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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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What Readers Are Saying About Bitter Betrayal by Amanda Thrasher

Bitter BetrayalFantastic book! By Saraon May 3, 2017

I love Amanda’s style. She puts herself in the shoes of all of her characters and makes their side of the stories, with their perspectives and emotions, come to life. You’re happy when they’re happy, and you hurt when they hurt. She draws you in, making it so hard to put her books down! Amanda has a knack for recounting very real events/situations. It is so unfortunate that situations such as these occur, and Amanda’s way of raising awareness around them is probably one of the best ways to prevent future occurrences. Possibly one of the saddest things to see is how society has evolved with the prevalence of technology and social media. Yes, there are some wonderful benefits of being so connected and having access to just about all of the information you might ever need at your finger tips.

However, this interconnectedness also enables us to make rash decisions before we’ve even had a chance to process possible consequences. Unfortunately, it is often difficult to fully comprehend long-term consequences of any action, especially when we have any number of things influencing us either consciously or subconsciously. While Amanda focuses on these issues in teens, they are experienced by people of all ages. It is for that reason that I believe a broader audience would benefit greatly from reading this book. We can all have a profoundly positive impact on our own well-being and that of others, we just need to be aware of what to look for. Thank you, Amanda, for bringing these issues to light!

Bitter Betrayal is a game changer in a world where Society claims there are no rules By Donna on February 1, 2018

Amanda Thrasher is a word magician who grabs her readers from page one to pull them into the devastating roller coaster ride of two teens flirting with premarital sex and underage drinking, not understanding the consequences that will follow them for the rest of their lives. Written with just the right amount of true-life, raw emotion without being overexposed. Bitter Betrayal should be required reading for today’s teens who are constantly bombarded with the lies of Hollywood or social media.

A Compelling and Necessary Read By Jacqueline E Smithon July 12, 2017

Having read Ms. Thrasher’s book The Greenlee Project, I knew that Bitter Betrayal would be just as compelling, just as brutally honest, and just as necessary. Hear me now: these are not easy books to read. They’re not your typical good-time YA romances. They are very real books dealing with very harsh realities that today’s teenagers face, particularly in our world of modern technology and social media. Overall, this book is an excellent read. At first, upon finishing it, I thought that I would have ended it differently. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this is exactly how life often plays out. Fiction tends to wrap itself up and tie all the loose ends together and see to it that everyone pays the price for their actions, but that’s not the way that real life works. That’s what I love so much about Ms. Thrasher’s books. She isn’t afraid to write for truth or to discuss those topics that are so often ignored and yet so very relevant to teens today.

Can We Talk? By Deanna Klingelon April 30, 2017

This is a well-written story of teenage angst, of dealing with emotions they aren’t yet equipped to cope with, or even understand. It’s a story of “good kids” making a bad decision and not knowing how to stop the consequences or even to imagine what those consequences might turn out to be. It’s the story of how a bad idea, which sounded like fun at the time, destroys the comfortable social lives they all wish for. For young readers, it’s a heads-up, this is how it feels when you have to see the look of shock and disappointment in the eyes of parents who love you. This is how shame feels. For parents, it’s a heads-up, these are things you need to talk openly about with your teens, now, before someone else does. The author does a thorough job of baring teen and parent emotions equally. Thoughtful questions at the end makes an easy entry for parents who must have this discussion. Read the book together and talk about it.

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Character Quotes from Playmates by Dellani

character-quotes-image“Now, your turn,” Al faced Max. “You can tell all Rada’s secrets.” He waited, eyeing Max.

Max blanched, appalled. “No, I can’t. She’ll kill me.”

“But she did. Turnabout is fair play.”

“Not according to my mother and four older sisters. A man doesn’t share details, even with the woman’s best friend.” Somewhat taken aback, he took an anxious sip of his drink.

“Aaand, he passes,” Alistair said, clapping. “It’s official, Rada. He’s perfect. Can we have him cloned and make one for me, please?”

“Wait. That was a test?”

“A man never speaks about his lady,” Al intoned solemnly. “I have older sisters too. Back when we thought I was straight, I got the talk.”

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Sarcasm!Because beating the sh*t out people is illegal.

