February 23 2016 Romance Weekly



Welcome back to Romance Writers Weekly. Every week a group of romance authors join in a blog hop about a fabulous topic to provide our readers with greater insight into the habitat of our crazy minds. Well, I can't speak for everyone, just myself. 

This week Tracey Gee has double challenged us to a flash fiction and a haiku or limerick as an intro. Wowza! 

I attempted a haiku. I think this is the first one I've ever written. I'm nervous ... 

She was the night wind.

Softly caressing my soul.

But I ran away.

Hmm ... sounds a little depressing. I'll follow that up with my flash fiction. Tracey didn't require a set word length, but it must include the following: Kevlar, elbow(s), pinking shears, and a copy of The Great Gatsby. A tough challenge!

A toddler, a puppy, and Lanie's four-night stand walked into the bar. Her Colorado ex looked as delicious as he had on the slopes three months ago. How had he found her? Or had he? The toddler clutched Evan's hand as tightly as the stuffed puppy mushed against his tiny chest. Lanie paused in her waitress duties, and focused with narrowed eyes. Was the kid wearing Kevlar? No that couldn't be right.

The hostess bumped Lanie's elbow as she hurried by. The hostess waved the two males over to a seat in the dining area.  Evan brought his head up, and Lanie ducked behind the potted plant located under the movie poster of The Great Gatsby. Evan resembled Leonardo, who played Gatsby in the movie. Which was probably the reason for Lanie's recent obsession with re-reading her dog-eared copy of the American Classic. Drat. The hostess sat the boys in her section. This was going to be awkward. She straightened her skimpy excuse for a flannel shirt/uniform over her now heaving bosom. They hadn't heaved so much in a month. The last time had also been in Evan’s presence. She sucked in her gut, more for fortitude then to appear thinner, and strode over to the table.


Evan had needed a distraction from the sleepless nights he’d experienced the past few weeks. He was still trying to rationalize why taking care of an almost two-year-old had sounded like a good idea. The server's sweet figure sauntered over and the baby let out a wail. Evan didn’t blame the kid. Seeing her gorgeous chest on display made him cry inside as well. He rummaged in his backpack and removed the hodgepodge amount of stuff he'd grabbed at the safety/craft fair in the town square. It had been an interesting, yet confusion festival. Not only had the town police thought it funny to dress a toddler in a fake flac jacket, but the matrons in the booth next door cooed over the sprite then had given Evan a sample pack for his next scrapbooking page. Yeah, right. The scissors, aka pinking shears as his sis would correct him on, landed on the top of the stack in front of the baby, along with construction paper and some lace fabric. The lace went immediately into the baby's mouth.

"Uh … those aren't appropriate toys for a toddler."

Evan's head whipped up at the familiar voice. Lanie stood ready to take their order in the skimpy waitress’s outfit that barely covered her body. She lived in the same town as him? He'd promised to call her. That had been before his life was turned upside down.

"I see now why you didn't contact me." Lanie eyed the baby.

Evan groaned. His tired brain couldn't focus, but it was obvious what she was thinking. His nephew did look an awful lot like him. Why wouldn’t the little guy? Evan and his sister were twins.

Lanie lifted her notepad and asked. "What are you going to have?"

The baby lifted the puppy over his head and shouted. "Poop!" 

I'm curious about author Leslie Hachtel's flash fiction and if she accepted the haiku/limerick challenge. 

See you next week!

September 15 2015 Romance Weekly



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Welcome back! This week I, Fiona Riplee, have come up with a flash fiction. Here’s the challenge:

500 words or less. 

Write a cute meet. 

Character 1: profession = photographer

Character 2: profession =  insurance agent

Make sure to say hello to Leslie Hachtel this week. 

Here I go... 

Barry stepped, not one, but two actual steps forward. The barista needed a cup this morning, perhaps in the form of a beer hat. Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea for Barry either. The corporate photo shoot required an early rise. Unfortunately, Barry loved his bed and his unnatural attachment needed reinforcements in order for his survival. He hadn’t had a corporate client in months and was ready to throw his last batch of udon noodles to the dog. The long day ahead required about a three shots of espresso in a huge cup of coffee. He’d be lucky to catch lunch so the caffeine had to last.

