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Amanda M. Thrasher

I have heard it said a million times, “teens will be teens, and that is what they do.” While I understand the statement to some degree (I have a teenager still at home, one in university, one out of the house, teens constantly in and out of my home), I do not agree with it. I continually research and visit with other teens, this is a key phrase, other teens! This has given me a brand new perspective on that statement. You see, when one speaks candidly with kids other than their own, they will tell you the truth. They often tell their parents what they know a parent needs to hear (my kids have done the same). Let’s face it; it is far easier to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission, but the problem is that what kids are doing today has been amplified due to social media, their maturity level, their attitude of entitlement, and the laws that they are subject to if caught, (teens are going to be teens statement) is flat out scary and dangerous.

There are too many dangers to list out there, but the book BITTER BETRAYAL touches on the dangers of teen dating. It parallels a relationship between a girl and boy, and focuses on how differently they portray, act, and define that same relationship. The consequences of how their actions trigger responses from each other that neither of them had anticipated and how it affects their relationship in the long run. Worse, neither of them had thought about the legal consequences or the damages that they would carry for life, emotional, physical, and potentially legal that they could have inflicted on themselves, their families, community, and friends. These simple things, relationships that are rushed into too quickly affect everyone at times. This book is based on real-life events that teens face daily. It isn’t a fun, romantic, or necessarily sweet read. But it is important if you have teens, girls or boys. – Enjoy. – Amanda M. Thrasher


Love, Trust, and Betrayal!

They say there are two sides to every story, and somewhere in the middle lies the truth. There’s no exception to this one. Impaired decisions, questionable actions, and consequences with irreversible damage destroy the lives of two young teens. High school junior Payton Phillips is dating the boy she knows she’s going to spend the rest of her life with: Reece Townsend. An opportunity for the dating teens and their friends to have the night of their lives–an invite to Stacie Wiggin’s party–will go down in the books as epic. But when things escalate and emotions run high, the evening of their dreams turns into a nightmare of he said, she said. Who did exactly what that night? As teens tweet, Snap, and play their stories out online, social media threatens to ruin more than the teens’ reputations. Relationships, scholarships, and entire families are at stake. Whose side of the story will you choose to believe, his or hers?


Chapter 23


 Reece stayed with Payton until she fell asleep. Carefully, so not to disturb her, he made his way outside. He needed some fresh air, get his head together. He wasn’t feeling great about the way things ended; not his ideal first time with his girl puking in the tent afterward. A few people were still standing around talking, and a couple of Reece’s friends were still up. But most of the partygoers had finally crashed. Some of them hadn’t bothered finding their tents, hitting the back of their trucks, blankets making pallets, and coats thrown on top of them to stay warm. Taking a last glance at his phone, Reece noticed it was four-thirty in the morning. Trevor and Cody were planted on the porch steps.

“What’s up?” Trevor asked as Reece approached.

“Nothing,” Reese responded, realizing for the first time he was exhausted.

Trevor’s phone was being passed around. Shot after shot of the party had already hit the social media scene. Pics were on snap stories and everyone was talking about the party. As soon as the drinking had kicked in, all inhibitions had disappeared. Stacie, despite her best intentions, had no way to control it as kid after kid pulled out their phones and started to take group photos, selfies and worse, sneaking photos of unsuspecting couples hooking up. Funny, they said, as they snapped away. The sneaking around part became a game, but the end result was the same—out on the net for the world to see. Stacie landed in a few of them; it was a move that she would later regret. Mouth dry and dehydrated, Reece grabbed a soda and downed it. It didn’t taste good, too sweet. Cody suddenly grabbed Trevor’s phone out of his hand.

“Who took that?” he asked.

Trevor leaned over, peeked at the photo, grabbed it, and deleted the pic before anyone could see it.

“Man, I have no idea!”

“What was it?” Reece asked.

Cody didn’t say anything, and Trevor looked like a deer in headlights.

“Some girl acting stupid, that’s all,” Trevor replied.

Cody nodded. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten anything all night; too busy drinking. Starting to feel sick himself, he needed to eat.

“I’m starving. Anything left to eat?”

Trevor pointed to a bag of chips. “Here, bro, you can have these.” He handed Cody the bag, but not before grabbing a handful of chips first.

“So you and your girl snuck off for a while, taking care of business,” Trevor playfully shoved Reece.

“Something like that,” Reece laughed.

