly happened a few times. That sounds like a whole new area I should explore…damn shiny objects and butterflies- or make that hot group sex and violent wands-snicker snicker. Back to topic.Our presentation space contained a large meeting room complete with a small boxed-off raised platform I called our “stage”.  The comfortable meeting chairs sat in a close band in a semi-circle around the stage. Everyone had an unobstructed view in an intimate setting. They would all sit close enough to smell each other’s perfume, cologne, and maybe even mouthwash. They needed to get involved in each other from the jump. Get the pheromones flying.What rounded out my office building was the pride and joy of my outdoors. The wide open windows overlooked a small garden area containing a xeriscaped garden - one that eliminated the need for most watering. In clean, crisp contemporary fashion, cacti, native bluegrass, tall fescue, and other succulents weathered safely, without much active regard, in strategically positioned spots. I came out here often to reflect and, okay, maybe strategize, but, what brought me a paycheck also brought others a new and exciting life, so, it worked. Nothing was free, even happiness, it sometimes seemed. And, so, another spectacular season would be under way. Everyone would meet each other that day, do a little hobnobbing, take mental notes, and recall images for their spank bank later that night. It’s the first time for the representative to take over and make a winning impression. The representative? Yes, the invisible third person apparent in all new relationships. The representative is the one who never has bad breath, never farts in front of you, and always makes sure the other one satisfactorily climaxes during sex- and if not, closes the deal even after they’re satisfied. Hell, even the foreplay is better with the representative and the girl gives at least one blow job a week with the rep on the job. Maybe more importantly, the representative is a master at completely disguising everyone’s most unappealing traits during the all-important phase of early courtship. With all twenty-six representatives eagerly looking on, I took the small stage radiant in an all-white power suit. It hugged my curves in all the right places while remaining professional. To stop from sweating profusely, I even had Botox injections in my armpits. I probably wouldn’t qualify as your routine patient of hyperhidrosis, but, I pay my doctor enough money, he takes care of my needs in ways like that.  Strategically placed silver jewelry catches the light for dazzling, eye-popping reflections, like mini laser lights. For my opening speech, the spotlight is on me with dimmers over the audience. My opening must hook them, get them excited for this participation- this game of love. “Long ago, I decided my life can be passionately summed up in a simple tagline- if you remain an option you will never become a priority.” I allowed that to sink in and walked from one side of the stage to the other. “Let me say that again, if you remain an option, you will never become a priority.” I pointed one long manicured nailed finger slowly at no particular individual, drew my hand back and pointed again and again to prove my point. I scanned the audience with slow, well-timed precision. Then, I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m passionate about making others a priority, so, why shouldn’t I be one as well? That’s what you should be saying to yourself every day when you see your reflection in the mirror.”Are you intrigued by my new series? I hope so, this crisp, titillating new series will pair Fantasy Sports Leagues with an almost speed dating approach. Stay tuned for more snippets and more fun. As always, please visit our Tuesday Tales Main for more takes on the writing prompt, "free".

