ABC Challenge Letter O: One More Night by Dellani Oakes

ABC ChallengeSorsha Donan is a college English professor, as well as an author of erotic romance novels. She lives on the beach in a large, sprawling house. An old flame has come back into her life, the man she loved and hoped to marry. Ben Carver was in the military, and was wounded in a mission gone wrong. Now, he’s in intelligence, and has been called by a former colleague, Lex.

Put your pants on, Carver,” I heard Lex’s voice loud and clear.

I need a shower, Lex.”

No time. I’m out front.”

I’m not at my house.”

There was a knock at my door. Ben hung up, cursing, and trotted downstairs naked. Throwing open the door, he greeted Lex and ran back up to my room to dress.

It’s her fault if I stink,” he complained as he discarded one T-shirt and pulled on another.

Dressed in cargo pants, a T-shirt and running shoes, he went back downstairs. I followed him down, dressed in yoga pants and a sweater. I offered Lex coffee, which she declined.

That’s what you’re wearing?” she said, after giving Ben the once over.

You didn’t let me shower or tell me where we’re going.”

To your house so you can change. You need to pick a location, Carver. I need to know where you are.”

If I’m not home, I’m probably here,” he replied, grabbing an apple and banana from the fridge. He completely peeled the banana, stuffing half of it in his mouth as he dropped the peel in the trash.

So I figured out when I didn’t find you there. You’ve got a suit?”

I’ve got several. And a tux,” he said around the other half of the banana. “You couldn’t tell me this last night?”

It came up suddenly. Still got the yarmulke?”

I’m Jewish?”

Today. I’m sorry, Sorsha. If I had any choice, I’d leave him here. I know how—intoxicating—a new relationship is.”

I sincerely hoped that she hadn’t had a relationship with Ben. I didn’t get that vibe from either of them, but who knows? Their lives have often depended upon being consummate liars.

Ben gave me a deep, probing kiss. “I will be back, my love. Count on it.”

This should only take a couple hours,” Lex assured me. “But if it doesn’t.” She handed me a business card. “Memorize and destroy the card. Burn, preferably.”

And scatter the ashes,” I suggested.

Lex and Ben stared at me, surprised.

I write novels. Did you think my mind would go anywhere else?”

They laughed. Ben gave me another kiss. Lex gave me a hug, which surprised me.

I’ll bring him back soonest. Plan on four hours before you flip out. I always take anticipated op time and double it.”

It’s an op?” I must have looked or sounded afraid.

Lex patted my hand. “Nothing serious. No panicking allowed.”

Doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said. “Go, before I think of a million reasons for you to stay.”

They headed to the door As Ben walked out, I called after him.

I wanna see you in the yarmulke.”

He stopped, one hand on the doorknob. “Why?”

Cause I think you’d look sexy.”

Chuckling, he walked out, calling over his shoulder. “I look sexy anyway.” The door closed and I sat at the table, pouting.

I needed coffee and food badly. I needed Ben most of all, but at least I had the assurance that he would return. Not just his, Lex’s.

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Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Julia, Maya and Rami

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We’ve got a great show planned for Wednesday, June 26 from 4-6 PM EDT.Joining us today are two familiar folks, and one new one.

First up is a fellow Tirgearr Author, Maya Tyler is a multi-published author of paranormal romance novels and blogger at Maya’s Musings. An avid reader, Maya writes the books she loves to read—romances! She still believes that “True Love’s Kiss” is the most powerful thing in the world. Her paranormal romances come with complex plot twists and happily-ever-afters. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, listening to music (alternative rock, especially from the 1990s), practicing yoga, and watching movies and TV.

Second is the happiest horror author I know. Rami Ungar knew he wanted to be a writer from the age of five, when he first became exposed to the world of Harry Potter and wanted to create imaginative worlds like Harry’s. As a tween, he…

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ABC Challenge Letter N: New at Love by Dellani Oakes

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Amanda Bitterson works as a substitute teacher. This particular day, she’s subbing at the high school. She has a problem with one of the students, but another teacher, a handsome man, intervenes. At lunch, they meet up again.

Amanda sat on a planter in the courtyard, enjoying the sunshine on her shoulders. Someone approached from her left, but the sun was in her eyes, so she couldn’t see details until he sat down. It was her rescuer from earlier.

“Hi.” He smiled, extending his hand. “Large pizza, extra cheese, pepperoni, bacon and pineapple. I’m Derrick Butler.”

“I thought you looked familiar! I’m Amanda Bitterson. Do you work here?”

He laughed, tossing his blond hair out of his eyes. “Not exactly. I’m visiting from Australia. Might have noticed?” He put on an exaggerated Aussie accent.

“No, not really. We didn’t talk much last night.”

“True, that. So, shit for brains giving you trouble, eh?”

“He would have, except for you. Thank you. He had me pretty scared.”

“Never show fear of the enemy,” he said with a chuckle.

“I was more afraid I was going to break something,” she laughed. “It’s reflex to knee a guy in the balls for grabbing a boob unless I want him to. I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Can’t say I blame you. Besides, little shit’s not worth it.”

“So, you never said if you worked here or not.”