He didn’t add to the conversation, but he didn’t deny it, and that’s all it took. Boy talk, locker-room style, took over. Admired by his friends, the conversation about his actions in the tent with Payton gave him additional bragging rights. The fact that he didn’t deny any of their speculations about what they’d done in the tent fed the fire. Only thing he did right in that moment was to keep his mouth shut. The truth was, if he were going to be honest with himself, it wasn’t exactly the way he wanted it to go down. Starting off fun, ending with his girl puking afterward. Nice. Not exactly something he was proud of.

“You and Stacie?”

“Nah, man. Like a zoo around here, keeping up with who was doing what and where. Don’t touch this, don’t touch that, I’m freaking tired!” Trevor took a swig of Coke. “I hope we get this place put back together in time before she has to be back, I mean. Can you imagine facing Coach after his lake house had been trashed?”

Creeping back into the tent, Reece laid next to Payton. He left the flap open to circulate the cool air, which helped with the stench of alcohol puke. She was out of it, which was likely for the best. She was going to feel like crap the next morning. Not having a clear head himself, he continued to push the entire thing out of his mind. Do-over. Do-over. Do-over! They’d redo that night. Even Reece wanted a do-over first time with his girl. Tired. Not feeling well or good about himself, Reece wished he were home in bed. He closed his eyes, but the tent started to spin. Lying on his back with his eyes wide open, Reece tried to fall asleep. It seemed to take forever, but finally he drifted off. The sound of people moving around alerted him that morning had arrived too soon. He felt like crap and could only imagine how bad Payton must feel.

Payton reached for her phone, but felt a person next to her instead. Rolling over, she came face-to-face with Reece. Images of the night before flashed through her mind and feelings of embarrassment and panic set in. Before she could compose herself or her thoughts, vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. Jumping to her feet, tripping over Reece, this time she managed to puke outside the tent. To her horror, groups of people stopped and stared. Reece suddenly appeared at her side.

“Still not doing good?”

What a stupid question, she thought. But was grateful her words hadn’t popped out of her mouth. Payton shook her head and walked over to the picnic table and sat down on the bench. Despite how hard she tried not to, her eyes filled with tears and she started to cry. Reece slid his arm around her back, but to his surprise she jumped like a cat out of its skin. Even Payton noticed her own reaction.

“I’m sorry. I feel like crap.”

The shocked look on his face hurt Payton, but not as much as it had surprised her. He pulled his arm away, embarrassed, and headed to the cabin to find a cool washcloth for her face. Confused by her sudden anguish from the night before, Payton didn’t know how to feel. She racked her brain for answers about what had taken place. Did they have sex? Yes. But had she said yes? She didn’t think so, but wasn’t sure. She had asked him to stop, right? Had she? She couldn’t remember, but she did remember saying she didn’t feel well and could have sworn she’d said the words “not yet.” She remembered that Reece had mentioned they’d talked about it that night. But despite how hard she tried, she just couldn’t remember discussing the issue of having sex with him that evening. Was it really possible she didn’t remember such a conversation—or worse, they didn’t have one? Her head was throbbing, her stomach nauseous, and the flashbacks, combined with rapid-fire questions, wouldn’t quit coming. Faster and faster they came. But the question that haunted her most was horrific; it was about the person she loved the most in the world, Reece. Why didn’t he listen to her and wait? How much did they drink? Confused beyond belief, not knowing what to do or how to feel, ashamed and scared, Payton’s body started shaking uncontrollably.

“OMG! Stop thinking,” she whispered to herself. “Please don’t overthink this thing; not here and not now!”

“Can I get you anything?” Reece asked as he handed her a cool cloth. “Are you OK?”

“I’m trying not to puke again,” Payton replied. “But we probably need to talk.”

Reece picked up her hand. For the first time ever, she wanted to pull hers away from his. That had never happened before. How had twenty-four hours changed everything? She felt dirty and confused, and wanted nothing more than to climb into a hot bath. Her hand hung limply in his, which he noticed immediately. Squeezing hers, trying to get a response, he leaned in toward her and kissed her on the cheek. Her long dark hair fell over her face, and Reece, as always, moved it to one side. Payton didn’t flinch, but it felt weird. It would take her a moment to process. She didn’t realize that she didn’t know how. Even though her whole life her mom had said she could tell her anything, Payton felt she couldn’t confide in her mom now. It wasn’t true, but she wasn’t prepared to test the waters. The disappointment she could only imagine she’d see in her mom’s eyes: lying, drinking, and going to the party had put her in this mess in the first place. Not to mention her parents would hate Reece forever. She didn’t want that; she loved him, and she wasn’t convinced it wasn’t both of their faults.

