Cereal Authors, Dellani Oakes

Character Quotes from A Little White Lie by Dellani

white lie coverA Little White Lie is one of nine short stories and novellas, in Lone Wolf Tales.

“Not that one. Pick any of the others.” Penny handed the list back to Wil, pushing the hand held computer into his chest.

“Why?”

She had turned away, walking toward the door. Stopping, she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder. “Bad karma,” and said nothing more. Squaring her shoulders, she huffed out of the room, back to whatever she had been doing.

Ben pretended to be terribly busy with something else and said nothing. Wil was confused. Blinking rapidly, a slight flush rose in his cheeks. He walked to the nearest computer console and called up files on “Emory, R.A.” What he saw made him less happy than before.

“Look at this guy! Every mission he’s been on in the last five years has ended in disaster.”

Ben leaned over Wil’s shoulder, reading the information on the screen. “Last man standing every time? Only one left of ten, last of fifteen…. This sounds suspicious, Wil. Each was a team like ours, super soldiers. Isn’t that what the brass call us?”

“I have a bad feeling about this guy, Ben. But you know, I think his luck has run out. I want him on my team.”

“Are you crazy? We could all end up like those others with him last man standing again!”

Wil’s face went blank. “I’ll put him against me any day and bet heavily on myself. If he’s taking out our kind, he’s a traitor, just like Lill.”

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Character Quotes from Full Measure by Dellani

character-quotes-imageThe blonde came back out of the bathroom, weaving even more than when she’d gone in. She bumped into the broad shouldered, leather clad form. Apologizing, she patted his chest to assure him they were both all right and wandered back to her seat. Dark, predatory eyes watched hungrily. Shoulder length black, curly hair hung in his face, partially concealing lean, almost wolf-like features. She was beautiful and she smelled amazing—like spice—and lust. No, dammit, that was his lust he smelled. She smelled like something he couldn’t name. Something that drew him like iron to a magnet.

“Told you,” Stan said quietly.

“I told you to shut it,” the dark haired man grumbled. “I’d better go before they see me.”

“Coward.”

“Sellout.”

“If you don’t want her, can I have her?” Stan asked as the man laid money on the bar.

“Bugger off,” he growled as he left through the back door.

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Character Quotes from Honeymoon by Dellani

character-quotes-imageBabe, you’re going strapped to dinner?” Jasper asked.

Yes, of course,” Nadeya replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Well, don’t rack it, okay? I don’t want to shoot myself in the dick when I feel you up.”

Giggling, Nadeya made sure the safety was on and didn’t chamber the first round. “You?”

Sighing resignedly, Jasper put his sidearm on his hip, pulling his shirt over it.

Got your license with you?” he asked unnecessarily.

Really?”

I’m a cop. I have to ask.”

She flipped open her wallet. “Happy?”

I’ll be happier in bed with carryout.”

I want a meal we don’t have to eat out of a box.”

Okay, as my lady wife wishes.”

They exchanged a kiss. “But dessert is to go and I get to eat it off you.”

Deal.”

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Character Quotes from Rebound by Dellani

character-quotes-imageWe each took another step closer. Her arms snaked around my waist. My lips brushed hers—once, twice—before I kissed her. It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss, but a gentle one to show her how much I cared. Maris shivered as we kissed. She pulled suddenly away, burying her face in my shirt and burst into tears.

What did I do wrong? Shit!

I held her, stroking her hair, talking quietly to her. I wanted to ask what I’d done, but I didn’t know how. She stopped crying, hugging me tightly.

“No one ever kissed me like that. It was so sweet!” She raised her chin, smiling up at me. “You’re so sweet.”

“No guy likes to be told he’s sweet, Maris.”

She frowned slightly, pouting. “Why not? Sweet is a good thing.”

“We want to be hot and desirable and manly,” I said in a silly, deep voice.

“But you’re all that too,” she replied.

