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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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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An Excerpt from a Middle-grade novel by JD Holiday

 Bookworks Featured author.pngAn Excerpt from a Middle-grade novel by JD Holiday.

It’s my latest book.  A 35000-word middle-grade novel.  I’m not sure what to title it yet. My ideas for below.


The book is about the Cameron children worried that they will not get the toys they asked for for Christmas. The uncle that Trisha Frankel has lived with most of her life with has died. The only option she has is to find the father she does not know, even though her uncle said, “He was no good.” Trisha takes her dog, Mitch to search out her father and find out what he is like for herself. Along the way, her dog is stolen. The most likely suspect in the dog’s disappearance is a man connected to the Cameron children Phoebe, Tucker, and Kirby. Phoebe, Tucker, and Kirby are busy trying to figure out if their Christmas gifts will arrive. But helping Trisha makes them realize that sometimes the lives of others are more important their own interests.

Excerpt:

                                                                         CHAPTER 1

              The Speed Delivery truck stopped in front of the Cameron house by the shoveled driveway. Kirby heard it pull up. Christmas was in two days and his mother was still waiting for ‘deliveries’ for some of the family’s Christmas gifts. In fact, all the big gifts like his racing car set, the MagMax Drone his older brother, Tucker wanted and for Phoebe, the oldest child in their house, the china doll she wanted for her doll collection.

              Kirby left the TV and rushed through the open French doors from the living room leading to the front windows of the sunroom to see if he could see what was being delivered. He loved guesting games and solving problems. He maneuvered between the computer table with the computer it, the tropical fish in the screen saver still swimming around, and passed the wicker loveseat to get to the window with the better view of the truck.

  Kirby rubbed the frost off the window and leaned his elbows on the sill and pressing his turned-up nose to the glass. All the Cameron children had inherited from their mother’s side of the family that same turned up nose, green-grayish eyes capped by dark lashes and eyebrows in a round faces and framed nicely with straight black hair. Their father always said every chance that came up that the children had his long legs that he, himself could always count on to carry him quickly down any basketball court he played on in high school and college.

              The driver hopped out onto the snow-covered road and headed to the rear of the truck. Kirby watched the truck’s roll-up door fly up and the man pulled out a hand truck, grabbed four boxes and stacked them on it. He then pushed it along to the driveway and up onto the sidewalk lifted the boxes and climbing up the narrowly shoveled stairs to their door. Kirby knew he would not be able to tell what was inside all the boxes, but he thought he might see the box with the Sotrux Racecar logo on it if he were lucky and it wasn’t inside a larger box. But none of these boxes were big enough Kirby judged to hold his racing set.

              He looked back at the truck with its door still open and then he saw it. Still in the truck was the racing car label. Kirby jumped up and down. “YES!” he shouted to the empty room and then he yelled loud enough for his grandmother to hear him while keeping an eye on the man quickly coming down the stairs and heading back to the truck for more boxes. “Gram, a delivery is here.”

              When his grandmother didn’t come, Kirby ran to the kitchen. Gram was just entering the apartment from the back stairway that connected all three apartments in the house to a common outside door and to the entrance to the basement. She was cooking in the old kitchen area in the basement, which she said was the ideal place for her to prepare meals for a city mission where she volunteered. Her kitchen on the third floor was much too

 small.

              “Gram! Gram!” he shouted running to her.

              “What’s the yelling for, Kirby?” she asked. She went straight for the sink and opened the cabinet underneath it. Rattled some pans and pulled out a large pot. “I have a dinner to start. Your parents will be home from work and Phoebe and Tucker will be flying in from the after-school Christmas party they went to, and dinner is going to be late.”

              “It’s a delivery. The Christmas gifts are here,” he said, and raced back through both the dining and living rooms to get back to the porch.              

              “They’ll leave the package, Kirby,” his grandmother remarked as he ran back to the living room.

  At the window, Kirby frowned. Vic Silian, another of Gram’s grandsons, the oldest son of their mother’s sister, Aunt Junnie, was standing at the back of the truck. Kirby didn’t like Vic. Vic has a sweet and friendly dog that Kirby loves and Vic mistreats. Vic was thin and tall and dressed in dark clothes with a wool cap pulled down to his eyes and hiding his huge forehead which reminded Kirby of Frankenstein’s, wrinkled lines and all. Vic’s eyes bulged out from under the cap like those of a villain cartoon character.

              Vic was closing the back of the delivery truck and began to wade over the mounded up snow bank alongside the truck, looking behind him a couple of time before reaching the door to the front seat which he opened and got inside. There was something wrong with this, Kirby thought, staring at his cousin. “What’s he do there?” he mumbled.

              Vic had been in the basement earlier talking to Gram telling her he knew how she could get rich if she gives him some of her retirement money. And what would Gram do if Vic took her money? The thought made Kirby cross. But then, Vic did something else. His nose up against the window, Kirby said out loud fogging up the window with each word, “What was he doing getting into the driver side on the delivery truck?”

               He rubbed the window with his sweater sleeve in disbelief. Vic had never worked any job for too long and he never worked for a delivery service. So why was he driving the truck away? “I know what he’s doing!” Kirby shouted.

              The answer to this one had to be the contents in the truck Kirby guessed. Vic was stealing so he could sell the things in the boxes. Vic had been in trouble before and this was just going to be another time. Kirby glanced behind him looking for grandmother. If I was only bigger, Kirby thought, I go out there and stop Vic myself. Gram would come out and find that he had tossed Vic to the ground to stop him from getting into trouble this time. She would praise Kirby, “I’m so proud of you, Kirby.”

              Kirby craned his neck as the truck drove down the street. That’s when the Speedy Delivery driver raced down their front stairs shouting, “Hey! Hey!”

              Shaking his head, Kirby went to the front door wondering what to say to Gram. She was not going to believe this.

              The doorbell started ringing as Gram came into the living room, her cherry color hair bobbing and her bony arms outstretched while wiping her hands on a dish towel.

              The bell rang again as Gram reached it. At the door, Kirby stood to one side as she opened it. The Speed Service deliveryman stood there. “Someone stole my truck,” he said.

               Kirby winced thinking this was not going to go well.

 

              The tied-up Christmas tree leaned against the doorjamb on the back porch Uncle John, Trisha mother’s brother had bought and they were going to put up last night. But things have changed. Uncle John died yesterday.

              With Mitch, her black lab, on his leash and sit behind Trisha as she closed and locked the door of the apartment she had shared with her uncle for the past nine years in their predominantly African-American street. Mitch was all there was left and people she did not know would soon be looking for her if they were not already. Before Trisha talked to anybody else she had something she had to do.

              Wearing her backpack stuffed with food and snacks for them both and carrying a duffle bag with all her belongings in it just in case she didn’t return, Trisha and Mitch kept a steady pace as they walked along the snowy streets. Over the Seven Street bridge and pass many Riverside factories then up the long stretch of River Street where here and there someone had shoveled a path on their trek heading for the city. Once on Main Street where all the busy stores lined the street, they jostled with holiday shoppers and workers on break all avoiding mounds of dirting snow piles to get to their destinations. At a red light, Trisha and Mitch waited to cross through the narrowly shoveled path at the corner.

 

There are my ideas for titles. Let me know if you have an idea.

Thanks!

 

Simple things

‘ A Little Bit More’ 

 ‘With This Christmas Came A little Bit More’

 ‘Christmas Means A Little Bit More

 ‘Its Christmas Time In The City’

 ‘Sharing at Christmas’

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Character Quotes, Dellani Oakes

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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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 – 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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