It's real quiet (except for a couple of you) . Are you guys still mad at me? I really hated not posting yesterday, but I'm going to try to make it up today!
I'm in the midst of part 10 and hopefully can give you something over the weekend to sit and simmer.
My reader at my job just asked me why is it taking Tanner all freaking long to accept, but hey, she's doing a lot of thinking, okay.
While I'm doing this interuption I'd like to thank Chandan for the donation she made to the car / computer fund.
And Priscilla for a very big donation to the computer fund. That is just so wonderful!
The sleepy monster is getting to me and I'm fighting him desperately, but it's getting harder.
In any case, I'd love for you to comment on the story so far and what you think of it.
Enjoy Reads and Challenges
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Friday, February 03, 2006
Tanner's Devil 9.3
Before she could answer him, a knock came to the door, interrupting them. Pari came into the room, “I’m sorry. Was I interrupting something?”
Tanner remembered they were in a mid embrace and she moved away from Devlin and faced her roommate, moving in front of him as if her small body could hide his massive frame.
Devlin put back on his cap and turned partially away to hide his own upset.
“If you’re going on the low down out of here, we need to get you a fix,” Pari said evasively to Tanner.
Checking the time on her watch, she hadn’t realized how much time had gone by. “Yeah, but do we have any stuff here we can use to straighten me out?”
“Of course. Nina always keeps it around. She told me she still uses it and does others,” Pari said as if Tanner should have known this. “The girl could make a lot of money if she got away from Donetello’s trifling ass.”
“Is Nina okay to help because we’d go twice as fast,” Tanner asked.
“Nina insisted. She’s mixing it up now as we speak.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” Tanner promised.
Pari nodded and left.
Turning back to Devlin, she saw the confused expression on his face. “What?” she questioned.
“You are on drugs?” he asked appalled.
“I should be asking you that,” she teased, but his serious face demanded she answer his question. “No, I’m not on drugs, but these braids have to go.” She touched her head. “It’s late, but it’ll take two hours since my braids aren’t that thick and then I can take you out of here.”
Devlin sighed in relief. He knew of braiding very well and how African-American women many times had placed extensions in their hair to make it seem longer than what it really was. He would miss her hair being this long, but he felt he could get use to a short style as well. With her hair in braids at this time, he could not predict exactly how short it would be, but as long as she wasn’t bald headed he would still feel she was beautiful. “What about my offer?”
Tanner was speechless again because he was still pressuring her about this.
When she didn’t speak, Devlin gently held her chin after closing her mouth that had fallen open.
“Why don’t you do what you have to do and answer me when you’re done,” he suggested. “The worst you could say is no, right?” This was said with teasing that made his green eyes dance. “I will stay right here.”
Tanner nodded and left him alone closing the door after she had gone out the room. Taking a moment to father her thoughts, she leaned against the wall beside the door.
It was even crazy to even think about contemplating his offer.
‘You rocked his universe; he had said it himself. Obviously there’s something there for him.’
That was most likely the problem. Staying around him would increase the complexity of emotions already building for him and the last thing Tanner needed to do was fall in love. There would be nothing worse than giving up her dreams of what she wanted to do, by giving her heart to a man, who was even better than any Donetello in the world.
Yet, his soliloquy had been so honest and passionate. Something Tanner had not expected from a man like him. Was he really that honest? Or was this some type of mind game he was planning.
To test him, she opened the door abruptly. He faced her with a questioning look in his eyes.
“What did you mean when you said my body is luscious?”
“I meant that you are beautiful. Your curves, your color your character,” he said as if it was obvious.
She started to close the door fighting the urge to run to him and kiss him for that complimented and proving her wrong about him playing mind games. He was just too honest for words. ‘What rock did this guy crawl from under?’
“Wait,” he said.
It was her turn to have inquiry in her eyes.
“I need to ask you two questions, but I don’t want to offend you.”
“Yes, Devlin?”
“When did you have your last client before me?”
“Five years ago.”
“Are you really clean and healthy?”
They were valid questions and Tanner didn’t take offense to them. “My last check up was mandated by my internship two months ago. I passed all test with a healthy clean bill. Would you like references?”
The last question was filled with sarcasm, but he shook his head to let her know he trusted her.
She was about to leave again, before again he said, “Wait.”
“Yes, Devlin?”
“What’s your real name?”
Tanner frowned. The man was really insane. Should she point out that he had just asked her to marry him and did not know her entire name. “Tanner,” she answered.
“No, I mean your first name.”
“That is my first name.”
“What’s your last name?”
“Tanner.”
He frowned confused.
“It’s a long story. I don’t have a middle name and I don’t have time right now.”
He walked to the door and leaned down until his face was centimeters from hers. “Hopefully, once you accept my offer I can enjoy you telling me why you are named Tanner Tanner.”
She quickly closed the door on him trying to control her erratic breathing and she wanted to hide the flush enveloping her. ‘Do you know you were two seconds away from kissing him on the lips?!’ she reprimanded herself. ‘When had the sound of her name became so erotic or was that just the way it sounded?’
Tanner's Devil 9.3 (c) 2006 Sylvia HubbardTanner's Devil 9.2
Oh my goodness. Devlin's a trip to write from. Being in his head is like being in the mind of a very complicated man with basic needs. He's fun. I like him
Enjoy....
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“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound, Devlin? I’m a prostitute; you’re my john. There’s no way to avoid the fact that you come from high society and I’m nothing, but street trash.”
He started to speak, but she stopped him by putting her hand up to his face.
“Hear me out, Devlin. You are wealthy well known and with expectations from not only family, but society, to marry someone who is worthy!” Placing her hands on her chest to emphasize her point, she said, “I’m not that person. Yes, I said any woman would be honored and I am, but I’m not worthy.”
The look in his spearmint eyes, clearly told her she had not convinced him one bit.
Tanner huffed in frustrations. “You are a duke or something. You don’t come off your throne, go to Detroit, pick up a prostitute and decide to spend the rest of your life with her. That’s not only stupid, it just doesn’t happen! Even if I am a former prostitute and only came out of retirement for you in order to secure my education and my future, marrying you would be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done besides falling in love with a pimp and a man who kept me addicted to drugs just enough to pimp me out.” She couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice or her eyes to him of the horrible past she had experience. He had to understand that her education and becoming a legit nurse practioner was the only saving grace she had in her life. “I’ve worked too hard to get where I am and I don’t want to depend on another man to take care of me. Whether its your wife or your mistress. You’re a nice man and the loss of your virginity to me has made you blind as to what I was. I won’t allow you to make a decision because you’re thinking with the brain between your legs and not the one between your ears.”
The room was quiet as she waited for him to soak in all she had said.
After a few seconds, he finally spoke, “You’ve said your point. Now it’s my turn.”
Tanner started to speak again, but he placed a finger lightly over her lips.
“Hear me out,” Devlin ordered superciliously.
The tone of voice was almost imperialistic and the force of his words didn’t frighten her, but had a reverse effect of turning her on.
“Since I was sixteen, I’ve made decisions and no one can ever say I was foolhardy in my thinking. True, sex is new to me once I had experienced it hands-on, thanks to you. But I am and always will be businessman and any decision I make whether personal or business will effect what I do in my position.” Taking off his cap, he huffed in his own frustration. “I haven’t sat on a throne since the prime minister died and I had to hold the place the summer before I went to college until his son came home from college. This discussion is ridiculous. I cannot believe we are even trying to debate this subject.”
“I can’t believe it either,” she agreed. The idea of really being some type of royal was really overwhelming to Tanner.