“I’m mostly an observer.” He shrugged, eating one of her potato chips. “It’s an exchange program for instructors. Kind of like foreign exchange students. I’ve come for a semester to teach a class while a teacher from here works in mine. I hope he’s having more fun than me.”

“What do you teach?”

“History, mostly. Though, mind you, I’m only here for the surfing and the hot chicks.”

“I see.”

“I’m team teaching with a guy who’s near retirement. He doesn’t even notice if I’m there or not, so I wander around having lunch with beautiful women after rescuing them from horny football players.”

Amanda laughed, covering her mouth with her fingers so she wouldn’t spew her food.

“Though there’s no one to save them from horny Australian history teachers. Pity that.”

“Who says they want to be saved?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You drink coffee?”

“What?” She was puzzled by his abrupt subject change.

“Do you,” he pointed at her. “Drink coffee?” He mimed drinking from a cup.


“Want to have coffee with me later? My treat. I even have American money.”

“I’d like that. Thanks.”

“Cool! Can we make it right after school? I have to deliver pizzas again this evening.”

“Sure. That’d be great.”

“I’ll meet you by your classroom then.” He was gone as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Amanda had never met anyone quite like Derrick Butler before. He completely took her breath away, bouncing in and out of her life like a beach ball. He was unlike any other men she knew. Somehow that was comforting.

The last two hours of school passed Amanda in a blur. As soon as the last student handed in the essay, she set out what she would need for the next day, waiting for Derrick. He tapped on her door a few minutes later.

“Got hung up in the classroom. Mr. Snooze wants me to teach tomorrow.”

“He’s not really named Snooze, is he?”

Derrick laughed, placing his hand at the small of her back as he opened the outer door, letting her precede him.

“No. His name is Murray, but he’s a real snooze. I’m actually looking forward to class tomorrow. I get to talk about my favorite subject.”

“What’s that?”

“Besides myself and beautiful blondes? I wax virtually poetic on the subject of my homeland. He’s asked me to talk about the settling of Australia by the Brits.”

“I see. Fascinating! I’d like to hear that.”

“Sweet! Come by during your free period and listen in.”

“I’d like that. I know very little about Australian history. Ned Kelly and prisoners, that’s about it.”

“Oh, love, what I could teach you!”

Amanda laughed, thinking there was a lot more than Australian history couched in that remark, but she didn’t draw attention to it. She liked Derrick a lot, finding his boyish enthusiasm refreshing. She wasn’t all that experienced in love, but her last boyfriend had burned her badly before dumping her for someone new.

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ABC Challenge Letter M: Man Tales by Dellani Oakes

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Yet another first meeting (are we noticing a theme here? Good) This one is set in Florida, right on the beach, just a few miles from where I live. (I don’t live on the beach, but it’s only a few miles away) Jet Barber works for the cable company, and he and his partner have an appointment to install cable and internet in a new home. He’s surprised, and pleased, when he meets the home owner.

Jet walked through the arched doorway to his right, following the direction given by the pointing finger. The first room was obviously a music room. A baby grand piano sat in an alcove, surrounded by windows. The tile of the foyer gave way to hardwood here. Jet stepped carefully, not wanting to scratch it with his work boots. He heard a woman’s voice ahead. She was obviously on the phone and sounded angry. He stepped through the door, clearing his throat. The woman glanced up at him, nodding. She flashed a smile and held up a finger for him to wait a moment. Jet folded his arms, clipboard clasped to his chest, and waited.

“No. Not going to happen. Because I said so. Look, the cable guy is here. No, he’s not creepy like Jim Carey. I’ll call you later. You tell him no, clear? Okay. Bye.” She hung up her cell and smiled at Jet. “Sorry. My agent.” She held out her hand. “Callista Saucier.”

Her long, blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. Her eyes were violet in the muted light of the living room. Her creamy skin offset her full, dark pink lips and the dusky rose of her cheeks.

“Jet Barber.” He took her hand in his, shaking it politely. Her skin was pale in comparison to his and her hand looked tiny clasped in his broad palmed one. “Wait, Callista Saucier—the screenwriter?”

She blushed, ducking her head. “Guilty. I’m surprised you know my name. Writers are so anonymous.”

“Your work is amazing. I started following your career after Hellforce II. Your script was ten times better than the first one that other guy did. You totally nailed the feeling of the graphic novel.”

Callista smiled, tilting her head as she gazed up at him. “You’re the first person I’ve met who knew it was from a graphic novel. Well, outside the industry, anyway.”

“My partner is a movie junkie,” Luke said as he walked through the door. “He can tell you about stuff from the early days of film until the present. Bores the hell outta you or fascinates you—depending on your tastes.”

“Callista, this is Luke Epps, senior man on the job. Your mother told us you had something special in mind?”

Callista shook Luke’s hand. “Yes. The stupid contractor didn’t drop the cable where I told him to—repeatedly, I might add. I want the entertainment system there.” She pointed to the long, blank wall that ran east to west from the windows the to the door. “And he dropped the line there.” She pointed to the cable line right in front of the windows. “Call me crazy, but I don’t want to face the sun if I want to watch TV during the day. I also don’t want to drag the line ten feet across the floor either.”

