Risky Retreat!

Hola! Welcome to this week’s Risky Retreat! Here you can find a teaser of the romance, drama, and suspense that flow through my pages when I write. Even though this is only a teaser it will still feed your need to read. Some of these stories are coming soon, some are available now, and some are simply free short stories I wanted to share with you! Enjoy and don’t forget to check back in two weeks for the next Risky Retreat!

Until My Last Breath (Trouble In Paradise book 4)

When Caroline left the house, she hit the alarm on her car and put the phone to her ear. “Yes, I’m on my way right now, tell them not to leave. Take them refreshments,” she barked through the phone. She jumped in her Mercedes Benz and pulled out of the driveway. Her license plate read; Mrs. Right4You. Speeding off down the road, she never noticed the blue two thousand and one Ford Taurus parked across the street in the driveway of a vacant house.

Tim adjusted his mirror. He was sweating bullets. The last thing he wanted to do was go back inside that house. There was no telling what lay inside it, but he had to help. He just couldn’t go through with this. Maybe he should wait until it was dark. He could, but then he’d run the risk of running into Caroline. She was the last person he wanted to run into. As far as he was concerned, she was scarier than Nightmare on Elm Street. He’d rather have bad dreams about Freddie Kruger than to deal with a woman on a mission who would pay money like that to set someone up. That was real life a bad dream he couldn’t deal with.

He steadied his breath and manned up. Then, he got of the car and closed the door quietly. The house wasn’t located in a busy part of town, and this neighborhood held mostly vacant houses. The next occupied house was about two blocks away. It was a good spot for anyone to hold someone against their will. Nobody would hear them. Just thinking about it gave Tim the creeps.

Tim crossed the street, tip toeing as if someone could hear him. He checked the front door and it was locked. He crept around to the side entrance, it was also locked. There was a door in the back of the house. He was all too ready to breathe a sigh of relief and leave, telling his conscience he tried but couldn’t help. He crept down a slope the house sat on and rounded to the back. Once there, he checked the door and it turned. There was a pained expression on his face as he realized getting away that easy was too good to be true.

Stepping into the shadowy room, he gently closed the door. He moved in deeper to find a room with saws, and carpenter tools lying around the top of a wooden table. There was a stench he couldn’t make out, but it was the worst of worst. He bent over and regurgitated, spilling his guts on the floor. He went down to one knee and continued to spill his guts, literally. He tried to shake it off.

“Come on, get up,” he said, giving himself a pep talk.

It was too late for him to turn back now. He’d already gotten himself into it and left his mark in the corner of the room. He might as well help them out. Finally getting himself together Tim stood to his feet. On his toes he went down a darkened hallway. The smell was getting stronger. He peeked into an open doorway where the putrid smell was the strongest. Bile rose in his throat when he saw the two women bound. He bent over and spilled more of his guts out onto the floor.

The sound caught the attention of Victoria. She looked over, unable to see out of one eye.

“Who’s there?” she called in the weakest voice he’d ever heard.

Tim continued to throw up. Who was he kidding? He was not made for this. Caroline was a monster. What had he done? His conscience was right; he was going to hell for this. He shook his head and asked the Lord for forgiveness right then and there.

“Please,” Victoria begged, “help me.”

Tim got to his feet. He went to her and examined the rope she was tied to. The other woman was lifted in the air by her hands, but Victoria was in a pile of feces on the floor.

Victoria looked at him with her one good eye and knew who he was. Surprise flew across her face as recognition hit her. “Aren’t you Greg’s friend?”

He shook his head yes shamefully. “Please tell me you have a cell phone.”

Tim took out his cell phone, his hand shaking fitfully. Victoria gave him a number to dial.

“Talk to me,” Joshua answered the phone.

“Please,” she said, starting to weep softly.

Joshua turned the CD down. “Hello!” he said, alarmed, but unable to make out the raspy voice on the other end. “It’s me, Victoria, please.”

Tim took the phone away from her ear. “We should probably get you out of here before anyone comes back,” he said.

“Tell him where this is. Do you know where this is?” she asked.

Tim’s nerves were getting the better of him. He didn’t want anybody else to know he was involved. Maybe he should just get Victoria out of there and drop her off somewhere. He fidgeted thinking about his options which weren’t many.

“Hello! Victoria!” Joshua was screaming through the phone.