Devlin gently held her shoulders and she allowed him to pull her closer to him, forcing her eyes to meet his, which were so serious. “I’m a high duke descendant of Devlin Rose in England and all my life I’ve been very serious about the position I was appointed to. I also accepted the fact that I would be celibate until it was time to marry. Knowing that, not many things that go on between my legs jeopardize my decisions or my appointment as a duke. My mother and my desire to make sure the memory of my grandfather and his father’s work is remembered with all who they have touched is always first and foremost in my life.”
“When I initially made the decision to ask you, true, it was a moment of panic, because I thought I would never see you again. But as I thought about it even after you slapped me, I begin to realize that the decision to have you as my wife makes perfect sense. My folly initially with my first wife-to-be was that I could not show enough confidence to please her sexually because of my virginity and reading and observing is much different than doing. I need a woman who can be an asset in my life and show me these things. I can marry as many times as I want after I lose my virginity to my first wife and bequeath the title of duchess when I want to. So marrying you will not only be and plus because of your knowledge sexually, but because if I don’t I will have failed at my mission to marry the woman I lose my virginity too.” His voice became overly disgusted as he said, “And don’t even think about trying to convince me to lie to another woman about my virgin state.”
He cooled himself down and continued. “On top of that, I would like to experience all there is with my first woman as a married man. I have anything money could buy, so whether she is rich or poor makes no difference to my appointment or me. I’m free to marry whomever I want. Her position in life whether it was the past or present has n bearings on my dukedom. Once I place a ring on her finger, she will be respected as my wife and if I so bequeath Duchess of Rose. Nothing else will be important except our future.”
Tanner wanted to cry, but bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from showing how his words were so sweet, because he seemed far from done.
“The fact that you have had experiences sexually is a plus and that I’m increasingly attracted to more than just your luscious body is a boon as well. Marriage to me would be no different than to anyone else. I am no one special. Just a man who want to feel like he is worthy to a woman who is so extraordinary that she can only see it through his eyes. I never dreamed of coming to Detroit. This was where the train let me off at and I had found a resource. None of this was planned but what’s done is done and my words are true and real. I want to marry you.”
The soliloquy had been powerfully stated and Tanner was close to tears by the conviction and passion of this man.
He wasn’t done though, but had taken a moment to allow her to soak up his words. His hands moved down to her arms and took her hands in his. “Very little amuses me, arouses me, or makes me uncomfortable. You make me feel all this and more at once.” He kissed her cheek.
“From what I’ve surmised you need to lay low until your ex’s temper dies down. I need a woman who can teach me things. Three months should be enough for both of us.”
“You only want to marry me for ninety days?” she questioned.
“Well, I’m under the impression you have other plans. I understand that your education means a lot to you. Any longer would take you off course. I would secure any thing you need in that time so you would not have to return to Detroit and even though I am high profile, no one has to know if they aren’t looking for it or expecting it. I have a home in New York where I can hide you away from anyone looking for you.”
“You don’t have to marry me to sleep with me, Devlin.”
“I know, but for my own completeness I want to. I need to know you are mine only. I want to experience everything with you.”
Crudely, she said, “You can’t make a ho a housewife.”
He smirked not the least insulted. “True, but I don’t need anyone to pick up my socks, wash my clothes, clean my houses or cook my food. I have servants for that. Your company will do well enough.”
Tanner covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“No, just a man who knows what he wants. And I want you. Will you marry me?”
Tanner's Devil 9.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
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“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound, Devlin? I’m a prostitute; you’re my john. There’s no way to avoid the fact that you come from high society and I’m nothing, but street trash.”
He started to speak, but she stopped him by putting her hand up to his face.
“Hear me out, Devlin. You are wealthy well known and with expectations from not only family, but society, to marry someone who is worthy!” Placing her hands on her chest to emphasize her point, she said, “I’m not that person. Yes, I said any woman would be honored and I am, but I’m not worthy.”
The look in his spearmint eyes, clearly told her she had not convinced him one bit.
Tanner huffed in frustrations. “You are a duke or something. You don’t come off your throne, go to Detroit, pick up a prostitute and decide to spend the rest of your life with her. That’s not only stupid, it just doesn’t happen! Even if I am a former prostitute and only came out of retirement for you in order to secure my education and my future, marrying you would be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done besides falling in love with a pimp and a man who kept me addicted to drugs just enough to pimp me out.” She couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice or her eyes to him of the horrible past she had experience. He had to understand that her education and becoming a legit nurse practioner was the only saving grace she had in her life. “I’ve worked too hard to get where I am and I don’t want to depend on another man to take care of me. Whether its your wife or your mistress. You’re a nice man and the loss of your virginity to me has made you blind as to what I was. I won’t allow you to make a decision because you’re thinking with the brain between your legs and not the one between your ears.”
The room was quiet as she waited for him to soak in all she had said.
After a few seconds, he finally spoke, “You’ve said your point. Now it’s my turn.”
Tanner started to speak again, but he placed a finger lightly over her lips.
“Hear me out,” Devlin ordered superciliously.
The tone of voice was almost imperialistic and the force of his words didn’t frighten her, but had a reverse effect of turning her on.
“Since I was sixteen, I’ve made decisions and no one can ever say I was foolhardy in my thinking. True, sex is new to me once I had experienced it hands-on, thanks to you. But I am and always will be businessman and any decision I make whether personal or business will effect what I do in my position.” Taking off his cap, he huffed in his own frustration. “I haven’t sat on a throne since the prime minister died and I had to hold the place the summer before I went to college until his son came home from college. This discussion is ridiculous. I cannot believe we are even trying to debate this subject.”
“I can’t believe it either,” she agreed. The idea of really being some type of royal was really overwhelming to Tanner.
Devlin gently held her shoulders and she allowed him to pull her closer to him, forcing her eyes to meet his, which were so serious. “I’m a high duke descendant of Devlin Rose in England and all my life I’ve been very serious about the position I was appointed to. I also accepted the fact that I would be celibate until it was time to marry. Knowing that, not many things that go on between my legs jeopardize my decisions or my appointment as a duke. My mother and my desire to make sure the memory of my grandfather and his father’s work is remembered with all who they have touched is always first and foremost in my life.”
“When I initially made the decision to ask you, true, it was a moment of panic, because I thought I would never see you again. But as I thought about it even after you slapped me, I begin to realize that the decision to have you as my wife makes perfect sense. My folly initially with my first wife-to-be was that I could not show enough confidence to please her sexually because of my virginity and reading and observing is much different than doing. I need a woman who can be an asset in my life and show me these things. I can marry as many times as I want after I lose my virginity to my first wife and bequeath the title of duchess when I want to. So marrying you will not only be and plus because of your knowledge sexually, but because if I don’t I will have failed at my mission to marry the woman I lose my virginity too.” His voice became overly disgusted as he said, “And don’t even think about trying to convince me to lie to another woman about my virgin state.”
He cooled himself down and continued. “On top of that, I would like to experience all there is with my first woman as a married man. I have anything money could buy, so whether she is rich or poor makes no difference to my appointment or me. I’m free to marry whomever I want. Her position in life whether it was the past or present has n bearings on my dukedom. Once I place a ring on her finger, she will be respected as my wife and if I so bequeath Duchess of Rose. Nothing else will be important except our future.”
Tanner wanted to cry, but bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from showing how his words were so sweet, because he seemed far from done.