“I brought you a Sprite for your stomach.” Aubrey handed her a cup of ice and soda. “They don’t have any crackers.”

Payton sipped the cool liquid and actually kept it down. She wanted to talk to her friends, but didn’t dare tell them her first time hadn’t gone according to her life plan. Maybe she wouldn’t have to discuss it at all. Ever. Maybe they’d just think she was sick and that was that, hanging, too much punch. A thought popped in her head, and she almost had a panic attack on the spot. Fear swept over her. Did they use anything? She certainly wasn’t prepared. Was he? Was she protected at all? Did he think about that, did they? Was anything about this really OK? Nothing was! White as a sheet and scared to death, Payton needed her mom.

Payton: Got your text. Love you too, can’t wait to see you.

Mrs. Phillips: Did you have fun?

Payton: Yes

Mrs. Phillips: See you soon

“Babe, can I get you anything? Something to eat?” Reece asked.

Payton shook her head. “No thanks. Guess I know now why teens aren’t supposed to drink.” She took a deep breath. “I’m never drinking again. Ever!”

He nodded sympathetically. Hangovers. It would take at least a few more hours before she felt any better. Reece gently rubbed her back as she sat with her head hanging between her knees. Payton tried to act as normally as possible, but all she wanted was for him to leave her alone. Before last night, if she were sick, the thought of him taking care of her would have been the sweetest thing in the world. Now, if he would just leave her alone, she could actually breathe.

He kissed her softly on her forehead. “I love you,” he said. “I want you to be OK.”

As if forcing the words out of her mouth, she managed to say them back. “Love you too.”

Reece took down their tent and loaded up their stuff so they could go home. Stacie walked the property with Sophie and Trevor. The damage was worse than she had feared. Trash. A broken bench, two fire pits that needed to be emptied or her parents would know they’d been there, unmade beds, bathrooms that needed to be cleaned, as did the kitchen. She’d received a text that her parents were on their way back into town. Trevor started gathering as many people as he could who weren’t feeling like crap to pitch in and help clean up the place. There were a lot of teens who had overdone it and were feeling as ill as Payton, all vowing to never touch a drink again—that likely wouldn’t last. If you arrived in a truck, bags of trash were going home with you; how you disposed of them was your problem. He pointed to Reece’s truck; Reece nodded. That was fine. Load it up, he’d find somewhere to dump it on his way out of there. Aubrey, Maddie, and Payton were starting to get messages from their parents, as were most of them. Stalling for too much longer was going to be a problem. Stacie opted to allow her parents to believe random trespassers camped out on the broken bench, or weather had worn it down. She knew it didn’t look weather-worn, so was going with random trespassers. The likelihood of them buying it, slim to none, but it was all she had to go with. The key would be getting the inside of the house to look as pristine as it had upon their arrival, and that was proving to be problematic. Overall it looked somewhat passable, if her mom didn’t purposely inspect it, but to say it looked the way it had upon arrival was a stretch. It was clear that someone had been in the house; that’s all there was to it. Stacie had a plan. The next time they went to the lake house, she would take a few friends and hopefully they could head up there early. Let her friends pick rooms; that way her mom wouldn’t enter them. It just might work—doubtful, but possible.

Maddie, being a sweet friend, offered to drive Payton’s car home. In her mind, she thought Payton would ride with Reece, and Aubrey would ride with her before meeting and switching drivers. She was shocked when Payton turned her down. Even more surprising was that Payton asked Maddie not to mention her offer to Reece.

“I won’t,” she promised. “But what’s going on? Did you guys have a fight?”

Payton shook her head. It was the first time ever she wished that they had. Fights were easy. You got mad and you got over it. Hurt and confused, and she didn’t know how to deal with that yet, especially the confused part. Something else she didn’t know how to deal with: the situation or mess she was in. If she objected to having sex with someone she loved more than anything or anyone else in the world, did that count as being defiled? She couldn’t even think the words, let alone say them out loud, that were trying to pop into her head. Did that count as rape? She had said “not yet,” hadn’t she? But she didn’t use the word “no.” The waters were muddied. Impaired judgments, both parties, and he loved her and she loved him. Confused. Scared. Ashamed. Payton struggled to say her goodbyes. A forced, swift kiss was all she could manage before she climbed into her car with her friends.

“OK, babe, follow me,” Reece instructed.

“Got it.”

“Love you,” he said.

“Love you too,” she barely spat out.