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Sassy Sarcasm from Snowed by Dellani

Snowed cover 4Probably one of the most sarcastic characters I’ve ever encountered, is Michael Reuben from Snowed. A displaced New Yorker, Michael now lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming. How did he end up there? Well, he was trying hard to get away from his controlling, nagging mother. He loves Ma, but she’s got a way of getting under his skin in less than 10 seconds. It’s his birthday, and his mother calls to sing to him. Below is his birthday phone call, which gives you a good idea what their relationship is like:

The fact that I am 1,743 miles away from Kings County, New York is a decided plus. My mother hates to fly and there is no way she’ll drive twenty-seven hours just to see me. She can’t stand the bus or the train either and no one in their right mind would travel with her anyway, so I’m safe. Except on my birthday and over the phone.

“So how’s my little Mikey-wikey like being twenty-seven?”

“It’s peachy, Ma.”

“Do you have a girlfriend yet?”

“Mother, please. Do we have to start on that?”

“Your younger brother is married with three kids.”

“I can’t help he can’t keep it in his pants, Ma. I haven’t found the right girl.”

“Are you sure you’re not gay?” The tone was teasing, but the old bitch meant it.

Normally, such a question wouldn’t offend me. Because even if I’m not married with three kids like my brother, I’ve gotten more tail than he’ll ever get. Sweet, luscious, all kinds of sexy tail. . . . And I’m talking to my mother with my balls in a vice. Because even if I’ve gotten more than him, it’s not been so much lately.

“I got to get ready for work, Ma. I got a long day with the bus. Kids got a field trip.”

“I’d think you could give five minutes to your mother.” She sniffled, pulling the New York Guilt Trip on me. “The woman who loves you. The woman who gave you life!” She was really pouring it on, pulling out all the stops. “Who lives so far away, she can’t see her oldest son on his birthday! Her son who is almost thirty!”

“Don’t be adding years to my age. Twenty-seven is not almost thirty!”

“Almost thirty! You’ll be thirty before I get a single grandchild from you. The fruit of your loins, the. . . .”

“Ma! I get the idea.” I totally hate when she starts like that. Fruit of the Loom, maybe I want to discuss with my mother. Fruit of my loins is not on the list of top 10 subjects for parental discussion.

“I called to tell you I’m coming for a visit,” she said quickly and hung up.

“Ma! Ma?”

Cursing loudly, I sat there yelling at a dead phone. I called her back in a New York minute. Her tone was very smug.

“I see. Now you have time to talk to your mother.”

I didn’t say anything. Replying to that remark simply gets me in trouble and gives her more ammunition against me. I haven’t been her son twenty-seven years without figuring out a thing or two.

“I’ll be there this time next week.”

“Do I need to make arrangements to pick you up at the airport?”

“I’m not flying. I’m driving out.”

“What? How? You don’t drive!”

“I have a new friend. I’ll be riding with my friend—In a Lexus.”

“This friend wouldn’t happen to be a man, would it?”

“Why, Michael Aaron Reuben, what a question to ask!” She tried to sound appalled. She was too damn smug.

“But it is a guy. And how do you know this guy? How good a friend is he?”

“If you lived here, you’d know. Your brother has met him.”

“Good for him, Ma. Good for Gabriel, he’s met this mystery man. I’m happy for him. So, this guy. . . .”

“His name is Chester.”

“Okay.” I paused. The silence asked the next question for me.

“He’s a dentist with a very good practice.”

I continued to wait for her to supply the information.

“And he’s got a nice house, a beautiful car. . . .”

“Okay. . . .”

“You could be more enthusiastic.”

“I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“What?”

“The downside of this conversation. I’m waiting for it. Like, he’s got six months to live or he’s going to prison or something.”

“You’re too sarcastic, Mikey.”

“No, Ma, me, I’m cynical. Sarcastic too, but what you’re hearing in my voice right now is cynicism, not sarcasm.”

“Don’t be a smart aleck. It’s unbecoming for a son of mine.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“His name is Chester.”

“Yes, ma’am. You said that already.”

“I don’t like your tone, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And I don’t like being called ma’am very much.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that.”

“Then why do you keep saying it?”

“It seemed the best way to keep out of trouble. Look, Ma—I really do need to run.”

“Your brother has a big house,” she continued as if none of the other conversation existed.

“Yes. I’ve seen it. Big house, huge, very lavish.”

“And what have you got?”

“A cramped two bedroom apartment. What’s your point?”