DEFINITION OF SARCASM

ACCORDING TO WIKIPEDIA

Sarcasm is “a sharp, bitter, or cutting expression or remark; a bitter gibe or taunt“.[1][2] Sarcasm may employ ambivalence,[3] although sarcasm is not necessarily ironic.[4] Most noticeable in spoken word, sarcasm is mainly distinguished by the inflection with which it is spoken[5] and is largely context-dependent.[6]–

AN EXAMPLE OF SARCASM FROM DEAD TO WRITES MY WORK IN PROGRESS.

A WOMAN AND AN ASSASIN SHE HIRED ARE HAVING A DISCUSSION ABOUT HIS ASSIGNMENT. THEY HATE EACH OTHER AND THE SARCASM IS RUNNING WILD IN THIS CONVERSATION.

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Hello, Oscar.  I need your services now!”

No way, we are done” Oscar replied at the other end of the phone.

Not so much.  Ozzie “she knew how much he hated that nickname and used it just to piss him off.  “Are you forgetting that accident you cause that I failed to report just to keep you in line?  “

Listen, Ms. Lewis.  I’m not above turning myself in for that.  You don’t scare me bitch!”

Fine just do me this one last favor and call it even okay?  She knew she was pleading.

I’ll do it but just remember all those things you had me do before that I doubt were about the law.  You even try to screw me over the authorities are going to hear about it!  Got That?”

Fine just get here as soon as you possibly can.  I need this taken care of immediately.  I am in a silver linking Lincoln Continental parked across the street from 22 division on Dundas.  When you get here, Park behind me and climb into my car for instruction.

Lucky thing for you.  I’m close by.  We wouldn’t want me to break any traffic rules, would we?”

“Cut the sarcasm Ozzie and just get here!”  She Replied impatiently.

Yes, your Majesty said with even more dripping sarcasm than before.

Francesca clicked off and decided she would have to deal with him.  Eventually, the same way she would deal with Cassie and Sylvie.

Soon Oscar arrived and parked behind him as instructed.  He climbed in beside Fran.

“Make it quick I really don’t relish spending more time with you that I absolutely have to!”

“Trust me, Oscar.  The feeling is more than mutual let’s get on with it!”

“Let’s get this over with before I lose my lunch.”

I read a lot of books where sarcastic humor is used. I find it to be a great tool for writing and will continue to use it in mine.

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Character Quotes from Russell by Dellani

character-quotes-imageThis one hasn’t got a proper title yet, but the main character’s name is Russell – so there it is.

“Connie says when you’re healed up, she’ll set you up with one of her cousins,” Lloyd promised.

“Yum. I wish I were all right now. Her cousins are delicious.” Russell concealed a sigh of longing.

“Several of whom you’ve sampled.”

“They have been generous enough to share their affections Who am I to say no to beautiful women? I have to wonder, though, why so many of them have.”

“Sharon was very complimentary.”

Sharon was the first of Connie’s cousins Russ had bedded, after his friend’s engagement party a few years ago.

“We had a very good time.”

“Six, is the number bantered about.”

“Six would be accurate.” He tried not to sound too pleased with himself.

“I didn’t even do six on my wedding night. Connie copped out on me. Sharon was so complimentary that the others wanted a taste. Hence, he largess.”

“That was kind of her. Too bad she didn’t come back for lucky number seven. I found her participation exemplary.”

“I don’t wanna know,” he grumbled. “Actually…. What do you do to these women? They talk about you like you’re some sort of sex god.”

“Well, I am.”

“Asshole.”

“Dick.”

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Character Quotes from Family Matters by Dellani

Family Matters coverFamily Matters was my 2015 NaNo novel

“Sit down and have a cup,” Porter invited. “The others are coming. I knew you’d be first. My little Frangi is always early. Now, that brother of yours…. Pfft!” He waved his gnarled hand. “Boy was born late.”

“Boone’s coming?” Olivia tried to keep the eagerness from her voice, but figured she probably failed miserably.

“I thought he was working today?” Frangi said.

“He told me he was coming. Now, whether that means after work, now, or midnight, who can say? That young’un keeps his own time. We got real time and Boone time.”

The women giggled, knowing it was true.

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The Dangerous Side of Teen Dating

I have two teenage daughters at home. My son, now grown, survived the teen years. I’m certain my girls will as well, though they’ll likely receive a few bumps and bruises along the way. Heartache, fallouts with friends, and decisions about future life goals will leave a few scars.

