Character Quotes, Dellani Oakes

Character Quotes from Lone Wolf by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-image“Yes, and all the women would see what a great ass you have. I think we’ll pass on that.”

They hustled down the hall to the cargo bay. Becky met them outside the door, as Caprilla ran silently up the hall behind her. He leaned over, sniffing Becky’s neck, making her giggle when his whiskers tickled her.

“Mm, another delicious smelling female! It’s too bad human women are so delicate.”

Marc walked up about that time. “You making a play For my woman, Cap?”

“This one is yours?” Caprilla shook his head sadly, sighing heavily. “I’m always behind you two. It’s the sorrowful story of my life. I shall have to see if I can entice Ariella into joining me after the wedding.” He nodded sagely, chuckling and twirling his whiskers.

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Character Quotes from One More Night by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-imageWe sat on the couch, drinking our coffee and chatting. When our coffee was done, we set our cups aside, and Brandon scooted closer.

I know that I don’t excite you that much,” he said quietly, taking my hand. “But if you ever need a friend with benefits, you know how to reach me.”

You’re a wonderful man, Brandon. I think when you get over feeling sorry for yourself, you’ll make some woman very happy.”

But not you.”

You don’t want me,” I said quietly, touching his cheek. “You like the idea of me. I’m single, passably good looking.”

You’re gorgeous. If you think you’re only passable, you aren’t looking in the right mirror. We could take those kisses and build on them. The offer stands.”

Thank you. I appreciate that very much.” I gave him a kiss and saw him out.

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CAPTAIN FIN – What a NOVEL to me

CAPTAIN FIN – Cover reveal coming soon.

I’ve been working on a novel for what seems too long now, but in my defense time hasn’t always been on my side. The story CAPTAIN FIN is based on a screenplay written by the talented actor, writer, movie producer, and director, Kevin James O’Neill.

When Kevin approached me about writing this novel and I read the script, I can’t begin to tell you how excited I was, thrilled doesn’t cover the joy that I felt. I immediately fell in love with one of the characters, Hannah. Oddly it wasn’t at all from an angle or perspective that was presented in the script that he had handed me. But I could envision so clearly the direction that I felt he wanted to go; thus the reason he sought out a writer like me, a children’s author.

I was so worried about my time commitments. Already in the midst of writing BITTER BETRAYAL and working every day at a company that I am a partner, owner, and as the CEO am obligated to be committed to running every single day.

At one point I even told him, “Kevin, as saddened as I am, I don’t believe I have the time to finish Captain Fin. I love this piece, and if you want to take my ideas, chapters, and give them to another writer, I completely understand.” To my surprise, Kevin did not accept my offer but gave me a call instead. His words not only humbled me, but I felt as if he handed me a gift instead. I don’t think I will ever forget his words.

“Amanda, I can’t really see anyone else writing this novel. I love your ideas, what you’ve written so far, and I understand how busy you are. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you have the time to write it.” I can’t tell you the shock I felt. To hear someone had that much faith in my work was amazing to me. #humbled #grateful

I was worried that the flow of the work would be jeopardized by the amount of time that it was taking me to write the story, again, time wasn’t on my side due to work and family commitments. But I recently went back and reread my early chapters as I’m polishing off the manuscript before sending it to my editor. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. I fell in love with Hannah all over again!!!! Her spirit, strong will, the sadness that reflects through her eyes, and the way that she eventually withdraws from others due to the hand that life has dealt her with her gentle spirit still intact, kills me! LOVE HER!

I can only hope that I delivered the novel the way Kevin had envisioned; I know it is exactly how I imagined it to be. It was challenging and exhilarating at times, but writing this piece was such a blessing. The images that you see are components of my cover. The design will be released soon. I am looking so forward to sharing this beautiful story of loss, discovery, love, friendship, and hope with the world. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it! CAPTAIN FIN, coming soon. #TLA19

Amanda M Thrasher

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Truth, As Strange As Fiction: Truth, what is it?

fightingTruth, what is it really?  I don’t know that we would know the truth about anything anymore.

In William Bradford’s journey (William Bradford* 1590 – 1657 passenger on the Mayflower in 1620) you would find that the two groups, pilgrims and the Indians had a mutual friendship. The Indians did show them how to plant corn and after their second year pilgrims held a feast and invited their friends to it. The story that the Indian saved the pilgrims their first winter is not true, yet this has made it into the history books and is told to our children as truth.

If the movie A Few Good Men were done today, Jack Nickolson could easily say, You wouldn’t know the truth! instead of You can’t handled the it.

Whatever the truth was in the past today has become anything anyone says almost literally.

 Once there were rumors and the truth. Many people, not all of course, would have judged others on their own. How another treated them, they would do in kind.

Sure, there were always followers – there has always been those who consign their thoughts to others – those willing to have one or two people do their thinking for them.

Now it seems people just believe what they read or hear based on others opinions as if its fact and not one side of a story taking it on as the truth. I don’t find that fact-checkers on one side or another cuts it.