“The fact that you have had experiences sexually is a plus and that I’m increasingly attracted to more than just your luscious body is a boon as well. Marriage to me would be no different than to anyone else. I am no one special. Just a man who want to feel like he is worthy to a woman who is so extraordinary that she can only see it through his eyes. I never dreamed of coming to Detroit. This was where the train let me off at and I had found a resource. None of this was planned but what’s done is done and my words are true and real. I want to marry you.”
The soliloquy had been powerfully stated and Tanner was close to tears by the conviction and passion of this man.
He wasn’t done though, but had taken a moment to allow her to soak up his words. His hands moved down to her arms and took her hands in his. “Very little amuses me, arouses me, or makes me uncomfortable. You make me feel all this and more at once.” He kissed her cheek.
“From what I’ve surmised you need to lay low until your ex’s temper dies down. I need a woman who can teach me things. Three months should be enough for both of us.”
“You only want to marry me for ninety days?” she questioned.
“Well, I’m under the impression you have other plans. I understand that your education means a lot to you. Any longer would take you off course. I would secure any thing you need in that time so you would not have to return to Detroit and even though I am high profile, no one has to know if they aren’t looking for it or expecting it. I have a home in New York where I can hide you away from anyone looking for you.”
“You don’t have to marry me to sleep with me, Devlin.”
“I know, but for my own completeness I want to. I need to know you are mine only. I want to experience everything with you.”
Crudely, she said, “You can’t make a ho a housewife.”
He smirked not the least insulted. “True, but I don’t need anyone to pick up my socks, wash my clothes, clean my houses or cook my food. I have servants for that. Your company will do well enough.”
Tanner covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“No, just a man who knows what he wants. And I want you. Will you marry me?”
Tanner's Devil 9.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Tanner's Devil Part 9.1
I'm on time - for once - and I'm so sorry about yesterday.
I hope I didn't lose anyone, but I got mad writing time in - of course with lots of cramps in my writing hand.
I'm going to have to invest in a stress ball where I could just squeeze it or start using my left hand to write the story to give my right hand a rest.
Enjoy...
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“I’m a street doctor.”
“You deal drugs?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I fix people who can’t go to the hospital.”
“But that’s illegal.”
“So is soliciting a prostitute.”
It was Devlin’s turn to become amused. Her comeback had been filled with sarcasm. They held eye contact waiting for a concession and he could see that this woman was certainly going to bring something different to his life. “How long have you been a street doctor?” he asked.
“For as long as I can remember and it has been like that in my family for generations. And yes, I know it’s illegal, but I’m so close to getting my degree I can taste it. I scored almost perfect on my M-Cats and the money I earned…from mostly you, gave me enough to pay everything off.”
“And you’re still jeopardizing it all?”
“Jamroque needed me and it’s my fault he’s like this. I lied to my ex-pimp, Donetello, so I wouldn’t have to let him know I took the job and share the spoils. I paid Jamroque to tell him I sent another friend. My ex-pimp doesn’t take deception well and has hurt Jamroque because of
me.”
“Will he hurt you?”
“Most likely, if he can get his hands on me. Some severe beating just to get it out of his system. What I can’t figure out if Jamroque didn’t tell, how did Donetello know I came to you?”
The idea that she accepted “a beating” so easily horrified him. Devlin realized then it had been his fault her pimp had found out.
“Why would he want to share the spoils? I paid handsomely for you. Plus, if sharing the spoils is your only problem, I’ll give you the money you need to get you out of a beating.” The word left a bad taste in his mouth.
“That’s all find and good, Devlin.” Sarcasm dripped heavily off her voice. “And I’m happy you can waste your money like that, but Donetello doesn’t want me to pay him back in money.”
Devlin wasn’t an idiot and immediately understood the payment plan. The more he thought about it, Devlin started to feel a little guilty in this entire matter. Tanner’s deceit had been known to her pimp by Devlin’s greed to have her again. This explained the man’s uneasiness on the phone and why Devlin had to describe Tanner. The pimp really had never known Tanner came to the hotel.
“I should admit that it is my fault that your … pimp found out about you,” Devlin said and then explained what he had done.
Tanner flinched as he told her this because as he revealed what he had done, she understood why Donetello had shot Jamroque. Yes, he was passed pissed and if she faced her ex-pimp now, he would certainly lay hands on her. She needed to get away and give him time to cool off.
Couple of months most definitely would do, but the quandary she was in, was where could she go that Donetello didn’t know about and Pari couldn’t get in trouble for keeping it a secret.
“That still doesn’t explain why I needed to vacant the hotel’s premise,” Devlin pointed out.
“Because my ex-pimp is also my ex-boyfriend and he is jealous as hell. No ones ever asked for a repeat so soon.” She flushed. “Donetello must know I…” She bit her lip and covered her blush with her hands over her face embarrassed.
Devlin moved closer to her. “Knows you what?”
“He probably knows I put something on you and in turn really enjoyed myself,” she admitted.
A look of confusion marred his features. “Put something on me?” he asked, as if she had spoken another language.
“You know, rocked your world, but he didn’t know about you being a virgin.”
He chuckled at her colloquial speech. “Quite serious, I felt even if I was a seasoned expert at making love you still would have rocked my world.”
Tanner’s mouth drop wide open in shock at that most flattering admission. If she stayed around him long enough, she’d be changing her underwear every two hours from his outright honesty.
Gathering her wits and trying not to show the instant arousal she was experiencing, Tanner said,
“We have to get you out of Detroit. Or do you have somewhere else to stay here in town?”
“I could always find a place, but if you feel staying here would not be healthy, then we should plan to leave from the city together, don’t you think? That would be the last place any adversaries would suspect you to be.”
Tanner blinked her eyes and shook her head as if she had heard something totally preposterous. “Wait Devlin! We? Us? Unless you’ve talking some funny French, there is no we. I can’t just go with you.”
“I speak French and four other languages quite well and did not stutter.” He stepped back out of her arms reach. “My offer still stands, I want you to marry me.”
Tanner's Devil Part 9.1 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
I hope I didn't lose anyone, but I got mad writing time in - of course with lots of cramps in my writing hand.
I'm going to have to invest in a stress ball where I could just squeeze it or start using my left hand to write the story to give my right hand a rest.
Enjoy...
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“I’m a street doctor.”
“You deal drugs?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I fix people who can’t go to the hospital.”
“But that’s illegal.”
“So is soliciting a prostitute.”
It was Devlin’s turn to become amused. Her comeback had been filled with sarcasm. They held eye contact waiting for a concession and he could see that this woman was certainly going to bring something different to his life. “How long have you been a street doctor?” he asked.
“For as long as I can remember and it has been like that in my family for generations. And yes, I know it’s illegal, but I’m so close to getting my degree I can taste it. I scored almost perfect on my M-Cats and the money I earned…from mostly you, gave me enough to pay everything off.”
“And you’re still jeopardizing it all?”
“Jamroque needed me and it’s my fault he’s like this. I lied to my ex-pimp, Donetello, so I wouldn’t have to let him know I took the job and share the spoils. I paid Jamroque to tell him I sent another friend. My ex-pimp doesn’t take deception well and has hurt Jamroque because of
me.”
“Will he hurt you?”
“Most likely, if he can get his hands on me. Some severe beating just to get it out of his system. What I can’t figure out if Jamroque didn’t tell, how did Donetello know I came to you?”
The idea that she accepted “a beating” so easily horrified him. Devlin realized then it had been his fault her pimp had found out.
“Why would he want to share the spoils? I paid handsomely for you. Plus, if sharing the spoils is your only problem, I’ll give you the money you need to get you out of a beating.” The word left a bad taste in his mouth.