Dating, according to many teens these days, is often nothing more than a hook-up. Sound shocking? Yes! But according to teens, it’s normal. In fact, they rarely call dating, dating anymore. It’s often just referred to as hanging out. I’m hanging out with so-and-so, and then onto the hook-ups. This behavior of hooking up and even random hook-ups is considered normal for many teens. How do I know? I spoke to groups of teens and they spoke candidly and with no fear of their behavior. Local Dr’s told me they treat teens on a regular basis of two to three times a week for STD’s. I know… WHAT?! Scary? It is! It’s not that parents and schools aren’t talking to these kids about the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases or having sex too young because they are, it’s that kids, especially teens, often think that they’re invincible and nothing can happen to them. Some teens were treated over and over by the same Dr. for the same STD, and this is a national problem, not a community issue. In addition to the physical dangers of this type of behavior, the kids often aren’t prepared for the emotional and complications that can come along with behavior that they’re not ready for.

But hanging out and worrying if your kid is hooking-up isn’t the only danger that goes along with teens social lives today. Dying to grow up, surrounded by social media promoting just that, some kids think they’re more mature than they really are, jump into physical relationships taking on more than they can emotionally handle. The problem is they often don’t understand the dangers of that until the emotional rollercoaster starts. Some teens are forced into sexual situations prematurely, especially if they’re not thinking clearly because they’re impaired by using drugs or alcohol. Obviously, the fallout is devastating and can be life-altering.

Concerned about the accounts that I heard from teen after teen, fearful my teens would find themselves in a dangerous situation themselves, I set out to write a novel that would imitate a true-life threatening situation. The situation that occurs in the book, takes place too many times and affects too many young girls/women and boys/men. This type of situation, as in the book, becomes increasingly complicated when the relationship has been a lasting one and something terrible happens. Lines are crossed, emotions are suddenly confused, and lives are forever changed. My hope is that if only one person reads the book, thinks twice about getting into the type of situation described, then I’ve done my job as an author and accomplished what I set out to do with the message in this piece.

I believe I pulled the overall message of Bitter Betrayal off in regards to showing how the dating situation effects young boys/men and girls/women differently due to their emotions and how they handle a dating situation. I believe the scenes that show the destruction of the relationship depicts what happens to some teens when they find themselves in dangerous situations.

I’ll be one of the authors on a panel at the TeenBook Fest by the Bay, speaking to over seven hundred teens about this book. It shows the dangers of miscommunication while being impaired and how great kids make terrible mistakes that affect them for the rest of their lives. The book has won two awards, The Mom’s Choice Awards® (MCA), Gold, which evaluates products and services created for children, families, and educators. The program is globally recognized for establishing the benchmark of excellence in family-friendly media, products, and services, and the New Apple Literary Award, both for YA. If you’re a teen, parent, educator, youth group leader, or a librarian, this book may interest you.

Here’s an excerpt of the book:

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

Sweet as Sugar, Bitter as Poison

Picking a college wasn’t turning out to be as easy as Reece had hoped. The school he wanted to attend was out of state and hadn’t made him any kind of offer yet. His coach had written letters of recommendation. His grades were good, game films highlighting his plays were in the hands of several recruiters, and services that assisted students and parents were working on his behalf. But the waiting part was no fun. His parents wanted him to stay in Texas, but agreed not to stand in his way if a school he liked came knocking.

Reece wanted two things: to attend a D1 school and receive an out-of-state offer. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought too much about Payton or what she thought. There were 347 D1 schools that he was aware of, scattered across forty-nine different states. Some colleges were smaller, private schools and some larger universities, but the odds of Reece receiving a full scholarship were excellent. Coach had said a full ride was more than a realistic possibility; it was a probability, especially riding on his brother’s reputation. Reece idolized his brother and wanted to follow in his footsteps, not easy to do, but he never once felt jealous or envious of his brother’s success. Coach always bragged about Royce and Reece. Proud to have coached them both in their high school years.

“Just like Royce, son. You are capable of playing for a D1 program,” Coach Duncan would say. “You know, those programs can generate millions of dollars in revenue annually for the schools. And like your brother, you could handle the pressure of performing and the expectations of winning.”

Reece believed Coach and worked hard at proving him right. Payton cringed when Reece talked about the schools he wanted to attend, because she knew it meant the inevitable—he’d be leaving. He’d get so excited. His eyes would light up and he’d get animated as he talked. She was happy for him, but sad for herself. Despite the heaviness she felt weighing on her heart and in her head because she missed him already, she tried her best to encourage him. He called her to tell her about an email Coach had received asking about his eligibility. He could tell she was down by how quiet she got on the other end of the phone. Now he knew why he hated to call. He’d rather send her a text than talk.