Tim put the phone to his ear. “Sh-she’s in trouble, man,” he stuttered.

“Who is this?” Joshua roared. Tim shook taking the phone away from his ear, he took too long to respond, “HELLO!” Joshua barked.

“Please,” Victoria begged, “please tell him.”

Tim put the phone back to Victoria’s ear. “Baby,” she said, about to pass out now, “I’m sorry.”

Her head fell backward as she went off into a slumber. No energy left in her.

“VICTORIA!” Joshua screamed. He’d pulled over to the side of the highway now and had the phone on speaker.

Tim put the phone to his ear. “Hold on,” he said. He moved throughout the room and found an old rusty sink sitting in the back with a water drip. There wasn’t any cups, so he reached for an aluminum can he saw sitting on top of the sink. He put his nose to it and sniffed. There was just an old rusty smell to it. It was his only choice, he turned the faucet on and let the water run into the cup. He did what he could to rinse it out before filling it halfway with water.

“HELLO?” He could hear Joshua yelling through his cell phone. He put the phone back to his ear as he walked back over to Victoria.

“I’m giving her some water,” he said.

“Who is this?”

“A friend, just know if I don’t get her out of here, we’re both dead.”

An ominous feeling ran through Joshua. “Where are you?” he barked.

Tim lifted Victoria’s head and put the can to her lips the water ran out and covered her mouth, spilling down both sides of her face. She began to choke on water that had seeped into her throat. Tim pulled back and gave her a second.

“I said, where are you!” Joshua shouted, unable to keep his cool. He was on the edge of hysteria.

“Hold on,” Tim said again.

Joshua cursed and threw his hands up. Tim put the cup back to Victoria’s lips as she became more aware of the cold liquid oozing through her mouth. She drank slowly at first then hastily as if she hadn’t had water in years.

Tim put the phone back to his ear while Victoria drank from the can in his hand, “She’s on Magnolia Street in Marietta three blocks from East Cobb Park. The address is 204—”

A sharp pain hit Tim in the side of his head and he went to the floor, landing on top of Victoria. She let out a sharp cry before his phone hit the ground and shattered into pieces. Alexis stood over him with the butt of her gun raised in the air prepared to hit him again. She wouldn’t need to. Tim was weak. He tried to get up but stumbled forward and fell to the floor. She turned her gun on him and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed Caroline but there was no answer. Alexis cursed. Caroline must have been in the meeting. She had no choice but to tie him up.

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Short Story Challenge!

Hola! I accepted the challenge to write a short story to the picture below. Check out the quick story that was written for your enjoyment! 😉

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“Will you pay it this time?” Celine watched him walk to the edge of the bed and buckle his belt. His tongue slid across his teeth as he thought about her request.
“You gave me a hard time, why should I pay anything?”
Her lip trembled, “We had a deal.”
“Sure did and yet you still gave me grief.”
She let out an exasperated breath, “Look,
you know this is not ideal for me. My husband needs major heart surgery, It’s the only way I can pay—“
“Save your story,” he said cutting her off. “I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

“How can you do him like this, he’s your brother for God’s sake.”
He turned to her, “He’s no brother of mine, I could care less about his condition.” A wad of spit flew from his mouth in her direction. “I could care even less about his wife.”
A mist of tears clouded her vision, “I’m not asking you to care,” her voice shook, “Just please hold up your end of the bargain.”
“I don’t know Celine. I’m thinking you owe me one.”
Her heartrate increased, “I just gave you everything. I’m covered in your sweat!” Her chest rose and fell as anger surged through her. Thoughts of the .22 inside her purse flooded her mind. “Don’t make me regret this.” She said through clenched teeth.
A smile played around his lips. This was fun for him. “Don’t you already regret it?”

“I’m not referring to the sex we just had.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Devon, you’re supposed to be dead,” A vein pushed against his forehead.
“Are you threating me?” He took a step toward her and she threw the sheets off and scurried off the bed. Within seconds she’d pulled the handgun from her purse and leveled it on him.
“Brian knows it was you that made the deal with the south side boys. I was supposed to lead you to your death then, but because I love the man that you despise so much you’re still alive. You should be thanking me. Now make the call!” She said. “Don’t try anything stupid. I’m a desperate woman. I’ll kill you myself if I have to.”

