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Book Review- Dating A Cougar- Donna McDonald

Book Review    ***1/2 Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker is another book review. I take time to read on occasion to hone my skills and connect with readers and other authors. I gave a mature romance a go this time. Dating a Cougar by Donna McDonald – the Never Too Late series
This 262 page read-in-a-day book is the first I’ve read by Donna McDonald. (More About Donna)When I saw this book listed as a free read, I decided to read Ms. McDonald’s bio and get a better understanding of who this author is. After I read her background as a technical writer and college instructor, encouraged by her potential writing skills, I downloaded the book and gave it a chance. Ms. McDonald’s succinct writing style did not disappoint me. I like descriptors, good scene/character development, and closing a scene. She did a very good job of each of those. I noticed several proofing errors and one possible error in chapter eighteen when I thought the characters awakened to Sunday, but, it was Saturday in the chapter. I did not flip back on my Kindle to see if I read the weekend scene wrong from the start. I did not feel the Hero, Casey, and his jealousy issue ever had a proper resolution. Our heroine, Alexa, being a former model and top business owner tends to carry herself well in any crowd, especially with the men. It caused an immense explosion that threatened to curtail their relationship development. So much so, I believed it was the end of them before it started. However, his jealousy melted away and I was not sure if it was because his feelings for her grew or maybe his confidence. I also wondered how Alexa’s daughter, Jenna, would handle her “it’s complicated” relationship status with Seth-Casey’s cousin. The book ended rather abruptly with no resolution to their storyline; however, it pleased me to see they will have their own book in the series to tie up those loose ends. Seth’s obsession with his cell phone is irritating and I’m surprised Casey didn’t pitch the thing out the window trying to prove a point with him. I hope that improves in “their” upcoming book.The book drew me in getting to know the characters. Of them all, I only found the character, “Lauren” almost exasperating and frigid. However, I notice a book in the series dedicated to her personal development and that gave me hope for her- I decided to give her a chance. One scene in the book, a get together with all the characters began warm and inviting. It became annoying and drawn out with pillow fights and the like. Don’t get me wrong, I think this scene showed pivotal development in merging the characters and demonstrating drawing Casey into the fold. But, it was too long to hold my attention for the duration. Ms. McDonald writes steamy interchanges between Casey and Alexa, so much so, I enjoyed the foreplay much better than the actual sex scenes. I felt the tension and the raw desire build. She captured their chemistry from their initial meeting and it only blossomed from there. It made me think of when I first met my husband and how we felt young again, that butterflies and healthy lust are not only for the younger crowd. I liked that mental perspective. Although explicit, the scenes do not depict erotica and are not graphic enough to embarrass a regular reader of sexually charged romances. All in all, Ms. McDonald writes a believable story about an older woman finding genuine love and an accurate description of her fear of what to do with it. I could feel the character’s frustrations, infatuations, and just how intensely the human condition can affect anyone-regardless of age. http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10783094-dating-a-cougar

Meet Gary Henry - Author and Reviewer!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to The Locker this first weekend of the 2012 holiday season. (Let’s face it, merchants begin putting out Christmas baubles the Tuesday after US Labor Day. I held on to mention it until at least after Halloween!)  I’m excited because today, I have fellow author and reviewer, Gary Henry taking over the ship. Gary's published releases include: What Happened to Jory -  Moon Poem-




and the newly released, American Goddesses.