“You know we’ll stay in touch every day and hang out when I come home.”

“Well, yeah,” she replied, kinda shocked that he had to actually state it. Surely that was understood. Wasn’t it?

“Just checking. You sound down or something.”

Payton shook her head, and then realized she needed to answer. He couldn’t see her through the phone.

“Sorry. I’m fine.”

“I’m almost there. Are you ready?”

“I will be by the time you get here,” she said. “If you let me off the phone!”

When Payton climbed in, Reece raised the console divider in the front seat so she could sit next to him. He’d crank the aux and she’d lay her hand on his leg, unless he was holding hers in his. She loved Friday nights, even more than Saturdays. It was the excitement of spending real time with him after being in school all week. They were going to the movies with Reece’s friends. Aubrey didn’t have a date and even though she could have joined them, she opted out. Payton didn’t mind. All of her attention was on Reece anyway.

“You smell good,” Reece said as soon as Payton climbed into the truck and turned to give him their customary kiss hello.

She knew the perfume she’d sprayed all over her clothes and neck was his favorite perfume; smiling coyly, she kissed him again.

“Trevor might bring some girl,” Reece stated nonchalantly.

Payton laughed. “Like just some random girl, seriously?”

Reese shook his head. “Right! I didn’t ask. He said he might bring some girl. I don’t care who.” He took a sip of Coke. “But I think her name begins with an S. Samantha, Sydney, Sophie, something like that. Chase is coming as well, but I doubt he’ll bring anyone; no one will date that loser.”

As they turned onto Trevor’s street, they saw Trevor outside, leaning against his car with a pretty girl standing next to him. She was tall, slim, and blond. Payton didn’t recall seeing her before, but gave her a quick once-over as they walked toward the truck.

“This is Stacie,” Trevor announced as they climbed into the back.

“Stacie,” Reece repeated, glancing at Payton.

“Hi, Stacie, nice to meet you.” Payton made the introductions for everyone.

Reece looked at Trevor as the girl climbed into the truck and gave him a nod of approval. How did Trevor score a date with that? Trevor looked as if he hadn’t quite figured it out either; he seemed to know exactly what Reece meant as he grinned big, shrugged his shoulders, and threw up his hands. No complaints from him. They had met during one of his classes. She was a transfer. Totally used to rejection, Trevor was bold enough to ask her to go out with them that night. Shockingly she had said yes, and here they were. She was undeniably hot and he wasn’t. Weird.

“You never know if you don’t ask, bro,” Trevor muttered as he patted Reece on the back.

Payton leaned over the back of the seat and spoke to the girl.

“You’ll get used to it. They talk to each other as if we’re not here, and they do a lot of things in groups.” She laughed out loud. “They say girls are bad about doing everything together. OMG! These guys. Stick around, you’ll see.”

Trevor grabbed Stacie’s hand, not sure if he’d actually see her again after that evening, but she didn’t seem to mind. More of Reece’s friends were waiting for them at the movies than they’d expected. Doug, Shane, Tristan, and Lisa. Additional introductions were made, tickets bought, and seats found. Sci-fi was not her thing, but Payton was just glad to be there. The boys enjoyed it, though; she knew because they were relatively quiet throughout the entire show. Unusual.

“Where to?” Payton asked as the credits rolled.

“Lake. Tiger’s trail,” Trevor suggested. “Denis said there’s a party up there tonight.”

Returning to the truck, Reece nodded, turned up the music, slipped his hand into Payton’s, and they took off. Trevor was right. Trucks, cars, and kids were everywhere. There was no telling how long they had until someone called it in, but they were there now. The typical classic red plastic cups found at every teen get-together were being passed around. Beer was drunk by most, but others were slamming liquor brought by kids who could get their hands on it. Some of the kids pretended to drink it. Peer pressure. Payton was one of those kids. She held onto a cup that was handed to her and pretended to sip what was in it. Fake IDs were something else that kids seemed to have easy access to. Payton was dying to look into that, but hadn’t quite been brave enough to attempt it yet. Reece didn’t need one. If he needed anything, Royce took care of him. It was common knowledge that teens were able to get their hands on just about anything they wanted or needed if they had a few dollars. If the price was right, someone always seemed to know someone who could get it or whom to ask. At these parties vodka floated around because it looked like water, was easily found in most homes, and easily mixed with soda, juice, or just about anything else. Every time Payton was handed a drink with vodka in it, her mom’s voice would ring in her head. Kids on booze: not only illegal, but lethal. Her mom had recited these words for years, hoping Payton would avoid the teen drinking scene. Payton was an observer and Reece for the most part was too, unless he was planted somewhere for the night and even then he didn’t usually overdo. But he didn’t mind enjoying the scene with his friends and usually he had fun no matter what, especially with his girl by his side. Handed a beer, Reece shook his head and pointed to his truck.