He held her through narrowed eyes. “I’m not going to ask you again.” She said.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, “Put it on speaker.” He obliged.
“Send the payment through.” He spoke into the phone. “All of it.” Celine demanded.
His objection didn’t make it into the air when he watched her take the safety off and pull back the handle.
“All of it.” She said. His eye twitched.
“Send the full payment.” There was a pause on the other end.
“Are you sure?” The voice called out.
“Yes, I’m sure.” There was another pause. “It’s done.” The line died.

“Show me.” Celine said. After a beat he showed her proof the money had been transferred into an offshore account she’d previously set up. Her husband was going to have his surgery. An enormous weight lifted from her shoulders.
“Now what?” he said.
Celine pulled the trigger sending a bullet crashing through his nose. “Phi!” He fell to the floor, eyes wide, mouth agape.
Moving fast, she gathered her clothes and threw them on. Simultaneously, she made a phone call. “It’s handled.”
A dark voice barked, “Good girl, you should come work for me, I can use a skilled shot like you.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not open for business. Now it’s your turn.” There was a knock at the door.
“I got you, the cleanup crew is already there.”
“How did they get here so quick?”
“They’ve been there for the last two hours,” he paused. “You know, insurance just in case you couldn’t get things done.”

She opened the door. “I’m gone.” She disconnected the call and left discarding the phone and her identity. Disappearing without a trace.

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It’s Outline October!

It’s that time of year again! Starting November 1st authors and writers around the globe will be taking to their keyboards to write the novel inside them. The goal of NanoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Granted a lot of writers already have this down pack but a lot of writers don’t. I will be participating this year and Nano is always a challenge for me. I’ve done this challenge about four times now so this will be my fifth go round with two wins under my belt! As for the other two times I tried, well… I have no excuses, I will start off doing great getting the words down and will feel fantastic. For the first two weeks I am good and on board but then I start to stutter and get stuck in where I’m going with the story, ONLY WHEN I DON’T OUTLINE (sorry for screaming). Every year I go back to this video because it gives me great motivation.

Gotta love it! Open Ellbey gives good advice on writing an outline so you practically have the story you want to write and the detail and/or the big picture so you won’t have the problem of getting stuck. For me I am a details writer, so I start out writing down the big picture. What do I want to happen in this book? From there I write down major events. This was a spin off of the big picture, basically breaking down so to speak what major events would happen to lead to the big picture. From there I write down details for each of these events. It helps me form a great outline and I’m all ready to begin writing. I can truly see the 50,000 words accomplished by the end of November.

So to all of you who haven’t tried this challenge and to the one’s who have tried but did not reach the 50k goal don’t fret! If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again! That’s our motto! Never give up! Besides, even if you write 10k, 20k, 30k, or even 40k, that’s thousands of words you have that you didn’t before. If you are an aspiring writer Nano is a good start to get you pumped and ready for the writing world. For those of you who have tried Nano and successfully won the challenge KUDO’S to you! You rock! I can be found just about anywhere on social media (almost anyway). Make me your writing buddy on Nano’s website http://nanowrimo.org, my username is Stephanienrrs1. Let’s keep each other informed and encouraged to reach these goals at the end of the day that’s what it’s all about! Follow me on twitter and tell me about your progress @stephanienrrs1 using the hashtag #NanoWriMo. I am also apart of a small writing group and during Nano season we’re completely pumped and encouraging one another! If you would like to join, you must be participating in Nano and be ready to run! If you’d like to be added to this group just comment below with your Facebook name. Happy writing!

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Risky Retreat

Hola! Welcome to this weeks first post for Risky Retreat!  Here you can find a teaser of the romance, drama, and suspense that flow through my pages when I write.  Even though this is only a teaser it will still feed your need to read.  Some of these stories are coming soon, some are available now, and some are simply free short stories I wanted to share with you!  Enjoy and don’t forget to check back in two weeks for the next Risky Retreat!

Mistaken Identity

“Are you hungry?” Charles asked.

“A little,” Briana said.

“The kitchen is this way,” he took the lead.

She followed behind him and admired the strength of his walk.  Only a man could walk like that and it looked like he had a nice butt too.  She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.  Charles looked back at her, “What’s so funny?”

She shook her head vibrantly, “Nothing.”

“It must be something because you’re laughing now are you going to leave me hanging?”

She giggled some more, “Nice butt.”