An undedicated patron stepped out of line. Glee filled him as he moved three steps. The most intriguing feminine profile came into his view. His world imploded. Damn. He wished he hadn’t left his gear in the car. The dim cafe light complemented every curve. Dark curls darted from her head in a dual fashion, both wild and somehow corporate professional. He had to capture her on film. 

The insurance agency had limited time and cash requiring a digital shoot. He could edit the head shots on the fly right at the office. This woman in front of him deserved a picture he could develop himself. A photo shoot he’d take his time with. He’d find the right angles and experiment with light and shadow to bring out all her best features.

Another barista called her Bella. She approached the register and the employee made quick work of her order. Barry was disappointed, it was probably for the best. First order of business, mega cup of caffeine, then ogling, then getting thrown out of the cafe for starring. 

Bella looked around the shop and turned just so. His breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Warm honey eyes, as dark and as clear as his favorite wine bottle, starred back at him. His finger itched to snap a picture. 

His phone chimed in his pocket and, like a cartoon, a light bulb went off over his head. Could he sneak a picture of her? No. Bad idea.

He checked his notifications. Lance Insurance had delayed his start time an hour and thirty minutes. Damn. Lost money. Desperation had him responding okay. More time for the cafe incognito photo shoot. He angled his phone camera, but didn’t dare look up at his subject. The line moved in his peripheral vision and without thinking he stepped forward. 

He jumped back too late. The scaling coffee smelled like pumpkin spice, heavy on the spice and not so much on the pumpkin. The liquid spread in a circular pattern on the bottom of his shirt and the top of his pants. 

Honey eyes rounded in shock. It was her. He deserved the pain for violating her privacy. He had never before taken someone’s picture without permission. His eyes landed on the logo that graced the upper left side of her work shirt. Lance Industries. Hello, karma.

That was a fun cute meet. Hope you enjoyed. Find out Dani Jace’s spin on this week’s challenge. 

See you next week!

August 24 2015 Romance Weekly



Welcome back this week for Romance Weekly. We have a fun flash fiction blog hop today brought to you my yours truly.

Make sure to check out author, Leslie Hachtel, for her amazing story. I'm excited to read all the posts today.

Here is the prompt.

Flash Fiction: Your hero & heroine are playing and “old-school” board game (one with an actual board or pieces old or new - just not a video game). The winner gets a special prize. 1000 words or less. 

This is my blog hop idea and yes I took liberty with the ‘rules’ above. You can call me Princess and you’ll understand after you’ve read the flash fiction. Hope you enjoy!




The warrior will be bestowed with the one coveted female in all of the world of Wondarious. Passion will be played and alliances made with the Fae army at the culmination of the stolen jewels of The Legend of Drizzt.

The human laughed at the description of the challenge. Princess Elizabetta Margaretta had her assistant assemble the board. They had chosen a long game. Opponents agreed to the rules and the added challenges shouted by the royal court. 

“The human guessed my magical number and this is his chosen method of battle.” The Princess licked her red lips. “I’m very excited to find who the winner will be.” 

A tone from one of her bangles released a low resonating note that rang in harmony with the crystal tear drops hanging from the ceiling. Crystals covered her low cut black dress flaring blood red when she moved.  

Princess Elizabetta

Princess Elizabetta

The woman was gorgeous and she was going to be Sziner’s. The human didn’t have a chance confusing the Dungeons and Dragons game with the reality of life in the outer galaxy. Would Sziner be able to manipulate Elizabetta’s human half while in the throes of passion? He tapped down his lust. Sziner glared at the human. This bengaw scat isn’t going to win. Sziner's strategy was solid. He could barely prevent the twitch in his lips at his premature triumph. 

The woman on the dais twirled a dark ringlet around her finger. Sziner couldn’t tell who she preferred the winner be, but the diva glare in her slitted eyelids kept falling on him during their hours of game play. He flexed his arms. To win a week long date with Princess Elizabetta Margaretta was the romp of a lifetime. Half-human in DNA, one hundred precent Fertiti Fae, her killer body complimented the sex appeal hovering around her like an invisible shroud.