Then there’s condemning others. Its one thing to indict those who have been convicted of a crime in a court but condemn people with no proof using half truths and innuendo is another. To damn someone or a group on hearsay just because they don’t believe as you do or don’t agree on something you want them to would have been considered wrong not that long ago. There are those will use this tactic to cover up something they don’t want others to know about themselves or about what they believe in by ridiculing those on the other side of the argument, and the way they see it, lying is the answer. All the more if others think and repeat it for them. I seen this over and over again.

Sadly, this is where we are here in the U S of A today. What use to be decent can be made indecent in a flash. One person not agreeing with the other is a crime.

If someone says something you disagree with why not dismiss it and walk away instead of confront them? After all, not one of us is more important (or godlike) than the other.


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* William Bradford, 1590 – 1657 passenger on the Mayflower in 1620. He travelled to the New World to live in religious freedom. He became the second Governor of Plymouth Colony and served for over 30 years. Bradford kept a journal of the history of the early life in Plymouth Colony. It is called Of Plymouth Plantation


Character Quotes, Dellani Oakes

Character Quotes from Over the Edge by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-image“You want kids?”

“Sure! Don’t you?”

“As many as you want, love. Kids are great. Let’s hope they’re boys though.”

“Why? Girls are nice too.”

“Yeah, but they’ll end up living with us until we die.”


“Because they’ll never marry. With me for a dad, I’ll scare the hell out of any man who comes near them.”

“You aren’t that spooky, baby.”

“Watch me. I’ll turn into Big Foot with a Badge. Got to protect them from men like me.”

She stared at him, her mouth and eyes wide. “Were you really that bad, Frankie?”

He met her stare with a level gaze. “Baby, I’m bad now. Imagine me at seventeen. I was positively evil.”

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“Well if it isn’t Mrs. Fitz? Who’s your little friend dear?

If Elaine had been in any shape, Stella would have been on her back on the floor. Luckily for both of them, the cab pulled up and honked. Elaine shot Stella a filthy look and stumbled out to the taxi.

“Not much of a conversationalist. You really need to pick politer friends dear.”

I was sorely aching to tell her off but I suppressed the urge to tear her a superfluous opening. I waved and walked back to the apartment while counting to ten and praying for strength.



I was sleeping on the way home in the car. Gerry had to practically carry me into the apartment. Of course in my semi comatose condition, we just had to run into Stella who uttered a few quick quips about me having too much to drink to which Gerry answered with a ‘bite me Stella’. If I had had any energy left I would have offered up a middle finger salute.


The evening went well and we were able to dine al fresco. Toronto was experiencing a warmer than usual month of April. We had set our new patio table and chairs on our patio. Things were going smoothly until Stella happened along and started to nose her way into our gathering.

“How’s your arm Mrs. Fitz?”

Mom looked at me. “What about your arm Laura?”

I had a mishap playing darts last night some yahoo has worse aim than me.”

Stella chimed in “That’s not what I heard. It would seem your daughter has attracted an enemy or two.  With that attitude it comes as no surprise.”

“How dare you say my daughter has an attitude?”

“Plain to see –she is a thorn in my side and I have no clue why the owner hired such an uppity individual. Does a fine management job but she has a caustic tongue.

My daughter is far from perfect; I raised her to be independent and opinionated but you have no right to criticise her for that.

Yes I see where she’d get that attitude ; you should have instilled manners and respect for her elders.

Why you bitch!”

“Mom don’t! Your blood pressure she’s not worth it.

With that Stella stormed off.

“Where did you get that one.”

“Unfortunately  she came with the building.”



Character Quotes, Dellani Oakes

Character Quotes from Love Under Lights by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-imageStan and Dave drew up chairs next to her.

“So, you dating Calvin?” Stan asked.

“Why do you want to know?” she countered.

“Curiosity. He asked you out?”

“Why does it matter?”

“You gonna answer every question with another question?” He was getting frustrated.

“Does it bother you?”

He looked disgusted. “Straight answer, okay?”

“You want to know if you’re wasting time by talking to me.”

“Basically, yeah.”

“Ask him yourself. He’s right there.”

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Character Quotes from On the Fairway by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-image“You decent?”

“What? Why?”

“Cause I’m coming in and don’t wanna see more than a I should.”

The door opened suddenly. She stepped back into the room. Heath came in and she closed the door behind him.

“Not like you haven’t seen naked women before,” she scoffed.

“That’s so, but not you. Reckon I at least want dinner first. How about you?”

She giggled, tears falling. Trying to sob and sniffle at the same time, caused her to snort. She laughed harder. “God, I’m a wreck!”

He eyed her speculatively, examining her overall appearance. “Yup. You are. You should probably go home and start over, cause—dayam.” He crossed his arms, shoulders stooped. “Girl, you’re a hot mess,” he said in a high, singsong voice.

Essa giggled, snorting again. “Thank you. I needed a good laugh.”

“Wasn’t my intention,” he replied. “Cause, girl, you are a hot mess.” He took a step closer, drawn to her like metal to a magnet. “You’re a mess. And you’re beautiful.” And I really want to kiss you.

Essa stepped closer, feeling the same attraction. “Why do I find that ridiculous line—so sexy?”