“Dude, I’ve got a full truck tonight.”

His attention turned to Payton as he reached for the cup and handed it to her.

“Babe, yours is gone, you can have it.”

She wanted to shake her head and decline as well, but against her better judgment she held out her hand. Noticing the hesitation on her face, Reece pulled her toward him and whispered in her ear.

“You’re good, you’re not driving. Plus, you’re with me.”

He put his arms around her waist, leaned forward, and kissed the back of her neck. She turned around to face him and he pulled her even closer, kissing her with such intensity that her stomach filled with butterflies. She kissed him back just as hard. As he pulled away from her, he whispered something so softly she wasn’t quite sure what she’d heard. Were they the words, as in the real form and not a version of them, like he usually said, or number digits in his texts? That’s what they sounded like; surely she hadn’t missed the words? Tugging at his sleeve, she asked him to repeat what he had said.

“Wait. What? What did you say?”

“You heard me,” he countered with a muffled voice so no one else would hear him.

“No, really. What did you say?”

“I love you, babe,” he whispered again, bashfully the second time. He kissed her on the cheek and turned back toward his friends, joining their conversation as if he hadn’t just said the most important words she’d ever heard.

Seriously, the words! First thing she wanted to do was say them back, but she couldn’t because he was talking to his friends. Then she wanted to text her BFF, Aubrey, but she couldn’t do that either, because Aubrey would want details. Super excited, madly in love, how could she have known what would happen next?

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Character Quotes from Something New by Dellani

Something New second cover“Everyone wants you, kid. How does that make you feel?” God asked.

“Terrified. It’s like being the tenderest steak in the shop. Everyone wants to grill you and have a bite.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself. We’ll get you ready, no fear. I hear you’re some sort of genius at memorizing.”

Austin didn’t bother to ask how he knew. God knew everything. “Yes, sir.”

“Gordon. Or God, your choice.” He winked. “You,” he pointed at Dwight. “Can you type?”

“Hundred words a minute.” He wiggled his fingers rapidly.

“Excellent. Sam-u-el!”

“You bellowed, God?” The older man appeared once more, hands folded in front of him.

“Have we anything to type upon?”

“Only a top of the line laptop in your office, sir. Shall I fetch it for you, dah-ling?”

“Bastard,” Gordon chuckled. “Please. And we could use your help, old thing.”

“Already on it,” the older man said. “One moment.”

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Slightly Sarcastic…. by Dellani

Sassy Sarcastic

Last month, Rachel Rueben shared a post which stated, in part, that children can understand sarcasm by age six. It also said that people with frontotemporal dementia lack the ability to understand it. I wasn’t terribly surprised about the comment about children. My granddaughter, who turned 9 in September, is possibly the most sarcastic child on Earth. I can’t confirm this scientifically, because I don’t know every child on Earth. However, I do know my granddaughter, and she’s extremely sarcastic. (You see my line of reasoning, it’s sound—ish) Considering that she comes from a long line of sarcastic people: her parents, their parents and their parents, it’s really not surprising. It will be interesting to see how her little sister fares in this sarcastic environment. I lay bets that the younger one will be even more scathing and sarcastic than her older sister. But give her time, okay? She’s only six months old.

Speaking of children, which we were in the previous paragraph, as well as higher brain functions, I thought I’d share a couple of quotes with you which deal with one or the other. (Yes, grasping at a straw for a theme. Get over it, it will continue until Doomsday, or possibly Lent, depending upon which comes first).

From Blacksmith’s Heart

Hana Sutherland is visiting a dude ranch, with her Great Aunt Enid, who is recovering after a stroke. While there, she meets Jasper Flying Eagle. They take a real shine to one another. He invites her to go for horseback ride, then starts giving her instructions like she’s a child. Hana finds it amusing, but a little annoying, as well.