“That’s all find and good, Devlin.” Sarcasm dripped heavily off her voice. “And I’m happy you can waste your money like that, but Donetello doesn’t want me to pay him back in money.”
Devlin wasn’t an idiot and immediately understood the payment plan. The more he thought about it, Devlin started to feel a little guilty in this entire matter. Tanner’s deceit had been known to her pimp by Devlin’s greed to have her again. This explained the man’s uneasiness on the phone and why Devlin had to describe Tanner. The pimp really had never known Tanner came to the hotel.
“I should admit that it is my fault that your … pimp found out about you,” Devlin said and then explained what he had done.
Tanner flinched as he told her this because as he revealed what he had done, she understood why Donetello had shot Jamroque. Yes, he was passed pissed and if she faced her ex-pimp now, he would certainly lay hands on her. She needed to get away and give him time to cool off.
Couple of months most definitely would do, but the quandary she was in, was where could she go that Donetello didn’t know about and Pari couldn’t get in trouble for keeping it a secret.
“That still doesn’t explain why I needed to vacant the hotel’s premise,” Devlin pointed out.
“Because my ex-pimp is also my ex-boyfriend and he is jealous as hell. No ones ever asked for a repeat so soon.” She flushed. “Donetello must know I…” She bit her lip and covered her blush with her hands over her face embarrassed.
Devlin moved closer to her. “Knows you what?”
“He probably knows I put something on you and in turn really enjoyed myself,” she admitted.
A look of confusion marred his features. “Put something on me?” he asked, as if she had spoken another language.
“You know, rocked your world, but he didn’t know about you being a virgin.”
He chuckled at her colloquial speech. “Quite serious, I felt even if I was a seasoned expert at making love you still would have rocked my world.”
Tanner’s mouth drop wide open in shock at that most flattering admission. If she stayed around him long enough, she’d be changing her underwear every two hours from his outright honesty.
Gathering her wits and trying not to show the instant arousal she was experiencing, Tanner said,
“We have to get you out of Detroit. Or do you have somewhere else to stay here in town?”
“I could always find a place, but if you feel staying here would not be healthy, then we should plan to leave from the city together, don’t you think? That would be the last place any adversaries would suspect you to be.”
Tanner blinked her eyes and shook her head as if she had heard something totally preposterous. “Wait Devlin! We? Us? Unless you’ve talking some funny French, there is no we. I can’t just go with you.”
“I speak French and four other languages quite well and did not stutter.” He stepped back out of her arms reach. “My offer still stands, I want you to marry me.”
Tanner's Devil Part 9.1 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Author Interuption: Bad News!
I just got word that I'll be in training tomorrow!
Eww!
So how does this affect you?
Seriously!
I won't be able to post at all until Friday. Hopefully by then I'd have Tanner straightened out by then or knowing me even more messed up.
I'm so so sorry.
Shai, if you stop by my house and try to kill me, everyone else will be upset they didn't get licks in and no fair calling me and asking me what's going to happen just because we live in the same area code, LOL.
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Eww!
So how does this affect you?
Seriously!
I won't be able to post at all until Friday. Hopefully by then I'd have Tanner straightened out by then or knowing me even more messed up.
I'm so so sorry.
Shai, if you stop by my house and try to kill me, everyone else will be upset they didn't get licks in and no fair calling me and asking me what's going to happen just because we live in the same area code, LOL.
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Tanner's Devil Part 8.2
Devlin didn’t know why he was letting this woman drive him anywhere, but as she drove like a bat out of hell he could sense her panic and wanted to quell this feeling in her somehow.
So why had he asked her to marry him? A moment of insanity? No, Devlin was a businessman. He had made powerful decisions based on millions of dollars and millions of lives since he was sixteen years old, so why did he abruptly ask a complete stranger to marry him? Not just a complete stranger, but he was very aware she was a prostitute, a streetwalker!
His whole life had felt he had been missing something and even after he had lost his
celibate state, he still found that inner satisfaction incomplete. Yet the more he was around her, the more he found himself needing her and feeling satisfied personally.
She stopped in front of a dilapidated home, which looked as if it were built in the worst part of Motown. Abandoned homes scattered the block in disrepair or which aluminum and metal had been stripped from the outside and inside of the home. The smell of garbage was very prevalent, but it was hard trying to figure out if it was coming from a specific area or it was just all around. On top of that there were vacant lots filled with illegal bulk dumped carelessly and garbage strewn all over these lots and the streets.
“Stay here!” she ordered.
“No!” he said. True, he may not be able to protect her from a bullet, but he didn’t want her out of his eyesight.
“Fine,” she said completely frustrated by his obstinacy. “But stay close and keep your mouth closed.”
He put his cap on low and followed her to the front door of the decrepit home. There was no doorbell and she hit the door hard several times with her fist as if there were a fire outside.
The smell of urine, human waste and maggots flooded his nostrils and he was almost inclined to throw up, but kept his eyes on her, glad that he had only eaten the sandwich. She didn’t look affected by the smell at all.
While they waited for the door to open, he asked, “Do you live over here?”
“Not too far,” she responded just as the door opened and a skinny woman answered the door.
Her hair was knotted and there was a white film around her cracked lips as if she had licked her lips a million times and just forgot to wipe the residue off. Dark skinned and medium height, she looked as if she had not eaten in days.
Cold brown eyes assessed him first, but then immediately warmed when they landed on the woman beside him. “Tanner!” she exclaimed. “Pari, just got here with your stuff.”
Devlin was still confused as to why people called her by that name, but she answered to it. Was it a nickname? He wondered briefly.
Tanner gasped. “ Pari’s here, Nina?” she asked, stepping in the house, as if she had heard wrong.
Devlin followed taken aback at how poor the home look. There was a smell of dead water, a low lit cheap lamp at the front room and everything looked old and dirty. Did Tanner’s home look like this too?
“She came from the ally,” the woman, Nina, said, occasionally looking over at Devlin as if he were not to be trusted.
“Take me to Jam,” Tanner ordered.
Nina led them through the house, which Devlin found himself ducking through doorways that seemed too low for his immense height. ‘People lived in this small ass place?’ He asked himself as they passed a kitchen and two bedrooms.
The skinny woman stopped at a door and looked warily at Devlin again. “Whose the cracker?”
Tanner glanced Devlin and then said in an amused voice, “Your Thursday night.”
This was enough to suffice and Nina looked appreciably over at Devlin combined with a look of jealousy. She opened the back bedroom door where a man was laying on the bed.
Another woman was over this man hunched over in an awkward position. She was about Tanner’s size, but with more height, caramel skinned with long natural waist length hair as if she had just stepped out a salon. Three burly men trying to hold the man on the bed down, while the woman was applying pressure to the man’s side, also surrounded her. She was dressed in beige pajamas with no shoes on and her feet were dirty.
Tanner threw her coat and hat off and went over to the bed, while putting on some latex gloves. She took instant charge of what seemed like chaos and Devlin was amazed how people jumped at her barking orders. He then realized she was peeling away the man’s clothing and blood began to spill out on the bed and floor.
“He’s bleeding,” Devlin said as if no one else knew what was going on.
Tanner looked at him sharply. “Come here,” she ordered Devlin and then looked at the exotic dark woman who had been on the bed. “Give him some gloves.”
Not use to a woman telling what to do, he hesitated, but she outstretched a blood soaked glove covered hand and he stepped closer to the bed.
“Put the gloves on,” she ordered. “I need your help hold him down.”
He obeyed and waited while she ordered everyone out of Devlin’s way, while still keeping pressure on the wound.