I first “met” Gary on Twitter. The term “ultramarathoning” caught my eye immediately. Yes, this guy runs for miles at a time…and enjoys it. I would venture a guess he probably writes tons of scenes in his mind as his feet pound the pavement.  Gary graciously agreed to sit in the hot seat and answer a few questions for my inquiring mind.
Hi Gary, so happy you joined me today. Okay, I will start with something easy, what is your favorite drink?Out of bed, beer. In bed, champagne. Gin martinis, two olives figure in there, somewhere.What would I find in your refrigerator right now?Heck if I know. That’s my spouse’s realm. Might be some milk? I think there’s a bottle of Korbel in there.What is the last book you read?A DEMON BOUND by Debra Dunbar. You can read what I thought of it on my book review site Honest Indie Book Reviews ~ http://honestindiebookreviews.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/a-demon-bound-by-debra-dunbar/ (end shameless plug). Plug away, Gary, it’s all about networking in our business.If you could be any character in fiction, whom would you be?That’s a toughie! I think “Doc” in Cannery Row by John Steinbeck. Just to live on the Monterey Peninsula in the 1930s and get to spend all my time rambling about the beaches and tidal pools ~ that would be paradise.What was your best MacGyver moment?I suspect it is still to come.What is your favorite date night activity?Another toughie! I suppose it depends on the date. How do you unwind? Especially after a stressful day.Hard to beat a good 10k on forested trails at the lake. With or without friends. A martini with spouse or friends comes close.Share with us one secret that will make readers blush.I once lived with a lovely lesbian in Boulder, Colo., and she showed me a technique for inducing orgasm in women that seems to work 99.9 percent of the time. I refer to it as “the astonishing technique.” It has helped my marriage last.Would you agree or disagree that watching adult movies helps keep a couple's intimate lives energized? Why?I think it depends on the couple. Anytime two partners enjoy the same thing – no matter what it is – they’re lucky, in my view. If it’s adult movies they both like, then I say let the credits roll and make sure the champagne is cold.Thank you for sharing some of your thoughts with me. I think The Husband and I will need to open a bottle of champagne soon and see if you are right. J Now, please see a hot, explicit excerpt from Gary’s latest release, American Goddesses:Chapter 14 “As if instantly raised on the crest of a tsunami, the psychic command to wake swept John Harris from deep sleep into sharp and utter wakefulness.He sat up and saw his small red silk-clad wife silhouetted in the bathroom doorway.“Megan?” he said.“Husband,” she said in a voice that sounded like Megan’s, yet awkwardly different, “stand up. I wish to take a look at you.”An irresistible, invisible force jerked Harris out of the bed, setting him on his feet at almost military-style attention in his sleeveless white undershirt and loose gray pajama trousers.“What the hell, Megan?” he shouted. “I thought you said --”“Shut up,” the woman replied. Harris’ mouth clamped firmly shut. His well-muscled arms twitched as he struggled against the force that held him standing immobilized.The small female approached him in the darkened room.“I am not your wife,” she said. “I am your master. But don’t worry. Your wife is safe and sound in here.” The woman touched her forehead.“She can see and hear and feel everything, so let’s give her a show she can enjoy, eh?”Melnikova gently ran Megan’s fingers down Harris’ trembling bicep. He would have flinched if he could have.“You are big strong handsome man,” she said. Melnikova put Megan’s fingers on Harris’ chest. “But your heart is beating so fast,” she said. “You are frightened of little girl, perhaps? Sit on bed.”Harris dropped obediently to the bed, sitting bolt upright.Melnikova put Megan’s trim body beside his, and nestled it up to him. With Megan’s hand, she stroked the side of his face. Then on her knees, she raised up and softly kissed his cheek.“I will love you the way Melnikova was loved,” she said. “By all the big strong handsome men who came. . . after.” She savagely backhanded Harris in the face, flattening him onto the bed. He glared at her, unable to move.“You wish to fight me, little man?” she asked. “I release you.”Harris groaned and rolled to his side, his skull ringing from the blow. He could feel the eye swelling. He swung his legs off the other side of the bed, stood and backed away.Melnikova laughed with Megan’s voice. “You cannot harm me. Even if you could you would not. You would only hurt your own wife.”“What – what do you want?” Harris asked, still struggling with the concept that this cruel, terrifying and obviously dangerous little creature looked exactly and sounded somewhat like his wife. “Who are you?”He rubbed the side of his face gingerly.“I am Melnikova,” she muttered. “I have much to make up for. Get on the bed.”With a small, casual gesture, she literally flung the big man back onto the bed, face down, arms by his sides. He tried to look up, his body pinned as effectively as a butterfly on a collector’s board.“Why are you doing this?” he yelled.“Pants down!” she cried. Harris’ gray pajama bottoms bunched up and pulled down to his ankles, leaving him nude from waist to ankles.“Do you know how they made love to Melnikova?” she snarled. “The big strong men? Like this!”She gestured and Harris moaned with pain.“I was just little girl.” She gestured again. He gasped with the impact.“Hah!” She laughed. “Now over!”Unseen force flipped the helpless man onto his back, arms out from his body. He raised his head up to look at her.“Please,” he said. “Bring Megan back. I’ll give you anything.”“I’ll take it for myself,” she said. “But what is this? The sight of your own wife does not excite you? I fix.”She laughed with Megan’s voice, and Harris stared in horror at his growing, involuntary erection. Megan’s body levitated over him and descended, knees bent, no part of her touching the bed.The unseen force of Melnikova’s will in control of Megan’s abilities arched Harris up and into Megan. His own body jerked involuntarily in and out of her, and she rode him, like he was a mechanical bull, laughing without humor.Harris gasped again, through clenched teeth. His muscles trembled as they fought in vain against the irresistible mental force exerted by his small oppressor.She worked him relentlessly, small and feminine, but utterly unopposable. When he came, she forced the blood into his organ to keep it large and hard.“Put your hands on me,” she said.“No!” he moaned, but his large strong, construction-worker’s hands, no longer his to command, placed themselves on her thighs.“Squeeze,” she commanded. “Harder!” Harris cried in pain as an inhuman force crushed his hands into her invulnerable thighs.Climaxing again, in pain, fear, rage and humiliation, Harris cried out again, but still she worked him.“Enough,” she said. “I am bored by this.” Megan’s body rose off him, and set down softly on the beige carpet of the darkened room. Harris contracted into fetal position on the bed, contused hands shaking.Melnikova lifted Megan’s body into the air, and drifted into the bathroom.“I must clean your scum out of me,” she called back to the barely conscious Harris. “Stay there. In a minute we will have some really fun games.”As the bathroom door shut, Harris pulled himself to the bedside table and clutched the smart phone. He prayed he could hit the right button.He heard a ring.“Help,” he croaked, not even knowing if anyone had picked up. Before he could say the word a second time, an unseen force grabbed him like an angry child seizing a rag doll, and bounced him off the bedroom wall. He crumpled, insensible as Melnikova returning from the bathroom, glared at him through Megan’s eyes.She was too late.In her short-sleeved, mid-thigh gray flannel nightgown with the pale blue satin trim, and Pooh-Bear insignia over the heart, Trish stood between Harris and his possessed wife.”