“Your brother has three children—almost four.”

“His wife is pregnant again? Good grief! They never heard of birth control?”

“And you don’t have any.”

“Well, that’s not a for sure. There was that time in Atlantic City I hooked up with that chick at the roulette table and we fooled around most of the night. I could of got her pregnant. . . .”

“Michael! Such a thing to say to me!”

“You’re always wanting to discuss my fruit, Ma. I could have fruit. I could have lots of fruit. I’m a pretty fertile guy, love to sow my seed. In fact, I bet even if Gabe’s been married five years, I’ve sown more seed than he has. Maybe not here lately. . . .”

“We’re bringing someone to meet you,” Ma continued, ignoring my comments.

“Oh? I thought you and Chet were coming alone.”

“Chester. He doesn’t approve of nicknames.”

“Whatever. Who is it?”

“His daughter. She’s about your age. She’s not married. Divorced—very well. . . .”

“Then she’s not gonna want a bus driver for a husband.”

“The point is, he treated her lousy. She needs a good man. You may be a loser, but you wouldn’t treat her bad.”

“I’m not a loser, Ma. This is a career choice.”

“Some career! You drive a bus full of noisy, rotten kids! What kind of job is that for a man your age?”

I sighed, having had this conversation more than once. “Ma, I gotta go. Big day today with the field trip.”

Her only reply was a sniffle. I was supposed to pick up on this and get all tender and sympathetic, but I didn’t care. My life had been laid out in front of me in black and white. Perhaps I’m not too happy with what I’m seeing. Perhaps the worst thing in the world is to turn twenty-seven and be a bus driver in Cheyenne, Wyoming—but I doubt it.

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Character Quotes from When Tis Done by Dellani

When Tis Done coverLucy came forward shyly. He went down on one knee to be on her level. She handed him a drawing of two men standing together, a huge fish hanging between them.

“This is you and Daddy fishing,” she said with a gap toothed grin. “I copied the picture on Mamaw’s dresser.”

“Yes, I remember this day. We went to the river and caught that granddaddy catfish. He was some good eating, wasn’t, he Dora?”

“Yes, the way Mama fixed it. Me, I’d have burnt it to a crisp.”

“Thanks, Peanut. This is great!”

“I’m Lucy, not Peanut!”

“Oh, sorry Lima Bean!”

She stamped her foot, pretending to pout, but the giggle escaped her. “You’re silly, Uncle Neil.”

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Character Quotes from Beach Babe by Dellani

character-quotes-imageAre you always this grumpy when you wake up?” Dechlan asked.

I don’t know. I leave myself alone in the mornings. I am not an accurate barometer of my moods.”

He kissed me lingeringly, rubbing his lips over mine when he’d finished. “I guarantee, when you wake up with me, I’ll put a smile on your face.”

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Among the Shine Clan, Dellani Oakes

Among the Shine Clan – Part 11 by Dellani

among-the-shine-clan-coverFiddlestix and Deacon have finally calmed down enough to talk professionally about their mutual problem with the cyber warriors. She asks him if they are under surveillance and he assures her, they are. They’re sitting quietly, with a blue light flashing on their necks.

“Oh, shit. Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Why, Hannah, what’s wrong?”

“They’re recharging, getting new orders. It’s a satellite uplink straight from the commander’s office. Take me there now.”

“Hannah, I….”

“Now, Deacon. I’m not kidding!” She rose, marching for the door.

He followed her, his long legs eating up the distance between them. Suddenly all business again, he said, “Follow me.”

“My man, Kazinski. We’ll need him.”

Deacon spoke into his communication set. “Deacon to Jasper. Find the man Kazinski. We need him. Hannah and I are on our way to the north gate. Meet us there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jasper wasted no time explaining that Kaz wasn’t going to be happy being interrupted when he was in Betsy’s company. He knew Deacon wouldn’t care. They’d both been interrupted often enough when an emergency came up.