Devlin moved on the bed and took over holding the young man down. Upon closer look, he remembered this young man from the other night. Jamroque?
“Whose the big ass cracker?” one of the burly men asked in a off the wall comment. Someone hushed the man.
Tanner’s orders became quieter and if he had not been as close as he was, he would not have heard her, but she trusted he would speak for her. She was conserving her energy and concentration on the task at hand - removing the bullet and sparing this young man’s life.
The time it would have taken to gather Jamroque and drive to the hospital would have killed him.
Yet, Devlin knew all she had done was illegal and what she had administered as if she were a surgical doctor had been just incredible to watch, but she looked as if she knew what she was doing.
The other woman, who was assisting her and had a stethoscope at the young man’s chest, spoke when Tanner put in the last stitch. “His heart rate’s steady.”
Tanner cleaned her hands and listened in the stethoscope. “Good.” She gave him an injection and ordered the friend to clean up. “He’s going to be sleeping a while. Keep an eye on him, Pari.”
The friend nodded as Tanner told Devlin to release Jamroque.
“Are you sure you weren’t followed?” Tanner questioned Pari worried.
“I’m sure. When Nina called asking for you, I thought maybe her wound had opened and I knew you would come and would need your stuff.” The friend looked up at him at first awed at how really big he was and then frowning curiously.
“Thank you, Pari,” she said gratefully.
“Tanner,” the friend asked glancing distrustfully at Devlin. “He’s looking for you.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. He’s mad and I think he knows the whole truth.”
“What truth?” Devlin asked harshly, hearing enough without saying anything.
Tanner saw the displeasure in his face as she took off her gloves and then helped him take off his. “Let’s take this in another room.”
“No!” he said imperialistically.
That obstinate tone gyrated on her nerves like bad chalk on a board and Tanner was almost inclined to air everything there, but she gently took his hand and pressed up against him.
“Please,” she whispered not breaking eye contact.
He looked around the room and realized everyone was watching them. He allowed her to guide him into an even smaller room that couldn’t even house all the things he had in his closet.
“Someone lives here?” he asked incredulously when they ensconced in room alone.
Tanner chuckled at the innocence in his voice. “Yes, Devlin.”
“Tell me everything,” he ordered not wasting any more time. “Why did I have to leave the hotel room and why did you just do an illegal surgical procedure like you were born to do it.”
She blushed from the compliment and prepared to answer all his questions.
Tanner's Devil 8.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
So why had he asked her to marry him? A moment of insanity? No, Devlin was a businessman. He had made powerful decisions based on millions of dollars and millions of lives since he was sixteen years old, so why did he abruptly ask a complete stranger to marry him? Not just a complete stranger, but he was very aware she was a prostitute, a streetwalker!
His whole life had felt he had been missing something and even after he had lost his
celibate state, he still found that inner satisfaction incomplete. Yet the more he was around her, the more he found himself needing her and feeling satisfied personally.
She stopped in front of a dilapidated home, which looked as if it were built in the worst part of Motown. Abandoned homes scattered the block in disrepair or which aluminum and metal had been stripped from the outside and inside of the home. The smell of garbage was very prevalent, but it was hard trying to figure out if it was coming from a specific area or it was just all around. On top of that there were vacant lots filled with illegal bulk dumped carelessly and garbage strewn all over these lots and the streets.
“Stay here!” she ordered.
“No!” he said. True, he may not be able to protect her from a bullet, but he didn’t want her out of his eyesight.
“Fine,” she said completely frustrated by his obstinacy. “But stay close and keep your mouth closed.”
He put his cap on low and followed her to the front door of the decrepit home. There was no doorbell and she hit the door hard several times with her fist as if there were a fire outside.
The smell of urine, human waste and maggots flooded his nostrils and he was almost inclined to throw up, but kept his eyes on her, glad that he had only eaten the sandwich. She didn’t look affected by the smell at all.
While they waited for the door to open, he asked, “Do you live over here?”
“Not too far,” she responded just as the door opened and a skinny woman answered the door.
Her hair was knotted and there was a white film around her cracked lips as if she had licked her lips a million times and just forgot to wipe the residue off. Dark skinned and medium height, she looked as if she had not eaten in days.
Cold brown eyes assessed him first, but then immediately warmed when they landed on the woman beside him. “Tanner!” she exclaimed. “Pari, just got here with your stuff.”
Devlin was still confused as to why people called her by that name, but she answered to it. Was it a nickname? He wondered briefly.
Tanner gasped. “ Pari’s here, Nina?” she asked, stepping in the house, as if she had heard wrong.
Devlin followed taken aback at how poor the home look. There was a smell of dead water, a low lit cheap lamp at the front room and everything looked old and dirty. Did Tanner’s home look like this too?
“She came from the ally,” the woman, Nina, said, occasionally looking over at Devlin as if he were not to be trusted.
“Take me to Jam,” Tanner ordered.
Nina led them through the house, which Devlin found himself ducking through doorways that seemed too low for his immense height. ‘People lived in this small ass place?’ He asked himself as they passed a kitchen and two bedrooms.
The skinny woman stopped at a door and looked warily at Devlin again. “Whose the cracker?”
Tanner glanced Devlin and then said in an amused voice, “Your Thursday night.”
This was enough to suffice and Nina looked appreciably over at Devlin combined with a look of jealousy. She opened the back bedroom door where a man was laying on the bed.
Another woman was over this man hunched over in an awkward position. She was about Tanner’s size, but with more height, caramel skinned with long natural waist length hair as if she had just stepped out a salon. Three burly men trying to hold the man on the bed down, while the woman was applying pressure to the man’s side, also surrounded her. She was dressed in beige pajamas with no shoes on and her feet were dirty.
Tanner threw her coat and hat off and went over to the bed, while putting on some latex gloves. She took instant charge of what seemed like chaos and Devlin was amazed how people jumped at her barking orders. He then realized she was peeling away the man’s clothing and blood began to spill out on the bed and floor.
“He’s bleeding,” Devlin said as if no one else knew what was going on.
Tanner looked at him sharply. “Come here,” she ordered Devlin and then looked at the exotic dark woman who had been on the bed. “Give him some gloves.”
Not use to a woman telling what to do, he hesitated, but she outstretched a blood soaked glove covered hand and he stepped closer to the bed.
“Put the gloves on,” she ordered. “I need your help hold him down.”
He obeyed and waited while she ordered everyone out of Devlin’s way, while still keeping pressure on the wound.
Devlin moved on the bed and took over holding the young man down. Upon closer look, he remembered this young man from the other night. Jamroque?
“Whose the big ass cracker?” one of the burly men asked in a off the wall comment. Someone hushed the man.
Tanner’s orders became quieter and if he had not been as close as he was, he would not have heard her, but she trusted he would speak for her. She was conserving her energy and concentration on the task at hand - removing the bullet and sparing this young man’s life.
The time it would have taken to gather Jamroque and drive to the hospital would have killed him.
Yet, Devlin knew all she had done was illegal and what she had administered as if she were a surgical doctor had been just incredible to watch, but she looked as if she knew what she was doing.
The other woman, who was assisting her and had a stethoscope at the young man’s chest, spoke when Tanner put in the last stitch. “His heart rate’s steady.”
Tanner cleaned her hands and listened in the stethoscope. “Good.” She gave him an injection and ordered the friend to clean up. “He’s going to be sleeping a while. Keep an eye on him, Pari.”
The friend nodded as Tanner told Devlin to release Jamroque.
“Are you sure you weren’t followed?” Tanner questioned Pari worried.