Payton didn’t have the answers that she needed, and she didn’t know half of what to expect from the consequences of the situation that had taken place the night before. Emotions she’d never felt before ran through her, and she wasn’t mature enough to know what to do with them or how to feel. Fears she didn’t know existed consumed her mind. Damage beyond repair had only just begun, and she hadn’t even made it home.

Text Copyright © 2017 Amanda M. Thrasher All rights reserved. Published 2017 by Progressive Rising Phoenix Press, LLC

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Truth, As Strange As Fiction: Betsy Wetsy

betsey wetseyThe Authors Words: Betsy Wetsy – The Back story for Simple Things by JD Holiday

The Christmas in 1956 a truck delivering gifts from the Spiegel catalog company caught fire on route to New Jersey the week before the holiday. My parents ordered the toys from it that year. Once informed by mail that the accident occurred my parents must have been in a panic. After all, they spent all the money they had allotted for Christmas on that order. But Spiegel, one of an American  direct order catalog company at that time founded in 1865, assured them they would make good on their delivery, even if some of the items would not be exactly what was ordered.

The Spiegel along with the Sears catalogs consisted of numerous pages devoted to toys for the Christmas season which us kids poured over from the time the catalogs arrived in the mail thorough the Christmas season until that wonderful Christmas morning. My parents, to make the excitement last for us, or maybe them, they liked sharing the season’s enthusiastic passion with us. For the whole month of November up until my parent acquire the expected toys would take us to the 2 or 3 local toy stores several times to observe the items we fancied. They would either go back and buy what we liked or order from either the or SEARS catalogs. I wanted the Betsy Wetsy doll that drink and wet, bottle and diapers included! The Betsy Wetsy dolls were originally issued by the Ideal Toy Company of New York in 1934. It “drink-and-wet,” and was one of the most popular dolls of its kind in the Post–World War II baby boom era.

We were about to get ready for bed Christmas eve when commotion began outside the single family home we rented in Totowa, New Jersey on the same block a the town cemetery. The surprise of this intrusion changed the nightly routine. The family was sitting around our living room as people did in the 1950s just to watch the beauty of our decorated and lit tree. The door bell rang to the front porch of the house. My father got up and went to look. “No one look out the window,” he commanded.

He was clearly expecting something to happen. We would learn much later that he and my mother were not so sure the toys would actually make it by truck from the companies headquarters in Chicago.

My father closed the door behind him as he went out onto the porch where muffled voices began followed by a lot of bumping and crashing sounds.

Our mother scurried to get us upstairs to our rooms and into bed leaving us children unsure of what was occurring.

Christmas morning, I was thrilled to see all the wonderful looking packages under the tree. That is until I ripped open the box to see my Betsy Wetsy doll. But it wasn’t her. It was a doll I haven’t seen before. I received a knockoff.

I cried throwing the baby doll to the floor, “It’s not her!”

But she’s a baby,” my father said, with a sympathetic facial expression for the rubber baby. He bent down and picked up the doll and rocked it while holding it tenderly.

I don’t want her. I want Betsy,” I told him.

But look. I think the baby’s hurt,” he said, mocking more sadness.

I looked over his arms to see the baby’s face. She didn’t seem to be hurt, but just so cute. I took her from him and hugged her. My Betsy. I was five.

©2018  J.D. Holiday

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Character Quotes from Reaching for the Moon by Dellani

character-quotes-image“When you marry her, will I still have a job?”


Trent had moved toward the kitchen, intent on a beer. He was thinking about Amanda and how her lips tasted—like vanilla. He thought a beer might clash with it, so opted for a glass of white wine instead.

“Your new secretary. When you marry her, will I still have a job?”

“Who says I’m marrying her?”

“Sunny Citrus,” Arthur replied knowingly. “Admit it, you’re hooked.”

Trent tried to laugh it off, but couldn’t. Arthur, as usual, had seen deep into his soul and found the truth. He had a unnerving knack for that.

“Yes,” Trent replied as he put the bottle back in the refrigerator.

“Good. I didn’t want to have to spiff up my resume. It’s such a bother.”

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Mrs. Fitz, a moment please.”

A moment with Stella would ensure a parking spot on the football field. Instead I painted on a face and did fake graciousness to the hilt.

“Just one I am running late for class.”

“Too much nooky will do that.”

“Stella, your point…?”

“Yes …right. I just wanted to express condolences for the nasty find in the dumpster last night.  Glad it was you and not one of our senior residents.”

“Well there are nasty parts of every job, Stella. Now if you will excuse me I have to find a spot in the parking lot at school. I have a test to write. If we can discuss this later, whatever this is I will happy to lend you an ear.”