Thespian Wench Featured Author - Jennifer Simpkins!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to The Locker today we have Jennifer Simpkins and her new release Moving On...from this hot cover I can tell there's alot going on inside, so, strap in and get yourself ready to read a little more. :) Moving OnA NovellaBy Jennifer Simpkins
Blurb: Love hasn’t come easy to Hadley Jameson. With her daughter away at college, she’s decided to take time for herself and figure out what comes next. A cabin at Wildflower Creek seems like the perfect place to spend some time alone and gather her thoughts. But when she finds a strange man with sad eyes and a sexy grin in her cabin, her vacation plans change.
Being a firefighter, Ethan Crocker has seen some awful scenes play out, but none of his training could prepare him for when he’s called on to save someone close to home. When tragedy strikes, his life spirals out of control. After months of living in a fog, he’s determined to get his life back on track and be happy again. As luck would have it he finds a beautiful naked woman standing on the patio of his cabin rental, giving him the perfect distraction.
Excerpt:This wasn’t the first time Ethan Crocker had seen a beautiful women. Take that back, a beautiful semi-naked women. He just didn’t expect to find one standing on the patio of the cabin he was renting with her bikini bottoms off and working on her top. Her petite arms stretched around her back and untied the last stitch of clothing.It was one thing to see a woman briefly changing clothes, with all intention of putting something else on. This stranger outside seemed to enjoy being naked. After her top joined her bikini bottoms on one of the chairs, she tossed her head back, face towards the sky, with her arms spread out like a bird.A sharp ache throbbed in his chest. He’d known another lively, free spirited woman. And it felt as if, every time he thought about the loss in his life, the small dull ache hit him all over again.Was the woman he was staring at now, some kind of hippie? If so, that explained the whole being nude outside part. But besides her being stripped down and acting a little off with the “spreading her wings like a bird” thing, she didn’t look like a hippie to him. He didn’t quite know what he was dealing with yet.It was wrong to stand in the background and watch a woman when she thought she was alone. He felt as if he was intruding on a private moment. But for obvious reasons, like he hadn’t been with a woman longer than he cared to admit, and what he was staring at now was borderline erotic, he literally couldn’t look in any other direction. Because she was standing with her side to him, he could only make out her profile. That was enough for him to figure out her body was gorgeous. All that dark hair, that at the moment was in need of a brush, toned legs and arms, flat stomach, small, but perky breasts that would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Hell, even her small, perfectly shaped ears were turning him on.Shit. Legs suddenly feeling heavy, feet planted to the linoleum floor, Ethan couldn’t turn and retreat before the beautiful goddess glanced towards the sliding glass door. She had to have seen him. The doors were big and wide, hiding nothing. He also wasn’t trying very hard to be discreet.He watched as she hurriedly searched the patio before grabbing a large towel jumbled up on a table. She wrapped it around her body. It was then that her gaze landed on him again, but this time something resembling fire blazed there.Shit, shit, shit.“Who the hell are you?” the mystery goddess demanded after she slid the glass doors open. She stomped her way right up to him. “What are you doing in my cabin? And why were you gawking at me?”Her fierceness made him actually fall back a step. It was the first time he’d moved his feet since he’d caught sight of her outside. “Yours? I’m sorry, darling, but this is mine.” The next two weeks had been booked in his name months ago. Number nine. He’d made sure he got this specific cabin when he had made the reservation. “And I find it hard to believe you don’t already know the answer to that last question.”Her brown eyes with a hint of gold grew wide. “This place was booked for me a few days ago. I’ve been here since Monday night.”His attempt at flirting either went unnoticed, or she was just choosing to ignore him. That was okay. Her being pissed and wanting to get rid of him was for the best. He wasn’t at Wildflower Creek to get tangled up in a woman. He was there for…what? To find peace? Acceptance? To get his family off his back? Maybe he was just running. Not knowing why he was there only proved he needed to be there to figure it out.“It looks like we’re in a bit of a situation, now doesn’t it?” He held out his hand to her. “I’m Ethan, by the way.”With one hand gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she extended a hand out, but not to greet him. She snatched a spray can of sunblock off of the kitchen counter and held it up at face level with the nozzle aimed at him. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know if you’re telling me the truth about this cabin being booked for you too.” The finger she had placed on the trigger flinched. “But what I do know is that you’re a pervert. I suggest you get out before—”Ethan gave a smirk. “If I was a bad guy do you think a can of sunblock is going to save you?”“Do you really want to stick around to find out?” she shot back.
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Bio: Jennifer has always been an avid reader, but it wasn't until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights, until seven months later she had written her first novel.
She lives in a small, Tennessee town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.
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Author Carey Heywood!

Welcome to The Locker and a special feature. I had the awesome opportunity to attend and volunteer at the Houston Author Event, hosted by Emily Lalone, owner of Lalone Marketing. I met ten amazing authors and want to introduce them to you too. Meet New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Carey Heywood, with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie. You will also find her on Goodreads.  Check out her blogspot! Carey Heywood Blogspot

Tuesday Tales and Who's Flying Now?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to this weeks' Tuesday Tales. This week our group is writing to a word prompt "flying". I take you one last time to Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. I've submitted it for publishing consideration, so, if all goes well the next time you see anything about this story, it will be in a published book.:)

Leandra held up three fingers in a type of oath. “I promise, Caleb never said anything.” She sighed loudly. “Why do you think I asked? That stuff just blurts out, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have blurted. So, if you tell me, I won’t say anything else.”“Whoa, you’re nuts, Lea. Way too much flying out of your mouth and way too many questions.” Owen looked toward the ceiling. “At least I know Caleb didn’t say anything.”
“No, on my honor, pinkie swear. He didn’t say a word.”Owen glanced down to his watch. “It’s very early in the evening.”“Oh, yea, and I bet Pearl is coming back over or something, so, you’re just seeing how much time you have to spend with me. It’s the beginning of the end, I can see it now.”“No way, Lea. We are buddies, so, you pick it and we will do it.”“Are you certain you aren’t still mad at me?”“Of course I’m irritated, but, I’ll get over it. You’re like a sister to me.” Owen winced at the words. He quickly bowed his head in between his knees in a pose of resignation.“Pearl isn’t coming over?” Her lip stuck out just slightly.“Pearl has to work tonight, so it’s just you and me kid.” Owen brushed hair away from her eyes.“You really think I’m a sister? I mean I know you don’t mean for real…”“Okay, just stop. Once again, stop. Yea, you’re my friend, a close friend I want to choke sometimes, but, I’ll get over it. I’m going to warn you, if you had been a guy, I’d have decked you hard a few times by now. Straight in the face.” Owen’s tone became decidedly frustrated.“I’m just sad.”“What are you sad about?”Leandra grabbed a pillow and hugged it into her stomach. “Maybe not sad, it’s just hard. Everything is fine when we are in a group, but, now, we are starting to pair off and I’m literally the third wheel.”
“Why don’t you have a fella of your own? You’re a beautiful girl…and smart and funny.”
Now that you've read my take on "flying", please visit our main Tuesday Tales page for more interpretations.Tuesday Tales MAIN PAGE