“You think so?” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Beautiful smile,” he said.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

In the kitchen he made stir fry vegetables and chicken.  Adding rice as their side. “Do you like sweet tea?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“If you don’t you’ll love mine.”  Charles poured her a glass of sweet tea adding a lemon and a straw. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m from another planet.”

“Why is that?”

“Because the only thing I know for certain is that I look like everyone else.  Human I mean.  I can’t imagine that when people have memory loss it’s a full loss like this.”

“Some people do and some can remember things from their past.  It depends on the circumstance and the reason behind the memory loss.  Your accident was bad you were lucky to wake up from that coma.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself.  Excuse me.”

“That’s normal, I’m sure you’ll have more questions and things on your mind as time goes along.  We’ll deal with them as they come.  Do you mind if we say grace before we eat?”

Briana was in lust with him.  She could tell by his mindset that he was not the average guy.  “No not at all.” She said.

They bowed their heads and Charles spoke to the Lord.  He asked for protection and guidance and blessings over their food.  While he prayed Briana watched him.  He was so handsome and had such a loving nature.  Could it have been possible for them to meet on such an awkward occasion?  Whatever the reason she was glad God put her in good hands.

“In Jesus name, “Amen.”

“Amen,” she said.

“I can say I remember him,” she said.

“Who?”

“Jesus.”

“And that’s really all that matters,” he responded.

“So you’re a Christian man huh?”

“I try to be.”

“No wife or kids?”

Charles put his fork down, “They died, two years ago.”

The revelation gave her pause, “I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what it wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m sorry for asking I just noticed this house is so big and not having any family here made me curious.”

“As you should be.  We never lived in this house.  This was one of the houses we’d picked out while house hunting.  Really we were just doing it for fun.  At the time we didn’t have the financial means to own a home with us trying take care of our family which was getting bigger.  She was pregnant.  Seven months.”

He hesitated.  Briana reached across the table and grabbed his hand.  “Maybe we should change the subject.” She said.

“Nah, I want you to know.  That way we can get it out and never have to bring it up again.”  He continued, “We were coming from my oldest son’s birthday party my parents had thrown him at their home.  He was turning eight.  We needed to go pick up groceries before we went home so we went to the party in separate vehicles to have room for the food.   I drove our pick-up truck while she drove the kids in our car in front of me.  The car was full.  My two son’s Alex and Seth, my wife, my niece and oldest nephew.  Halfway to the store a drunk driver crossed the lanes and ran into them head on.  I was about two cars behind them.  Immediately the car went up in flames.  When I got to them I pulled over and tried to get them out but the doors were jammed.  I couldn’t save them.  Not one of them.  I had to watch them burn.  Their screams and cries.  He paused again and closed his eyes his jaws clenched.

“My God,” Briana said.

His eyes glistened with fresh tears threatening to descend down his face as he relived the horrific accident.  Briana got up from the table and went to him.  At the moment boundaries were not thought of as she reached to console him.  She pulled at his chair and he allowed her to comfort him.  In his lap she sat and held him as he breathed heavily into her neck fighting back the breakdown that tried to consume him.

“The memory still hurts,” he said.

“I am so sorry I asked,” Briana said. “Please let’s change the subject.  Are you okay?”

“I was able to save you,” he said his voice tight.  “Ever since that day I have devoted my time to saving people in similar situations.  No family should ever have to watch a love one die that way.”

Briana felt chills flow through her.  This had to be the reason he was so caring when it came to her.  He truly was her guardian angel.

“I’m okay.  How are you?” he asked.

“I was better before I opened my big mouth.”

His honey brown eyes searched hers.  Charles felt her sincerity and raw emotion ran through his gut.  He was aware of her warm soft body invading his space and he didn’t mind it one bit.  His lips met hers and they kissed.  A simple kiss at first then his hands wrapped around her waist and their kiss deepened.  He turned her toward him and she straddled his lap.  They devoured each other, his lips sucking the bottom and top of her lips before inserting his tongue in her mouth.  Briana’s stomach was in knots and she savored the taste of him.  A moan left her mouth and found its way down Charles throat which was met with his own barbaric sexually stimulated grunt.  As Briana slightly pulled away from him for air, Charles rained kisses down her chin, across her face and to her neck. Briana felt his arousal grow beneath her which in turn made her body heat up from the bottom of her toes to the top of her ears.

In a breathless voice Briana spoke, “Maybe we should slow down.”