“I’m sure. When Nina called asking for you, I thought maybe her wound had opened and I knew you would come and would need your stuff.” The friend looked up at him at first awed at how really big he was and then frowning curiously.
“Thank you, Pari,” she said gratefully.
“Tanner,” the friend asked glancing distrustfully at Devlin. “He’s looking for you.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. He’s mad and I think he knows the whole truth.”
“What truth?” Devlin asked harshly, hearing enough without saying anything.
Tanner saw the displeasure in his face as she took off her gloves and then helped him take off his. “Let’s take this in another room.”
“No!” he said imperialistically.
That obstinate tone gyrated on her nerves like bad chalk on a board and Tanner was almost inclined to air everything there, but she gently took his hand and pressed up against him.
“Please,” she whispered not breaking eye contact.
He looked around the room and realized everyone was watching them. He allowed her to guide him into an even smaller room that couldn’t even house all the things he had in his closet.
“Someone lives here?” he asked incredulously when they ensconced in room alone.
Tanner chuckled at the innocence in his voice. “Yes, Devlin.”
“Tell me everything,” he ordered not wasting any more time. “Why did I have to leave the hotel room and why did you just do an illegal surgical procedure like you were born to do it.”
She blushed from the compliment and prepared to answer all his questions.
Tanner's Devil 8.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Tanner's Devil Part 8.1
Wow! I haven't had this much hitting and threatening since Mistaken Identity. Don't make me PPO all y'all, LOL.
My old readers must know me by now, but I think I've picked up some new ones who aren't familiar with my writing ways.
I'm at work, people, and though I only answer the phones, I'm typing the story as I talk on the phone, handle customer complaints, plus I'm doing online interviews, answering emails, answering calls on my cell phone and keeping up with office gossip fodder.
So if i happen to post more than three parts in one day, that's a blue moon, trust me.
I'm also typing the book LIVE! Meaning as soon as I get it out of my head, you're reading it. LIVE folks! (which does account for some mistakes and partial inaccuracies which you've pointed out to me offline - thank you) but I think i'm doing pretty good cause I got you on the edge of your seat.
BTW, Thank you Janet for the donation to the car/computer fund. That was a nice unexpected surprise.
This might be the last post today. I leave the office at 4.30 EST and with no computer at home I'm unable to do anything until I get back to work tomorrow morning at 8am. I'll hand write some, but it's Wednesday and I just bought 4BRothers & Hustle and Flow. I'm getting my Terrance Howard Fix for Wednesday and then I'll be watching CSI @ 10.
I'm going to write to Oprah, not because I want her to feature my books. But because I'd like her to make my fantasy of a three way hug on nationally TV. I want Terrance Howard in a hug, Michael Ealy in the back and the guy from CSI Las Vegas on the side. Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!
I haven't had a vacation in 10 years (not even my husband gave me a honeymoon when we were married - ever!!!) and if I got that hug, it would be worth 10 more years of no vacations. Whew!!!!
Anyway, Terrance Howard makes me moist and that's a double whammy when I get to watch CSI.
Sistah need a man, don't she? And a life. That's a shame I gotta get my jollies off of Terrance Howard on screen and Gary Sinese, LOL.
Without further ado...
Enjoy...
+++++++++++++++++++
Tanner covered her mouth in horror at what she had done. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ her mind screamed, but she said out loud, “I’m so sorry.” Forgetting protocol, she rushed over to him and hugged him burying her face in his chest.
Devlin had not expected the abrupt physical contact, but he had not expected to even propose in the first place, but she had forced his hand and Devlin thought there was a terrible possibility that he wouldn’t see her again if she walked out the door. No other person in his life had made him so anxious and nervous at the same time. Nor had he ever felt like he needed someone so much before. Even his fiancée had not gotten him to act so irrational before.
Yet once he had proposed the reaction to the proposal had been a shock to him. The last slap to the face had been from his mother about six years ago. Instinctively, he wanted to emphasis who he was, but suppressed this urge.
Before he really had a chance to feel hurt or pain from the slap, her body was pressed against his and her face was buried in his shirt. She was too short to pull her arms around his neck, but he enjoyed the effort of her standing on her tiptoes, her hands barely able to make it over his shoulders. Looking over her body, he could admire the firmness of her derriere and Devlin found it titillating to feel her breast against his stomach.
She was saying an apology, but Devlin chose not to speak. Since she hadn’t button up her pants yet, his long arms moved around her body to the back and he slipped his hands down the back of her pants. His palms cupped perfectly under her plump cheeks and he wished they could just abandon the clothes. She had to weigh about a good 150, which he could have easily lifted and impaled-
“What are you doing?!” she asked incredulously, looking up at him.
“Enjoying myself?”
She pushed away from him sharply and narrowed her eyes. “Are you even hurt or angry?”
“Because you slapped me for asking to marry you? Or just the physical act itself?”
“Both.” She massaged her sore wrist knowing she hurt herself more than she hurt him.
He rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him. “I’m not physically hurt? Confused as to why you would react like that. You said before any woman would be honored, right?”
Before she could respond to that her cell phone rung.
Tanner dug in her back pocket where she had pushed the phone.
“Tanner, are you there?” Jamroque asked when she finally found the phone and pushed the speaker option.
“Yeah, I’m here?” she answered worriedly.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Why?”
“Donetello’s… he came over to the bar and demanded I tell him where the john was at that I took you to last night. He pulled out a gun, Tanner. I had to tell, but I thought I should let you know that he’s killing mad...” He winced. “Good thing he’s a bad shot and I can play the fuck out of dead.”
Fear swept through her. Donetello knew. “How long, Jamroque?”
“Few minutes.” He winced. “Need you to come for me…Nina’s. Please Tanner.”
A few minutes? Fuck! She needed to go see about Jamroque and do whatever she could do to help him, but she also needed to get Devlin to safety, although she was positive he had no where else to go locally.
Putting the phone back in her pocket, she looked at Devlin. “Pack all your things, we have to go, now!”
“What’s going on?” he questioned.
“Don’t ask questions, please. We don’t have much time.”
He packed everything – even the hated tuxedo in the large duffel bag he had bought and then followed her outside.
“Do you have a ride?” she questioned.
“To where?”
Tanner couldn’t help at smile at his innocence to her slang. “Do you have a car?”
Devlin pointed to the rented dark blue Impala. She put her hands out. “Keys,” she ordered.
Reluctantly he gave her the keys and followed her to the car. She popped the trunk for him and once he was strapped down in the passenger side, she took off burning rubber.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?” he demanded very aware she was speeding.
Without taking her eyes off the road, she said, “A friend of mine needs help.”
“I’m well aware from the prior conversation I heard over your cell phone. What does that have to do with me leaving my hotel and why would someone want to come there for me because you were with me? Wasn’t that your job?”
She cut him a look of annoyance on purpose, but she really didn’t want to go into explanation right then and there. It was too much on her mind. Focusing her anger on the road, she put the petal to the metal and took a curve at fifty miles and hour. “Let’s just say you weren’t safe.” She jumped on the freeway and weaved in and out of traffic.
“Damn! You’re driving like a damn ambulance.” He checked his seatbelt to make sure it was secure.
When they arrived at Nina’s, Tanner checked up and down the street for anything familiar. With the coast being clear, she only relaxed a little bit. Looking back in the car, she ordered, “Stay here.”
“No!” he barked adamantly.
There was no time to argue and she allowed him to follow her.
Tanner's Devil Part 8.1 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
My old readers must know me by now, but I think I've picked up some new ones who aren't familiar with my writing ways.