Follow Gary on Twitter- https://twitter.com/LiteraryGary where you will find he is a friendly, fun, kind, and generous contributer of tweets!

Please visit his blog - Honest Indie Book Reviews for more of his literary journeys.Gary’s bioGrew up at the beach in Virginia. Discovered the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Rockies in college, where I studied journalism and theater. Honed my writing craft in the military as a "Navy Journalist." Taught journalism at the Defense Information School. Discovered spelunking while stationed in Nashville, Tenn. Love the AP Stylebook. Retired from the Navy, live in Lawrence, Kansas with spouse and dogs. Write marketing copy and technical for a manufacturer of construction products. Enjoy running all day and night on trails in woods. Wrote my first novel a couple  months after discovering Smashwords. Now living happily ever after.

Do You Believe in Ghosts? Tuesday Tale

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you again to my new paranormal thriller WIP, Blue Ink-the Skin Stalker-  For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "ghost".



“What the hell?” Sascha’s mate uttered fearfully.“It’s just the wind, Maria. Go back to sleep.” Sascha urged as she rubbed her lover’s shoulders. “Why am I burning? Look at these spots on my stomach.” Maria bent forward to examine herself. “The wind didn’t do this.”“I’ve got them too. Maybe they are spider bites?” Sascha offered disdainfully. “I’ve had spider bites, this is not the same thing. These are burns, like someone dropped acid or hot coals on us.”“I’ll go check out the living room.” Sascha exited the bed, pulling a shirt over her head.“I’m going too.” Maria got up and together they crept toward their bedroom door. Sascha grabbed the doorknob and reluctantly began turning it before a force twisted the knob and blew the door back open, knocking the two of them backwards. Screaming, they clutched each other briefly, gathering their composure.“What are we supposed to do now?” Maria almost cried. Maria’s fear kindled Sascha’s protective instincts. “I’m going to go see what’s out there. This is crap!”Sascha grabbed a softball bat and almost ran into the other room. “Whoever you are, you better be ready for me!”The stench of body odor and rotten eggs filled the living area, gagging Sascha momentarily. Yet, the room was undeniably quiet and empty. She searched the kitchen, bathroom, closets, and every conceivable hiding place. “Maria, no one is here.” She called out, relief apparent in her voice.Maria slowly made her way into the front living area. “This apartment belongs on that ghost hunter show on TV. I think it’s haunted, or we’re crazy.” “I’ll make some coffee and we will think this through. Everything has a plausible explanation, I know we will find it.” Sascha attempted to comfort her dubious girlfriend.They never discovered a plausible explanation."

 Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "ghost"!

Friday Flash Fiction Returns!

We are still Halloween Hopping!!! 
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Halloween Hop Over 200 Chances to WIN!!

Now on to Flash Fiction. Leave a comment with your name and email address for your chance to win! But, you must answer a trivia question about me....the questions are just down this page. Please keep reading. :)

One hundred words-no more, no less. Our little group has one photo prompt each Friday to delight readers with. Our challenge this week?  Hmmmm.....

What do we have going on in this little party? I take my one hundred from my current work in progress, Finding Love From Roadkill. These two left a party a little too late and ran into trouble on the way home. Read on for my interpretation. Then, visit our main blog for other sometimes very spicy interpretations! Friday Flash Fiction

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She grimaced and peered through the glass of her window. “I can’t see a thing, it’s so dark out there. This creeps me out, I knew we should have left that party earlier. We wouldn’t be stuck out here if I hadn’t been so busy gossiping with my friends. Why didn’t you make me leave when you wanted to?”

“Yea, like that would have worked.” He grumbled and rummaged around the glove box for a flashlight. “I really need to get out and check on the deer. I’d hate for it to be lying there suffering-mangled, bleeding, hurting, dying.”

 

Ugh, Is That Blood I Smell? - a Creepy Tuesday Tale

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you again to my new paranormal WIP, Finding Love From Roadkill,- a part of my Critter Getter series. For our journey to the unknown, I present the picture rompt "haunted house".  Keep reading and enter the Halloween Wicked After Dark Blog Hop contest!! 

Our young couple in love find themselves in front of a spooky house....just after they hit something on the road...let's see what happened-




"Before she could ask any more irritating questions, he jumped out and slammed the driver’s side door shut. The autumn air felt crisp against his cheeks, and he wrapped one arm around his midsection, fighting the chill as he walked. “Dadgum women, talk, talk, talk, I’d rather be out here in the pitch black in the middle of nowhere than listen to her sometimes.” The realization suddenly hit that he was indeed in the boondocks, and he felt uneasy walking back toward the site of the impact.
The small, yet powerful, flashlight illuminated the ground in front of him several feet ahead. Assorted bits of fur, aluminum cans, and unidentifiable substances littered the road. But, it was the blind spots on either side of the beam he felt uncomfortable with. Anything could be lurking and he would only know it if it happened in front of his lighted path. The hair on this back of his neck prickled and his sense of hearing heightened, listening for whatever could be out there with him. He spoke to himself through gritted teeth. “Just keep walking, get this over with.” 
The heavy iron scent hit his nostrils, indicating a large amount of blood, just before he saw it. A large brown deer sprawled unmoving on the country asphalt, its’ front legs at grotesque angles. The back half lie across the sparse grass leading up to the road. Thickening blood pooled around its’ head and neck, seeping into the cracks and crevices of the chip seal.
He moved closer to the animal, inspecting the midsection for signs of breathing-there were none. He bent down and touched a section of its’ soft neck. His fingers moved tenderly across an undamaged area of coarse brown hair. The deer remained still, yet, warm, as if it could still jump up and dash away. “I’ve taken many of you boogers during deer season for my freezer, but, this feels different somehow.” He spoke sadly, almost apologetically, to the lifeless creature." Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "haunted house"!

Wicked After Dark Blog Hop - Hot Prizes!

[image error] Yes, It's another winning weekend here in The Locker and you have over 200, yes, I said 200, chances to win! (eyes widen in surprise and delight) This is no TRICK it's all about your TREAT this 2012 Halloween.

And, you ask, "What am I playing for Davee?"
I answer, "A fabulous $10 gift certificate to Secret Cravings Publishing and a sweet surprise!"

For your chance to win, correctly answer ONE of the following questions in the comments field of this post. Please include your name and email address for contact information. Please also indicate if you do not want on a future mailing list for information about other contests or my new releases.