After she said it she regretted it.  No way did she want to slow down at least that’s what her body told her.  Charles fervent kisses slowed, he didn’t want to stop either.  Briana had set his emotions on high and every loin in his body wanted her right then right now.  Slowly he sat back his broad shoulders and chest heaving forcing himself to comply with her wishes.

“That wasn’t very Christ like, now was it?” Charles said with little amusement.

Briana fidgeted, “It’s just that,” she searched for the right words to say “I don’t want our love making to be in vain.  I don’t want it to happen because you’re feeling vulnerable right now.”

Charles regarded her for a long moment his thick eyelashes hovering over his strong penetrating gaze.  His tongue swept across his bottom lip as he assessed her, tasting the sweetness she left lingering on his mouth. “I can assure you,” he said his voice deep and husky “when we do make love there will be nothing vain about it.”

Briana’s breathing quickened, she stood her breast rubbing against his face.  Before he could stop himself his hands griped her waist and he stood picking her up her legs instantly wrapped around him, with one arm he pushed his dinner plate to the floor sending it crashing.  Charles laid her down on the table pressing his body against hers.  There was a momentary second of pause just long enough for him to give her the chance to stop him.  When she didn’t he leaned down kissing her navel leaving a trail of kisses up her bare flat stomach to the cleft between her breasts.

“Wait,” she said it was barely above a whisper.  He groaned. “I’m sorry,” she said.  Once again she was assaulted by his gaze.  “It’s not that I don’t want to—” her voice trailed off.  He stood letting her legs fall from his waist taking a step back.

“No,” he said, “I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

Briana sat up her body still yearning for him to forget everything she said and have his way with her.  Instead he held out his hand and helped her off the table and pulled her into his arms.  “Have a drink with me.”

“Sure,” she said “Are you trying to get me drunk now?”

He gave her a half smile, “When you’re ready I won’t have to get you drunk trust me.”

She smiled with thoughts of what could be with this handsome man.  “I don’t know whether to be scared of relived.”

“A little bit of both,” he said.

Release Date: March 1, 2016

 Mistaken Identity

Blurb

The only thing Briana and Tiana have in common are their identical looks. Tiana is tired of pretending to like her sister in fact she doesn’t love her at all.  She’s had enough of being in Briana’s shadow and after plotting her sister’s demise she takes the ultimate step to kill her and take over her life.


When Briana wakes up in the hospital after 6 months of being in a coma nothing is familiar to her not even the handsome gentleman sitting next to her bedside.  With smooth brown skin and a strong square jawline his masculinity keeps Briana’s voice at bay.  Even when his alluring brown eyes turn to meet hers with surprise no recognition hits her but she does feel something else.  Discouraged by her empty memory the thoughtful stranger turns into her knight in shining armor. Could she have been so lucky to wake up alongside him or does she need a serious wake-up call?

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Blog hopping through November

Today is officially the last day of my November virtual book tour. If you missed it, it’s okay head over to the navigation and click virtual book tour 2014. All the blogs I visited this month are there where you can get info on what went down. I want to thank the blogs that took out the time to feature me this month! I also want to thank the readers who followed me to each blog. If you did you most likely entered in the giveaway! If you didn’t you still have time to visit the blogs but you’ll have to do it today!

This month was also National Novel Writing Month. Now I participated in NaNoWriMo last year but this year I couldn’t get it done. Womp womp womp lol. I know right. I’m always up for trying it again, I will never stop writing and the NaNoWriMo presents a challenge I believe all writers need every once in a while to sharpen up there writing skills. Even though this years challenge didn’t go down the way I’d hoped, all is not lost in writing land. There are so many stories circulating through this head of mine you wouldn’t believe it. I’m convinced I’m going to have to go back to carrying around a handheld tape recorder to make sure I don’t lose one detail of these stories.

So be it! Where there’s a will there’s a way. I hope your turkey day was grand. Hope your Christmas is even better. If you participated in NaNoWriMo tell me how your experience was and if you won! I’ve decided to start doing giveaways right here from this site. I’ll only announce the giveaway on this site and to the subscribers of my newsletter so in order for you to be in on it you’ve gotta stay up to date with me! I’ll let this post be the first! If you’ve never read the Trouble In Paradise series leave a comment on this post and promise to review it and I’ll pick someone to win a copy. That starts right now!