“Humph, aren’t you a bit long in the tooth for school?”

“More to life than collecting rent ma’am.”



I went down the hall to the laundry room. I couldn’t even fathom doing a load before checking the traps and washing out all the machines before using one. I was just putting my loads in when Stella flounced in. I gave her a look that said “Don’t start lady.” She’s either dense or doesn’t care and got on my case about the eulogy.

“Ya know Stella, you can shove your eulogy. I don’t know the guy. The other tenants aren’t being forthcoming with details except for stuff I refuse to put in a tribute to the dead man. I also don’t have the time for this crap and it’s not my job.”


“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.


“Hey Myrna what’s up?” I was trying to ignore the elephant in the hallway.

“Laura, you know this person?” Myrna said pointing to Stella behind her.

“Yes I do unfortunately. Stella, what are you doing here? Weren’t you locked up in a prison somewhere?”

“I got out!” She was smiling smugly.

“Out? Stella, you killed your husband! How could they let you out? It’s only been nine months!

Stella smirked and said “my lawyer appealed and we won!”

Myrna piped up with “he’s probably a shyster!”

I suppressed a chuckle and asked Myrna “what seems to be the problem?

Myrna replied “this woman and on my door demanding to come in and look around. She claims she lived here before!”

I sighed. “Yes Myrna there goes Larry was Stella’s ex-husband.”

Dumbfounded, Myrna turned to Stella. “So you’re the nagging so and so he complains about!”

“Wait! Stella uttered “Larry, dead Larry, talks to you?”

Myrna smiled wickedly “yes and the things he tells me!”


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Character Quotes from A Tisket, A Tasket; a Miracle, Mississippi Book by Dellani

character-quotes-imageDo you see anyone else here?”

Blue eyes focused on his face, dark brows were drawn together. “You seeing things again, Casey?”

Be serious. Have I ever given you a reason to think I don’t love you?”

She didn’t answer, too stunned to reply.

Do you think I want to be with some other girl? Do you want to be with another guy?”

I just—it seems weird—don’t you want to be with other girls?”

Why should I? Do you want a different guy?”

Why would you ask me that, Brian. That’s mean!”

You just asked me…. Never mind.”

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Character Quotes from When Tis Done by Dellani

When Tis Done coverPasting a smile on his face, he descended the stairs, opening his arms to the group. “My God, if it’s not Maribelle Girard!” He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I guess you ended up with this goob, huh?” He shook Miles’ hand, grinning. “Which ones are yours?”

Maribelle called to a tall, blue eyed teen with sandy blond hair. He was holding a pretty, dark eyed toddler.

“This is our boy, Brian, and our little girl, Elise.”

The little girl flung herself at Neil, patting his cheeks as he smiled at her. A lump rose in his throat.

“She’s a beauty, for sure. Hey, Sugarbean!”

Elise squeezed his mouth, making a Mwa sound at him, though she didn’t kiss him.

“She just started doing that, but never with a complete stranger. You have a way with children,” Maribelle said as her daughter lunged at her.

“I’m great with little girls, it’s grown women I have trouble with,” he confided to Miles and Brian.

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Among the Shine Clan – Part 17

among the shine clan coverStopped in the slow motion field, Fiddlestix can’t attack Pete, until Deacon shoves him into the field, too. She manages to sever his spine with her cyberblade, and Deacon releases her. Together, they join the others, with Pete’s handler console in hand. With it, they gain control of the cyber warriors.

“Still two on the other side,” Fiddlestix yelled as she ran the other direction.

Deacon and Harmony followed in her wake. Deacon told his men to destroy the cyber warriors as he ran after her. Gunfire greeted them at the west gate. Fiddlestix was about to run out when one of Deacon’s men grabbed her. He dragged her back toward Deacon, kicking and punching.

“Whoa!” he yelled. “Don’t go out there. You’ll get caught in a crossfire!”

“I have to shut them down.”

“Your people are out there. We can’t communicate with them. They have the cyber warriors pinned down, but they’re firing up this way. Tell them to hold their fire so you can do your job.”

“Sorry about the fist in the balls,” she replied shyly before telling Diaz to stand down.

Harmony joined her as the doors opened. The cyber warriors, much the worse for their encounter with her team, surrendered before she sent the command code to shut them down. One actually smiled, welcoming the release. These two she allowed to live.

“I can’t come back completely empty handed. I’ve got enough trouble with McLain as it is. These guys are expensive. I’ve probably cost the Army five million at least.”