I'm at work, people, and though I only answer the phones, I'm typing the story as I talk on the phone, handle customer complaints, plus I'm doing online interviews, answering emails, answering calls on my cell phone and keeping up with office gossip fodder.
So if i happen to post more than three parts in one day, that's a blue moon, trust me.
I'm also typing the book LIVE! Meaning as soon as I get it out of my head, you're reading it. LIVE folks! (which does account for some mistakes and partial inaccuracies which you've pointed out to me offline - thank you) but I think i'm doing pretty good cause I got you on the edge of your seat.
BTW, Thank you Janet for the donation to the car/computer fund. That was a nice unexpected surprise.
This might be the last post today. I leave the office at 4.30 EST and with no computer at home I'm unable to do anything until I get back to work tomorrow morning at 8am. I'll hand write some, but it's Wednesday and I just bought 4BRothers & Hustle and Flow. I'm getting my Terrance Howard Fix for Wednesday and then I'll be watching CSI @ 10.
I'm going to write to Oprah, not because I want her to feature my books. But because I'd like her to make my fantasy of a three way hug on nationally TV. I want Terrance Howard in a hug, Michael Ealy in the back and the guy from CSI Las Vegas on the side. Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!
I haven't had a vacation in 10 years (not even my husband gave me a honeymoon when we were married - ever!!!) and if I got that hug, it would be worth 10 more years of no vacations. Whew!!!!
Anyway, Terrance Howard makes me moist and that's a double whammy when I get to watch CSI.
Sistah need a man, don't she? And a life. That's a shame I gotta get my jollies off of Terrance Howard on screen and Gary Sinese, LOL.
Without further ado...
Enjoy...
+++++++++++++++++++
Tanner covered her mouth in horror at what she had done. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ her mind screamed, but she said out loud, “I’m so sorry.” Forgetting protocol, she rushed over to him and hugged him burying her face in his chest.
Devlin had not expected the abrupt physical contact, but he had not expected to even propose in the first place, but she had forced his hand and Devlin thought there was a terrible possibility that he wouldn’t see her again if she walked out the door. No other person in his life had made him so anxious and nervous at the same time. Nor had he ever felt like he needed someone so much before. Even his fiancée had not gotten him to act so irrational before.
Yet once he had proposed the reaction to the proposal had been a shock to him. The last slap to the face had been from his mother about six years ago. Instinctively, he wanted to emphasis who he was, but suppressed this urge.
Before he really had a chance to feel hurt or pain from the slap, her body was pressed against his and her face was buried in his shirt. She was too short to pull her arms around his neck, but he enjoyed the effort of her standing on her tiptoes, her hands barely able to make it over his shoulders. Looking over her body, he could admire the firmness of her derriere and Devlin found it titillating to feel her breast against his stomach.
She was saying an apology, but Devlin chose not to speak. Since she hadn’t button up her pants yet, his long arms moved around her body to the back and he slipped his hands down the back of her pants. His palms cupped perfectly under her plump cheeks and he wished they could just abandon the clothes. She had to weigh about a good 150, which he could have easily lifted and impaled-
“What are you doing?!” she asked incredulously, looking up at him.
“Enjoying myself?”
She pushed away from him sharply and narrowed her eyes. “Are you even hurt or angry?”
“Because you slapped me for asking to marry you? Or just the physical act itself?”
“Both.” She massaged her sore wrist knowing she hurt herself more than she hurt him.
He rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him. “I’m not physically hurt? Confused as to why you would react like that. You said before any woman would be honored, right?”
Before she could respond to that her cell phone rung.
Tanner dug in her back pocket where she had pushed the phone.
“Tanner, are you there?” Jamroque asked when she finally found the phone and pushed the speaker option.
“Yeah, I’m here?” she answered worriedly.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Why?”
“Donetello’s… he came over to the bar and demanded I tell him where the john was at that I took you to last night. He pulled out a gun, Tanner. I had to tell, but I thought I should let you know that he’s killing mad...” He winced. “Good thing he’s a bad shot and I can play the fuck out of dead.”
Fear swept through her. Donetello knew. “How long, Jamroque?”
“Few minutes.” He winced. “Need you to come for me…Nina’s. Please Tanner.”
A few minutes? Fuck! She needed to go see about Jamroque and do whatever she could do to help him, but she also needed to get Devlin to safety, although she was positive he had no where else to go locally.
Putting the phone back in her pocket, she looked at Devlin. “Pack all your things, we have to go, now!”
“What’s going on?” he questioned.
“Don’t ask questions, please. We don’t have much time.”
He packed everything – even the hated tuxedo in the large duffel bag he had bought and then followed her outside.
“Do you have a ride?” she questioned.
“To where?”
Tanner couldn’t help at smile at his innocence to her slang. “Do you have a car?”
Devlin pointed to the rented dark blue Impala. She put her hands out. “Keys,” she ordered.
Reluctantly he gave her the keys and followed her to the car. She popped the trunk for him and once he was strapped down in the passenger side, she took off burning rubber.
“Now can you tell me what’s going on?” he demanded very aware she was speeding.
Without taking her eyes off the road, she said, “A friend of mine needs help.”
“I’m well aware from the prior conversation I heard over your cell phone. What does that have to do with me leaving my hotel and why would someone want to come there for me because you were with me? Wasn’t that your job?”
She cut him a look of annoyance on purpose, but she really didn’t want to go into explanation right then and there. It was too much on her mind. Focusing her anger on the road, she put the petal to the metal and took a curve at fifty miles and hour. “Let’s just say you weren’t safe.” She jumped on the freeway and weaved in and out of traffic.
“Damn! You’re driving like a damn ambulance.” He checked his seatbelt to make sure it was secure.
When they arrived at Nina’s, Tanner checked up and down the street for anything familiar. With the coast being clear, she only relaxed a little bit. Looking back in the car, she ordered, “Stay here.”
“No!” he barked adamantly.
There was no time to argue and she allowed him to follow her.
Tanner's Devil Part 8.1 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Tanner's Devil 7.2
“Anger. You wait so long for the greatest moment of your life and when you walk in on your bride and brother your perspective changes.” He stood up and found something to drink, but brought her a bottle of juice first as if he were her servant.
Not use to being offered something, she took it warily as if he were going to snatch it back at any moment and yell, “Syke!”
He continued to talk. “It was crazy to even go in there in the first place. I was nervous from the time I tried to go to bed the night before. Not about marriage… about the wedding night. I mean, all the books I had read wasn’t nothing like hands on experience, but I just wanted to see her and assure her that I could be the man she had always dreamed of and…” He faltered as he sat on the bed again next to Tanner, after drinking his bottle of juice. “I was going to tell her how happy she had made me by understanding everything and waiting.” A look of hurt crossed his handsome features.
“You weren’t angry, Devlin,” Tanner said, leaning close to him. “She broke your heart.”
The urge to caress his face was just too overwhelming. He didn’t draw away. His beautiful green eyes grew light in color and very serious as they beheld hers. He frowned, but she couldn’t tell what that meant. Maybe if she was around him more, she would…
‘What the hell are you thinking?!’ she screamed at herself. ‘Have you lost your mind?!’
Tanner drew her hand away, but he grabbed her wrist and put it back. She couldn’t help marveling at the contrast of her skin against his and how wonderful her palm felt pressed against his skin.
“Why me?” she asked in a breathless whisper. “Why now?”
He moved his hand to her cheek. “Easy. I’m a man who accepted his state in life with a mindset that I would lose my virginity one day to one woman.”
Tanner couldn’t begin to describe how even more aroused she became at hearing him say, “one women,” and she had been that one woman.