“So we need to drop a new line, is what you’re saying?” Luke eyed the job, nodding. “Not a problem. Do we know where it is upstairs?”

“Yes, I can show you.”

“Show him. My knees are playing up.”

“Sure. Follow me,” she said to Jet.

Luke winked at Jet when Callista’s back was turned. The younger man knew his partner had done that on purpose. There was nothing wrong with Luke’s knees. Jet followed Callista to the foyer and up the staircase across from the music room. He walked behind her, admiring the curve of her sleek hips and the firmness of her ass. Her jeans were well worn and clung to her body like a second skin as they rode low on her hips. Her bright pink crop top emphasized that her breasts were full and round. The fact she wasn’t wearing a bra made it clear that they were entirely real.

“The cable runs through this wall,” she said, walking to the far side of her bedroom. “It comes in up in the attic. The access is out in the hall.”

Jet had noticed the trapdoor in the ceiling as he’d walked by. “Okay. Let me talk with my partner a minute and we’ll get started. This may take awhile. I hope you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“I set the whole day aside. Mom’s helping me unpack. I just moved in Saturday.”

“It’s a beautiful home.”

“Thanks. My brother, Cliff, designed it for me. He usually does set designs, but his first degree is in architecture.”

“Very unusual style. I never saw a Victorian on the beach.”

“I know, right? I thought he was crazy when he suggested it, but he told me that he’d always pictured me in a yellow Victorian. Cliff is weird like that. He looks at people and sees what houses would suit them.”

“Interesting gift. Pretty cool, actually.”

They headed back down stairs side by side.

“So, what interests you besides movies and installing cable?” Callista asked.

“I’m working on my masters in film,” he replied. “Not easy working all day and taking classes online at night. It’s challenging.”

“I imagine so. I was lucky that I had a full scholarship for my undergrad and my folks helped me with the masters. I couldn’t have done it without them. Now, though, I’ve been able to pay them back in full—with a little extra.”

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ABC Challenge Letter L: Lady in the Purple Hat by Dellani Oakes

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Let me say up front, I’ve never been on a cruise, but I watched a lot of Love Boat as a kid. That being said, I set this story on a cruise ship – don’t question, that’s how it came to me. Beau (short for Beauregard) Richard is the ship purser (don’t judge me) and has just broken up with his long time girlfriend, Cassie. In order to lighten his mood, he goes to one of the many nightclubs on board.

Things were just getting cranked up, as it was only about 10:00. Dozens of beautiful, nubile young women crowded the dance floor, gyrating to the fast club music. Several of them were dancing together, so he walked close. One of them crooked her finger at him, a sultry Latina with long, black hair and dark eyes, the opposite of Cassie in every way. She drew him into the group. They all danced with him, rubbing their supple bodies invitingly against him. He had never used the clubs as his own personal dating service, though many of the men had—and some of the women. He’d kept to one woman, but she didn’t want him anymore—if she ever had.

When the music ended, the lovely Latina tipped her head so he would join her at the bar. He bought them each a drink, chatting up the bartender, who was a pal of his.

“You seem very familiar with him,” the woman said, stirring her drink with one long, red nailed finger.

“Yeah. We go back a few years.”

“You take this ship a lot, then?”

“Yes. You might say that.”

“You’re being coy,” she teased. “I’m the one who’s supposed to play hard to get.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“You look like a man who’s in pain. And I don’t mean from the bruised up face.”

“I got dumped about ten minutes ago.”

Her face fell. “That’s awful! Anita,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Beau.” He kissed her fingers, then turned her hand over, kissing her palm.

Anita shivered, her eyes widening with pleasure. “Why did you get dumped?”

“The lady didn’t care as much as I did. I had hopes for more, but I pinned them on the wrong woman.”

“Well, that sucks. I’m on my honeymoon.”

Beau pulled his hand away, but she took it once more, showing him that her left ring finger was bare.

“He decided he cared more about the DJ’s girlfriend, than he did me. And the caterer, and all three bridesmaids….”

“What a dick,” he said, truly disgusted by the man’s behavior. “How could he do that to a beautiful woman like you?”

“No clue. How could she do that to a handsome, jacked guy like you?”

“Been asking myself that, too.”

“You know what we both need?”

“What’s that?”

“Another dance. Then we need some very hot, meaningless sex with a total stranger.”

Beau chuckled seductively. “Or…. We could skip the dance….”

“We could. My place or yours?”

“Yours is closer.”

“You don’t know where I’m staying.”

“But I know where I am, and I bet you’re closer.”

Giggling, she took his hand and led him from the club. They walked a few yards down the corridor, and stopped in an open, common area. The lights were low, here. More than one couple had stopped to snog and grope. Beau pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Anita clung to him, digging her fingers into his broad shoulders.

“Holy f**k, Beau. How did that woman turn down a man like you?”

“Dunno. How did that man want anyone but you?”


They kissed for a while before continuing to her room. It was another few yards. Anita had trouble unlocking the door, so he did it for her. Grabbing him by his collar, she pulled him inside. The door swung silently shut, and she shoved his shoulders against the wall.

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