The laughable pieces of The Legend of Drizzt spread out before Sziner. They had to work together on the board to reach the nest of jewels, but only one could claim the bounty. The man opposite him sitting at the stone table wouldn’t be able to handle a Fae such as the Princess anyway. Why was he attempting such defeat?

Humans ridiculously believed the Fae were magical creatures, in bed yes, but only magical in their connection to this planet’s life force. The magnetism on Earth was enough for Fae to control humans, but Fae couldn’t control Surge Demons, or water nymphs to the human. Stupid humans offended all the males of his species by calling them female.

Even more reason to beat this human at his own game. 

A human was no match for a Surge Demon from Planet Tenzaro. Manipulation of the seventy-five percent water composition of his opponent had been too easy, but Sziner hadn’t really needed the advantage. His wits had won this tournament. The human’s childish game had been no competition.

The Princess preened. He moved the pawn into attack position and took out the creature with ‘magical spells’ and ‘wizardry'. The human had three life left. Not enough to attack the next creature and score the jewels. The princess leaned forward, her bangles clinked along her arm and her sequined dress shimmered in the light. Her deep décolletage was presented to him as the gift it was meant to be. Elizabetta recognized his win as well. 

A moaned slipped from her lips, a sensual release of anticipation. He took a step toward her, but paused when her gaze fixed lustfully on the human. Sziner’s opponent was going to die, figuratively in the game and literally in real life, if the man returned Elizabetta’s offer. 

Sziner’s turn was next and the cheer of the crowd obliterated his shout of exultation. Bells filled the hall with soothing vibrations, another Fae means of manipulation. He stepped onto the lower dais. Elizabetta eagerly perched on her throne above him. Her lips curved revealing perfect white teeth. Her pink tongue darted out to taste whatever sweetness she hand on her lips. I’ll taste her soon. 

She said, “Congratulations, my warrior demon. Your wits are truly magnificent.” 

He stood inches away from her. His chest puffed with pride. 

Elizabetta ran a finger down his face and over his lips. “My confidence in your winnings is now sealed.” Her narrowed eyes and cheshire smile sent a wave of electrical energy along his spine. The battle decree he signed in his own blood lay on the table beside her. Sziner had read it thoroughly. His trusted attendant had confirmed the rules and the profit. Why did the Fertiti hum of deceit run along his arms?

In her full Fae glory, Princess Elizabetta Margaretta lifted her arm, her bangles clanged and she pointed to the human. She crooked her finger at the human while keeping her black cat eyes on Sziner. The human was helpless against her native power on this planet. He walked to the Princess and kneeled before her silk encased feet. Her laugh held a dark menace. “The winner has the backing of my Fae army as long as the contracted winnings are climaxed,” her low chuckle originated in the black pit of her heart, “to my satisfaction.” 

In Sziner’s forced devotion to the treachery before him, he failed to notice the precession of guards marching toward the dais. They parted and shoved a woman to the floor. She fell to her hands and knees, inches from Sziner’s boots. He gasped at the woman’s beauty, which far outweighed Elizabetta’s. The most coveted woman in Wondarious. Her olive skin glowed with fertile power. The Fae dress hugged her curves, yet, also floated around her body in a cloud of vapor. What he had mistaken for lust in Elizabetta’s presence paled at the all consuming need flooding his body. The dress faded from sheer to opaque. The Fertiti loved to tease and tantalize.

Elizabetta clapped her hands in glee, but Sziner couldn’t tear his eyes away to give her notice. Dark hair fell in waves around the woman’s face. She lifted her head and the glare of luminescent orange eyes cast darts of heat at Sziner’s flesh. He flinched. Kaia. His desire now repulsed him. His upper lip curled. She was an Erinys, the fury race of the galaxy, and his sworn enemy.

Kaia hissed at him. “I see you have no pride left, Sin, allowing a Fertiti to determine your mate. I thought nymph demons were smarter than that.”  



Kaia’s truth and derogatory term singed Sziner. How had Elizabetta captured a fury? An Erinys as devious as Kaia had made his life hell for years. 

This was the battle Princess Elizabetta had planned from the beginning.

I think I might be working on this story soon. It was a fun beginning. 

Onto our next author, Juliette Cross, and her fabulous story. See you next week! 

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