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Among the Shine Clan – Part 21 by Dellani Oakes

among the shine clan coverIt’s time to go. Fiddlestix had to make a clean break, running away from Deacon. Only her sense of duty to her people has made her go back. She couldn’t let them face McLain alone.

McLain was waiting at the tarmac to meet them. He didn’t look happy. When he saw how few of the cyber warriors she’d brought home, he was even angrier. “Those men are worth a million apiece and you killed them?”

“They were a threat, sir.”

“You know what I think, Master Sergeant? I think you’re the threat.”

“With all due respect, sir, you’re full of shit. You sent us in there knowing what we were up against. You know what I think? I think you sent them there on purpose.” She clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly fashion.

“You can’t prove that,” McLain growled, jerking away.

Fiddlestix smiled as if to say she could do exactly that. Without another word, she marched back to her quarters. McLain ran to his quarters and began going through files on his computer. He put in a call to Frieze, bellowing at the younger man to come help him destroy the evidence. A few moments later, there was a knock at his office door.

Without bothering to check who it was, McLain yelled, “Come in!”

Fiddlestix entered, surrounded by military police. “Take the general into custody.”

“Yes, Master Sergeant.”

They surrounded McLain who yelled and protested. “You can’t prove this. You can’t prove a damn thing!”

“But I can, sir. You haven’t hidden your tracks very well. That little device you’ll notice on your arm was very helpful.”

He looked at his arm and saw she had placed a nearly invisible surveillance device on him. Everything he had said and done since getting in his office had been recorded and sent to a judge, including copies of all his files.

“General McLain,” the MP said quietly. “I’m afraid I have to arrest you now, sir.”

McLain left without an argument. As he passed Fiddlestix, he spit in her face. She smiled sweetly, wiping the spittle on his jacket.

“You haven’t heard the last of me!”

“That’s true. I’ll see you in court, sir.” She gestured to the MP. “Take this sack of shit out of my sight.”

“Yes, Master Sergeant.”

Fiddlestix watched them lead McLain away. He turned once to glare at her, but she hardly noticed. Instead, a sweet melody filled her head as she watched the sunset. She felt Deacon’s arms around her and she smiled knowing that some day she would go back to Shine Peak. One day, she would go home.

Daytona Beach, Florida 2052

Fiddlestix sat with her back to the wall, in the corner of the dingy, ill lit room, watching the crowd surreptitiously. No one came to Low Blow Gonzalez’ Bar because it was a popular night spot. They came to find work, but more often found trouble. Dressed in dusty biker leathers, she fit right into the sleazy, dirty atmosphere with ease, just as she intended. Keeping a low profile, she continued to scan the crowd. Dim figures moved around the room. Some drifted in the vicinity of her seat, but a glare from her and they quickly walked away, slouching into their collars, hands shoved deep in pockets. Her battered weapon and formidable cyber arm convinced them to move on.

Paper fluttered on the bulletin board near the abruptly opened front door. A dozen hands dropped to an odd assortment of lethal weapons. None drew, waiting. A trio of men walked in. The first was tall, muscular and singularly ugly. The second was short, squat and wore a black duster that dragged the ground. The third looked like a lower level corporate; medium height, weight and build. His hair was a nondescript shade of brown. His eyes were covered with dark glasses. His suit was dark brown with a beige shirt and rust colored tie. In other words, innocuous.

Once it was established that the newcomers weren’t there to start something, the customers returned to their conversations. The corporate stood behind the other two men, while the big one moved forward, scanning the room slowly. His gaze traveled the perimeter of the room, coming slowly to Fiddlestix’ location. Another step toward her, and she had her weapon in her hand. She aimed at him under the table, casually tipping back in her chair to get a better shot.

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Character Quotes from It Takes a Thief – Romantic Suspense by Dellani Oakes

character-quotes-image“You really don’t get it, do you? I became an FBI agent because I wanted to put people like you behind bars, not babysit you in your own mansion! I have better things to do, Mr. Banes.”

“Like what?” his tone caustic, his expression bland, he waited. He was angry now. She had insulted and belittled him repeatedly and all he’d tried to do was make conversation. He’d apologized, dammit! And he hadn’t even done anything wrong!

“Like—well….” she sputtered, trying to answer that question.

“Agent Driscole, I’m a decent man when you get to know me. I’m polite, friendly and some folks even find me more than a little charming. I’m a nice bloke, me. So I steal things! I take things from rich, snooty folks who have more money than God and redistribute the wealth. I’ve never stolen from anyone who wasn’t heavily insured.”

“So, you’re trying to tell me that you’re Robin Hood, eh?”

Banes sneered. “Robin f**king Hood? That’s who you’re comparing me to? He was a rank amateur compared to me! And he killed people. I’ve never killed anyone. Spiders in the bathroom, that’s my speed. The occasional wasp. Anyone can shoot things up and do a smash and grab. My plans are like works of art. Like Mozart symphonies and Botticelli paintings. And you’re comparing me to a man who shot the sheriff and ran around in tights. Thank you, very much, Miss Driscole!”

“You’re a thief! Where’s the artistry in that?”

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