Thank you Davee for stopping by on my blog with Fantasy League Series
Blurb:
What happens when you mix men and women in a fantasy football league? Lots of sexy competition and instant rivalries. Owner of Fantasy Leagues, Lola Fontaine, maintains two identities, one as loving matchmaker and the other as ball busting Dominatrix. In the LockHim Room, her muscle toned guys never know what to expect. With reclusive statistician, Eugene Carlton, they believe they have the perfect formula for romance. All their success takes a place on the Wall of Flame. But, do they really know anything about true love connections? She takes awkward Danika Parker under her wing and teaches her everything she doesn't know about love. However, in the process, they establish risky boundaries, pushing the envelope normally established for just friends. Danika takes an interest in fellow participant, Finn Maxwell, the man still searching for a plan. Unfortunately for Lola, time is running out on secrets from her past. Living on borrowed time will catch up with her in a way she least expected. She will hurt the ones she loves, no matter how she tries. But, will they ever forgive? Will Lola get more than she counted on? Learn about grilled lemonade, love jam, fantasy football, and safe words all wrapped into the fun of Split the Uprights.
Excerpt 3
“Can you determine why the chatter quieted
down?” Commander Bailey never cracked a smile while in uniform. Then again,
neither did I.
“Sir, no sir, I’ve
narrowed some activity up north, I’ll confirm more over the next several
hours.”
“These bastards
have something up their sleeve.”“Yes sir, I concur. A stockpile of arms and ammunition is coming to them from somewhere. I believe they are waiting for more attacks until they have their stash successfully delivered.”
“Keep me posted.” The commander turned, leaving before I had a chance to return salute.
“Guardian!” The voice boomed through my headset.
“What can I do for
you?”
“I want hot pizza
and cold beer.”
“So does every
other person deployed. How about you try reality?”
“I thought with
your super Spidey skills you could make anything happen?”
“Don’t I wish? I’m
awesome, but, not incredibly awesome.” Joking around became easier, because we
shared a stressful situation. I’d never really joked around in my life.
“Do you still have
some cookies or something? We know you keep a stash. Everything is color coded
and alphabetized. You even sorted the M & Ms into separate boxes. You gotta
be a girl under that uniform.”
“No way, men have
OCD too, it isn’t a women’s only bathroom.”
Silence.
“Bro, I made a
joke, wasn’t it funny?”
tatic answered my
question. “Umm, yeah, you’re funny. I get it, a women only bathroom. It’s like
a port a potty everyone can use. Now, that’s funny.”“Speaking of bathrooms, have you made it to the kitchen?” We spoke in code, trying to stay one step ahead of the spies listening to our transmissions.
“Hell’s kitchen?
Yeah, hated it. Made me want pizza and beer.”
Pizza and beer let me know the guys needed supplies upon their return to command post. I didn’t know how they survived living out on the streets. I just knew I admired them for it. “Copy, over.” We limited our communications when we expected a horrible surprise. Something was going on and I had to figure out the details before someone got hurt.
I wasn’t sure
military life was for me. I realized my limitations in street skills hindered
working in intelligence. The unit reminded me often I was hired for my looks
not my brains. After a few times hearing that same line, I understood it was a
joke. I picked apart the pieces of endless conversation among unseen enemies,
an asset not just anyone could decipher. My staunch determination and
meticulous thought process assisted me when others bored or tired of the mind
fuck.
I could handle the
mind fuck for hours on end. I was the Guardian for damn good reasons.
The guys wandered
in cautiously, fatigue cloaked their weary bodies. Slowly, they stripped off
helmets, weapons, holsters, and other necessary staples of war. I waited to
speak until they sat down, silent sighs escaping into the word clouds, visible
to only me, above their heads.
“I have some
cookies and jerky.”
“Hot damn, you are
the Guardian.” Perspiration, black greasepaint, and a tired smile covered
Michael’s face. “Throw those bitches over here!”
I ran down his
bio- Michael Shaffer, age twenty-eight, third tour, hailed from Oklahoma,
skilled marksman, special ops.
I knew everything
about each member of the elite team.
Michael talked to
me before anyone else cared to know me. After I proved my value, I became the
honorary ops member, always there in spirit. The guys knew I’d be almost
worthless out in the field. I didn’t have that warrior’s instinct.
“You share those
bitches with the team. I don’t play favorites. I gotta help save all your
asses.”
Deep, testosterone
laden laughter rumbled from the crew. “Boy, you’re making jokes all the time
now. Before you know it, you’ll be asking us for girl advice.”
“Girl advice?”
“You know, how to
get a girl?”
“I don’t know
about that. I don’t have time for a girl.” Prisha’s tinkling laughter invaded
my brain.
“You think you can
hide something from us? We know you got a filly you’ve taken a shine to.”
“A shine? You guys
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You might be the Guardian,
but, we’re special ops. We watch you just like you watch us.”
“I hope you always
will.” I said an honest thing without giving my first and only crush away.
“Okay, you might be the Guardian, but, you’re sure a
dorky ass.”
“It takes all
kinds.” I threw a package of beef jerky to the group, diverting their attention
like dogs with a bone. They just thought they could outwit me. Maybe on another
day.
·
An
explosion went off in the center of the market, followed by four more in rapid
succession. The entire village became a chaos driven mob, dropping bags,
baskets, and anything slowing them down. People screamed, dragging limp bodies
to non-existent shelter. Crying children clung to whoever they were closest to.
Some people pushed them off their legs, not wanting the weight to slow them
down.
“What the fuck?” The unimaginable
happened, with me there to witness it.
The value of human life diminished in
a matter of intense seconds. How could I save the one life I began to cherish the most? Oh, God, I think I’ve been hit.
Davee Jones –What is the first book that you
published? My first book published was, ironically, not the first book I wrote.
On Ellicott Street – a feisty,
loving, cougar romance novella- holds the honor of being my first published
book. Finless, released second, was
the result of years of blood, sweat, and tears. It’s a dark dance balancing
between love, desire, and anger. I have 12 total releases so far between my
adult moniker and my YA moniker, Allee Mae.
My ideal reader allows me to take
them to the edge of sanity, push limits, and support a sometimes simple
protagonist just trying to get by in life. I have the same type characters in
my explicit writing as well as my sweet or YA books-they just don’t use the “F”
word or engage in overt sexuality. It doesn’t always take erotic descriptors of
body parts/functions to get a point across. But, I will bring out the sexy when
a mature story requires it. (wink)
My newest series takes a twist on
fantasy football and dating clubs. Split
the Uprights is book one of the Fantasy League series. Books two and three
are also available- A
Game of Inches and Personal
Fouls
Quote From Book:
“I realize you live in a world of
certain parameters, so to speak. It’s like always eating cake without frosting.
One day you try frosting and cake eating arrives to a whole new level of
fabulous. Maybe you should add some icing, Eugene.” – Lola Fontaine
I have adult content available as: Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government.
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Author Bio: For my sweet side as Allee
Mae- with my 13 y/o daughter, we combine to create fictional worlds
with something for everyone. Whether exploring urban legends, the eerie
paranormal, first loves, sweet romance, scary dreams, we take you away from the
everyday. Sweet
Cravings Allee Mae alleemaeauthor@aol.com @alleemaeauthor
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