“Cart them back for parts,” Diaz suggested. “Parts is parts, boss.” She winked at Fiddlestix.

Setting her soldiers to help with cleanup, reparations and burial detail, Fiddlestix decided she deserved a well earned rest. Deacon led her back to the main compound, down a series of corridors, to a door bearing his name. Hesitating a moment, he leaned against the wall.

“So,” he said with a confident, cocky grin. “You told me when all this was over, you’d join me in my quarters. Was that you just blowing air, Hannah? Or did you mean it?”

Chuckling, she gazed up at him. They were both filthy, covered with blood, cyber hydraulic fluid and other muck she’d rather not categorize. “I seem to remember asking for a shower, Deacon. Is that included in the home tour?”

He leaned toward her, lips mere inches from hers. “Anything you want.” He kissed her.

She tasted hydraulic fluid on his mouth, but she didn’t care. His kiss was even better now that they had time to enjoy it. He opened the door to his quarters with a wave of his palm. The door slid shut automatically behind them and he locked it, setting a privacy light before walking with her to the narrow shower stall.

They helped one another bathe, scrubbing stubborn grime or washing unreachable places in the middle of their backs. It was the most erotic shower Fiddlestix had ever experienced. Deacon’s hands and lips moved in a slow, sultry dance over her body as they dried off. Overly anxious, unable to control themselves any longer, they raced to the bed. There was a momentary struggle to see who got to be on top, but he finally conceded her win when she ran her cyber hand slowly between his legs.

“I don’t know whether to enjoy that, or worry like hell,” he grinned as she straddled him.

“Which excites you more? Go with that.”

They made love so many times, they lost count. Each time was different and better. They experimented, discovering everything they could about one another. They knew their time together was short, and they were determined to use it to the fullest. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep, not waking until noon the next day.

Jasper pounded on Deacon’s door. Despite the privacy light, he was determined to wake his brother. Deacon answered naked and angry.


“Have you forgotten that you’re expected somewhere in half an hour?”

“Shit!” Deacon grabbed a clean uniform out of the closet.

Flinging on his clothing, he realized Fiddlestix had nothing to wear but her filthy uniform. His clothes were miles too big. He tossed a robe at her, telling her to be patient.

“I’ll find you something. Betsy and you are about the same size.” He went down the hall and banged on Betsy’s door.

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Character Quotes from A Gothic Romance? By Dellani

character-quotes-imageAngelica hung up and put her head on her desk. She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to scream. Wishing she could make up an excuse to go out, she sat there contemplating the texture of the desk calendar on her nose and forehead.

You okay?” Her door shut quietly and Lance squatted next to her.

Turning her head slightly, she eyed him. His hair was even more tousled than normal, giving him an endearing, schoolboy aspect.

Ask me tomorrow.”

I don’t want to know tomorrow. I want to know now. Because this is not the Angel I know. This is—I don’t know what this is. Not you.”

Petra. Sal.” She made a noise like an explosion.


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Character Quotes from Drenched by Dellani

character-quotes-imageDinner was delicious. I haven’t had that good a steak in a long time. And this is delicious cheesecake.”

And you are very beautiful.”

Thank you. I don’t date my boss, Dylan.”

Not your boss yet, Elizabeth. And honestly, if I had anyone else more qualified, to swoop in and take the job, I’d hire them in a second.”

Why? I’m very qualified and I need this job!” She frowned, quite unhappy with his words.

Dylan’s lips brushed her palm, sending a shiver down her spine. “Because you won’t date your boss.” He kissed her hand again, dark eyes fixed on hers.

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Character Quotes from It Takes a Thief by Dellani

it-takes-a-thief-cover“Just how much money do you have, kid?” Tim Stuart asked. He was probably ten years or so older than Jason.

“Do you want the real answer or the one I give the IRS?”

“You pay taxes?”

“I’m in investments as a side business. It gives me an air of legitimacy and something to fall back on in my dotage. You have to realize that a chap in my profession, if he starts young, has maybe twenty good years. That’s if he’s lucky and doesn’t get caught. In any case, a man needs a retirement fund. I can’t exactly file for Social Security, can I?”

“I suppose not,” Tim answered.

“My investment business brings in a modest income. Around five million a quarter.”

The men choked on their coffee.

“That’s what you clear?” Greg Kisler gasped.

“Yeah, well, thereabouts.”

“Why steal things then?”

Jason leaned forward as if he were imparting the secrets of the universe. “Because investments are boring as bloody hell, mate.”

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