1.)  What is my hero's name in my first release On Ellicott Street?
2.)  What special midnight snack did our two lovebirds order in On Ellicott Street?
3.)   How many books do I currently have published?
4.)  Who is my publisher?

Now, please indulge me with this delightfully wicked EXPLICIT excerpt from my upcoming release, Lovedust and Trailblazers, available November 2012:


"Minnie put the truck in gear and he backed away from her truck as she moved forward through the pasture away from him. As the taillights dimmed in the expansive pasture, a physical need overwhelmed Josiah as he had never felt before. He walked toward the fence and as he began to cross back over, he realized his throbbing erection prevented him from moving with the same ease he managed earlier. “Oh good Lord, what has this woman done to me?”Josiah awkwardly made his way toward his tractor. The tightness of his jeans, coupled with the dried mud and splash of wet wine intensified his discomfort. Using one hand to steady himself on the tall tractor tire, he used his other to unbutton and unzip the constrictive denim. His full erection bounced slightly out of the opening in his boxers by his freeing action. The sultry night air hit the sensitive skin of his penis and created more tingles, making him even harder.“Those lips, the way she tastes, I could eat her up.” Josiah began stroking his erection as he reminisced of his time in Minnie’s mouth. “Her hand stroking my chest, laying her head so close to me…” He kept talking to himself softly as his hand caressed himself more rapidly with each movement. In his desperate need for release, Josiah refused to draw the moment out and burst forth explosively against the black rubber of the tractor tire. The sweat dripping off Josiah’s brow indicated the strength of his physical response, and it took him several moments to bring his breathing back down to a normal rate. He concentrated on the steadily burning flames to regulate his own spiking internal responses to the evening. “I’ve never been this affected by a woman.” As he evaluated the evening with Minnie, he realized after Korea, his heightened senses reacted much more quickly to powerful situations." [image error]

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Are Bigfoot Trackers "Cool"? - Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you again to my new paranormal WIP, Finding Love and Bigfoot- a part of my Critter Getter series.  For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "cool".


“Maybe tomorrow you can talk to me more about this research of yours. I admit, you have me intrigued, Caleb Chandler.” Kalista inhaled deeply and looked toward the gear shift. “I guess we better head home, in case the storm moves in again.”

“Will you please let me know you made it? Maybe…call me or something?” Caleb asked sheepishly.

“Definitely.” Kalista revved the ignition with her foot, projecting the image of coolness. Her insides danced with butterflies sitting in the seat he normally occupied.

“Thank you for another great day on the river, even though we didn’t get a second catfish fry.” Leandra bubbled with a beaming smile. “This is more fun than we’ve had in a long time, no matter how strange it all is.”

Owen attempted to reassure Kalista. “Caleb is a champ and a whiz. Among his jack of all trades, he is also accomplished with car tools. We do appreciate your generosity. I gotta echo Caleb and tell you how huge this is for us.” He pointed toward her car parked under the shed. “Some people spend their whole lives searching for physical evidence and never quite get it. I think we got our ace in the hole for proof this time.”

“I’m happy I could oblige. Look, I need to get going before I change my mind. I’ll let you know when we get home.” Kalista looked toward her car. “Take care of her for me, will you?”

“I will. Drive safely girls.” Caleb softened his reply to something just below melodic sandpaper across soft wood.

Kalista put the truck in gear and hit the gas with a wave of her hand out her open window. “I could listen to his voice all day.” She said aloud, not completely remembering Leandra sat beside her in the truck cab.




 Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "cool"!

a Knife?...Searching for Bigfoot Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you a new paranormal WIP, Finding Love and Bigfoot- a part of my Critter Getter series.  For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "knife".