Deacon led Fiddlestix to a vehicle depot. Vaulting into a Jeep, he rammed it into gear and took off at top speed. He drove quickly to the north gate. Jasper, Kaz and Harmony pulled up only minutes behind them. To men in their position, uninterrupted sex was a luxury. Deacon dashed over to a small alcove off the main hallway. Inside there was a sophisticated surveillance set up. Striding to the screen, he zoomed in on the cyber soldiers. Something weird caught Fiddlestix’ eye as she watched the screen.

“It’s a loop,” she gasped. “They’ve circumvented your security system. They could be anywhere!” Knocking Deacon aside with her hip, she tapped some commands into the computer. The loop ended and they saw the hallway was empty.

“Damnation!” Deacon bellowed. “Find them.” He told his men. “Find them now.”

Jasper brought Kaz up moments later. Wasting no time, Fiddlestix held out her hand to him.

“Scanner.”

“I’ll find ’em for you, Master Sergeant.” He plugged into the console quickly.

Under Kaz’s magic touch, red blips appeared on his screen. The life signs of the cybered men appeared. Breathing slowly, trying to keep calm, Kaz held the scanner for her to see.

Fiddlestix went pale. Some of the men were coming down the branching hallways, not more than half a mile from their location.

Deacon blanched. “What now, Hannah-Belle?”

“Now we gear up and fight, Deacon.” Using hand signals, she directed her men to follow her.

Deacon removed the cyber damper from her arm and handed them weapons. He and his men armed themselves and followed. Fortunately, the Shine Clan used a system of signals close to their own. They were able to communicate without speaking. As they moved forward, Fiddlestix told Kaz to key in the fail safe codes for the warriors. He knew to initiate the codes when each soldier came in range. Fiddlestix hoped to take out Pete Livingston. He would be well guarded. The cyber teams took preservation of their handler very seriously.

Unwilling to let them come to her, Fiddlestix made her way down the corridor, seeking the nearest warrior. By the scanner, he looked to be in a side room. What the room was or why he was there, she didn’t know. Turning off her communicator, she indicated Deacon should do the same.

“What’s in that room?” She pointed to Kaz’ scanner.

Deacon sighed heavily. “It’s a computer sub station. From there they can tap into anything they want. Life support runs through there, power, water, blast doors. Everything.”

“Why was it left unguarded?”

“It wasn’t.” Deacon looked sad. “It was well protected.”

“We cry later,” she whispered, taking his hand firmly.

His eyes met hers with a grim determination. His mouth was set in a defiant line as he nodded. Together, they went quietly to the sub station room. Dead and dying littered the hall. Forcing himself not to look at them, Deacon led her to the doorway.

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Character Quotes from Deserted by Dellani

character-quotes-image“I’m terribly sorry to bother you, Mr. Beard, but that woman is here.”

The way she said that woman made him instantly aware of who she was referring to.

“Get Mr. Sebring again, immediately. Use my phone. Tell him Marv said get his ass here pronto. Use those exact words.”

She shut the door behind her, went to his desk and made the call. She said exactly what he told her to, hung up with a click and turned to him, a look of grim determination on her pretty, pixie like face.

“How shall I stall her, Mr. Beard?”

He grinned his relief. Here was a woman who understood him and wasn’t afraid to take charge. She had more grit than he’d thought this morning when he met her.

“What do you suggest?” He waited with a patient smile.

“I’ll tell her you’re on the phone with a very important person and can’t be disturbed at the moment. I’ll get her coffee laced with strychnine and make her sit on her bony ass until Mr. Sebring arrives.”

Marv suppressed a loud laugh, snorting instead, as he turned somewhat red in the face. “Leave out the strychnine and you’ve got the right idea. Tell me your name again. For some reason it escapes me.”

Her smirk was full of suppressed glee. “Shelly. If I’d been dealing with Lucretia Borgia, I’d forget me too. Okay, coffee, hold the poison. Got it.”

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Character Quotes from Lone Wolf by Dellani

LONE WOLF“Drew, I need to have you lock the miners down to travel. Start the prelims on cryo,” Marc ordered.

“How soon are we leaving?”

“As soon as we can get shipshape.”

Matisse saluted sharply. “We’ll be ready, sir.” Grinning, he turned to leave. “Wish me luck with a new miner. Tall, redhead, green eyes, great body….”

“Since when do you need just luck, Drew? You need a damn miracle!”

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