“What time do you want me to be ready?” Hana asked.

“Around ten. Oh, and cover up more. Jeans and a long sleeved shirt, boots and a hat. You’ll also want your sunglasses and some sunscreen. You’re too fair to be out without it at midday,” Jasper replied.

“Yes, Papa, I promise to dress warm.” She winked at him.

He ducked his head, not meeting her eyes. “I just want you safe, Hana Belle.”

She took his hand, squeezing his fingers gently until he looked at her. “I know, I’m just teasing. You’ll have to spend more time with me so you can learn to tell the difference. About the only way my family knows how to communicate is with sarcasm.”

Jasper chuckled, glancing at her Aunt Enid. “Oh, I’d never noticed the sarcastic bent. Must come from your mother’s side.”

“I’m sure that’s where she gets it. It couldn’t possibly come from a sweet old thing like me.”

From Beach Babe

Fiona Cartwright is an actress, though not very famous yet. She’s in Florida, filming a new TV show, when her brothers come to visit. She, her boyfriend, his brother and hers all go to the grocery store. The teenage bagger recognizes her from a horror movie she was in a few years ago, and can hardly speak, he’s so excited to meet her. (The fact that she’s tall, blonde and beautiful might factor into his attraction.) Her brothers are stunned, and somewhat upset, by his reaction to her.

Kyle said with a smirk. “Damn, baby sister! I never thought of you as a sex symbol.”

But that boy sure does,” Rich added with a shift of his shoulders. “Dammit, you suppose Jessica Alba’s brother feels like I do right now?”

Like you want to throttle him?” Kyle asked as he opened the car. “If she’s got one, pretty damn sure he does.”

There wasn’t a lot of talk in the car until we were out of the parking lot.

That was a strange experience,” Rory said. “Fame, eh? What’s your opinion on that, Fiona?”

Not sure yet, Rory. I guess we’ll find out. And that boy didn’t think I was a sex symbol,” I said sternly, punching Kyle when he stopped for the light.

All four males turned to me as if they’d practiced it. Their expressions were identical, as if to say, Go on living in denial because you obviously aren’t wise enough to live in the real world. My interpretation might be a bit cynical.

My darling Fiona,” Rory said in a patronizing tone. “You have six brothers and yet you continue to amaze me at how oblivious you are to the inner workings of the male mind. Shocking. Very. You lot are useless,” he chided Kyle and Rich. “Didn’t teach her a damn thing about men. What were you thinking?”

Kyle laughed. Rich blushed. “Considering how we all are, we figured maybe she was better off not knowing.”

Now I’m very interested! How y’all are? Hmm? I hear a story there.”

Suffice to say, your brothers might have been Boy Scouts, but we weren’t choir boys.”

From A Novel Romance

But enough about siblings and children (sort of?) on to higher brain function. Lionel Pettigrew is a college professor, and a certified genius. He’s so smart, he makes smart people look dumb. He’s recently met Arista, who has been hired as his new research assistant. At the moment, he’s at a boring conference and finds himself in need of entertainment, so he texts Arista.

Arista got a text message a moment later. Grinning, she showed the attachment to Monica. Lionel had taken a picture of the people at the meeting. All of them looked asleep, including the speaker. She and Monica laughed about it as they went back to their offices.

“I’m surprised he knows how to use the camera,” Monica said. “Let alone save and send it.”

“He’s probably playing with his phone functions out of desperation. He never needed to learn it before. I bet he knows more about it when he gets back than the two of us do together.” They all had the same model of phone.

She got another text message, this time without a picture. “I am losing higher brain functions. I just forgot Ancient Macedonian.”

“Ask him a question,” she sent back.

“What should I ask?”

“What’s he talking about?”

“I dunno. Stuff.”

“Make something up. Totally off the wall. You’re a genius. Act like one.”

“Instigator.”

“U betcha.”

There was a pause. A few minutes later, Arista got another text.

“Me: Dr. White, what do you think of the work of Dr. Qui? Dr. White: Dr. Who? Me: Qui. Dr. White: Who’s that? Me: Nothing, sorry. Something else entirely. Carry on.”

“Evil genius,” Arista replied.

“He’s winding it up early. I broke his train of thought. Boohoo. Crap, he’s asking me who Dr. Qui is. Got 2 Go.”

“Spanked by your own brilliance.”

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