  “There is no way you just said…bigfoot.” Kalista said solemnly, almost under her breath, still inspecting the muddied, bloody smudges all over her car window. “You wouldn’t get a crazier response from me if you had come at me with a knife.”
 “Yes, I did, Kalista, and I’m not joking.” Caleb said just as earnestly, admiring the evidence all over the glass. “By the way, I’m not the violent type. The only knife I use is a fillet knife on the catfish.”
“I know tracking bigfoot is a big part of your business, and I’m sure tourists pay good money for a spooky thrill, but, seriously, you can be truthful with me. Your secret is safe.”
Owen interjected into the conversation, his eyes dancing eagerly . “We’ve been tracking bigfoot for years. We know he exists, just like so many other people around the country believe. Oklahoma isn’t the only place for sightings.  As a matter of fact, the only state not having a spotting is Hawaii.” He paused, looking directly in her direction, opening his mouth as if gathering something convincing to say.
“It would take a lot more than smudges and campfire stories to make me a believer.” Kalista shook her head, waving her hand, shooing away any possibility.
 Owen’s face suddenly flushed a strange shade of red, a measure of defeat monopolizing his expression. Beads of sweat brought on by a combination of the sticky humidity and his excitement formed on his upper lip. Instead of addressing Kalista again, he fidgeted his feet and averted his gaze back toward the car.  “I’ll go get the camera.” Owen took off back toward the cabin.
“Wow, I think you hurt his feelings, Kal. He stopped straight up trying to explain himself to you.” Leandra cocked her head to one side, deep in retrospection. Ticking off items on her fingers, she thoughtfully addressed Caleb.  “So, we have a chewed up fish, something trailing us back to the cabin, and now nasty prints all over the car.” She gestured toward the smears. “You’re positive there isn’t a more, ahem, conventional explanation?”
  Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "knife"!

Contest Give-Away Weekend! Try Your Luck!

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(I do not own a red and white striped cap, or else maybe I'd post a picture rockin' one.)

Where’s Waldo? No, not really, Fellow Fathomers, but, Where in the World is Davee Jones? That’s the big question! This weekend The Locker hosts another great giveaway contest sponsored by my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing. The lucky winner from my blog will receive a PDF copy of Ruby’s Dance. How many of you really think about where you’re from? So many times I host visitors and they want to see and do some of the many activities available within my location. (Although I proclaim myself a tried and true Okie, I no longer live in my home state of Oklahoma.) However, I’m almost embarrassed to admit I, myself, have not explored as much of my adopted home turf as some visitors or tourists! I encourage, or maybe even challenge, you to choose something within a days’ drive of your hometown and experience something brand new!Now, on to try to guess- Where is Davee? Ø  “My” airport is larger than New York City’s Manhattan IslandØ  The deadliest natural disaster in American history occurred in my stateØ  Kristin shot J.R. in my adopted townWhere Am I???? (post your guess in the comments section, including your email address for a chance to win! Also, please confirm if you will allow me to add your email to my email list. Then, click on the link to the Secret Cravings blog secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com for your chance to win from other participating authors.)

Remember to look for my upcoming release- Lovedust and Trailblazers this November!

Is It His Finger or Not? Tuesday Tales return to Blue Ink

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you back to my current paranormal WIP, Blue Ink-The Skin Stalker. For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "finger".
“They arrived at the police station before Colin drew any conclusions of his own.  Colin followed the officers inside and they seated him at a table in a small windowless room.The Skin Stalker watched everything unfold with a glint in his wicked catlike eye.  He knew the bag had no fingerprints because he had none to leave.  Before he left the bag, he briefly thought of lifting one of Colin’s prints to place on it just to screw with him.  However, it was just as much fun to mess with the authorities as they feebly bumbled around trying to catch the “bad guy.”  Chaos kept The Skin Stalker churning with amusement.Colin remained in that room for two hours before anyone got back to speak with him.  During his wait, an investigator brought him coffee and offered him a restroom break.  Colin alternated between pacing and sitting.  Fatigue finally overtook him and his head lolled down toward the table in front of him.  Abruptly, an apparition of Hannah appeared next to him, in his line of vision just to the left.  She smiled in Colin’s direction. “It’s peaceful here.” She vanished just as quickly as she appeared.  Colin snapped awake with a jolt and short grunt.  Every once in a while, the officers looked to the monitor showing a full view of the room Colin sat in.  Luckily, no one saw his violent awakening after his vision of Hannah.  However, they had their own opinions of Colin.  “He looks like a slick asshole, don’t you think?”  One of them who rode with Colin to the station said to his partner.  The other ride along officer played devil’s advocate. “Yea, but, too much of a pretty boy to kill anyone, probably a pansy, but, these days, you just never know.”    Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "finger"!