Devlin continued, “Once I had the woman in mind, I knew that this way of life that I had accepted would come to an end on a specific day and I patiently waited for that day – Thursday. And whether I was married or not I intended to grant relief to myself, but I had hoped it was with my wife to honor my grandfather’s accepted cultural tradition. I had hoped to allay her fears that I would not be man enough to give her unbelievable pleasure.”
Without hesitation, she assured him, “You did.”
The smile of satisfaction he graced her with made her heart skip doubly hard. He leaned in closer and kissed her neck, suckling the skin and moving down to the collarbone.
Her breathing had become shallow and Tanner closed her eyes, tilting her head over to the other side to give him more room. It felt like she couldn’t breath in enough air as his lips trailed back to her nape and she found herself amorous to wherever he wanted to take her.
Forcing her brain to think straight, she murmured, “There are million other women who would honored by a man like you.”
He quietly chuckled through brief kisses on her neck and face. “Honored? I’m sure you’ve experienced first times before with men.”
Flushing, she said, “But you’re different. They were all boys.”
His mouth dipped on the other side of her face and suckled an earlobe. The bottom row of his teeth brushed up behind her ears. Tanner was becoming very affected by the slow sweet caress of his mouth as he moved down to her shoulders and then moved over to again titillate the other side. His other hand moved down to unbuttoned her blouse and as he pushed her clothes off her body, his mouth followed everywhere.
Gently, he pressed her down on the bed and Tanner let him, feeling his tongue wrap around a peaked nipple. The dark brown nub screamed to feel the heat of his mouth and she looked down to see those beautiful lips of his slowly attack the aroused tip as if he had all day and then lavished the same wonderful attention to the other one.
‘What books had he read?’ she wondered, glorying in all the exquisiteness she was feeling as he moved even further down to her stomach and then-
Tanner sat up when she felt the buttons on her jeans open up.
“No!” she cried stopping him, by grabbing his wrist and cupping his chin to force him to look at her.
“What?” he asked innocently. By this time he had moved on his knees in front of her so he was right between her legs.
Shaking her head, she said, “We can’t. I don’t do that.”
“How much?”
Squirming away from him and getting off the bed, she found her blouse and put it on. She picked up her bra, which she didn’t even remember him fiddling with and shoving that in her back pocket of her jeans. What the hell was wrong with her? She had been with some attractive men, black and white, and none of them had made her lose her mind. What the hell was so damn special about him? It was crazy to even give in to this.
Get him out her system? Oh, hell no. Not if he could make her feel like she was dying and liked it. The man would have her letting him do anything and Tanner couldn’t lose her mind. Not like she had done with Dontello. Not ever again.
‘Focus! Focus!’
Getting away from him was her best bet. She just needed to get him out this hotel room before Donetello and his boys came rushing up in here.
Picking up her coat and hat from the chair she had tossed it on, she said, “It was crazy to come back here.” Yet this was said more to herself then him.
He looked over at the money on the table. “How much do you want?”
“I don’t want your money, Devlin,” she said annoyed and began to pace to calm herself down so she could think. She started to go to the door to check outside, but he must have taken this as an effort to leave. He moved with lightning fast skills in two strides, blocking the door.
“Marry me then,” he ordered.
Tanner hauled off and slapped him across the face. “Have you lost your mind?!” she screamed incredulously.
Tanner's Devil 7.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Tanner Devil's Part 7
Tanner had been scared witless when he had come up behind her. At first, she thought Donetello had found her. It was pure amazement to know such a large man could walk so quietly despite his own weight.
But as she saw the in better light, she couldn’t believe she had slept with him. He was heart stopping gorgeous! Even more gorgeous in person than on screen and her whole body started to react to him completely.
Green – no not just green. He had the brightest green almost spearmint eyes that seem to look everywhere at once. They contrasted with his dark coloring that was a natural tan and she could determine he was a mix between old European and Hispanic. Arrogant facial features complimented a strong chin and thick neck, which mellowed out to broad shoulders and those powerful arms that she remembered so well.
Her fingers itched to touch him and a strange pulse started in her belly and fluttered up to her chest.
When she yelled at him, he didn’t react or respond, except to just open the door for her.
He was being a complete gentleman. Did he know she was just some prostitute? Why was he being…nice? Men in his position in life weren’t nice to street trash.
Soon as she walked in the hotel room her eyes found the bed and her brain couldn’t help reliving memories from last night, which in turn dampened her panties even more.
Cutting her daydream short before she got carried away, she found him reaching in the closet and pulling out a stash of money. Her eyes lit on the tuxedo hanging in there.
Instantly, she seemed to remember her purpose for being there.
Tuxedo…weird man…with lots of money…
As he took out the money to pay her, she walked over to him and touched his hands. She knew touching him wasn’t necessary but she was drawn to feel his skin on her own and this was an innocent action, yet the heat in his eyes made her experience a hot flash only below her belt and she felt her moistness increase as this look became even more fearsome, but for the life of her she couldn’t draw away. Her breath caught in her throat and it took every bit of effort to keep her mind on what she wanted to say to him.
Paying meant he probably wanted instant silence, but she needed answers - Lots of answers.
“Are you Devlin Sanchez?”
Instantly those green eyes narrowed and darkened. He pressed the money hard in her palm, but Tanner knew she needed answers.
With answers it would relieve her curiosity and without curiosity maybe she could start the process of getting him out her system and her head.
Putting the money down not even caring about it, she said, “I’m not going to be quiet unless I know the truth.” She took off her coat and hat
Yanking the cap off his head and hurling it across the room took Tanner by surprise, yet unlike Donetello’s anger, she wasn’t scared that this even larger man would hurt her, even though he really looked angry.
“Who else knows?” he questioned sitting on the edge of the bed as if defeated.
“You are?!” she gasped covering her mouth in shock. It wasn’t an omission, but it was close to one. Immediately, she began to pace, as was her usual when she had to do a lot of thinking. “The news said you were a virgin.”
“I am… I mean I was until last night,” he admitted proudly but there was a bit of guilt in his voice.
Suddenly, she stopped pacing in front of him, breathing erratically. “I wonder,” she puffed through deep breaths and grabbed her chest. “Is this how a man feels when he takes a girl’s cherry?” She looked at her arms. “Look! I’ve got goosebumps.”
“Are you done?” he asked, looking highly perturbed but ever so cute.
Couldn’t she find something unattractive about him?
Tanner laughed and sat on the bed next to him, but when he only glared hard at her she quickly lost her sense of humor and decided to answer his initial question. “No one knows, except me. So why did you do it?”
Tanner's Devil Part 7 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
But as she saw the in better light, she couldn’t believe she had slept with him. He was heart stopping gorgeous! Even more gorgeous in person than on screen and her whole body started to react to him completely.
Green – no not just green. He had the brightest green almost spearmint eyes that seem to look everywhere at once. They contrasted with his dark coloring that was a natural tan and she could determine he was a mix between old European and Hispanic. Arrogant facial features complimented a strong chin and thick neck, which mellowed out to broad shoulders and those powerful arms that she remembered so well.
Her fingers itched to touch him and a strange pulse started in her belly and fluttered up to her chest.
When she yelled at him, he didn’t react or respond, except to just open the door for her.
He was being a complete gentleman. Did he know she was just some prostitute? Why was he being…nice? Men in his position in life weren’t nice to street trash.
Soon as she walked in the hotel room her eyes found the bed and her brain couldn’t help reliving memories from last night, which in turn dampened her panties even more.
Cutting her daydream short before she got carried away, she found him reaching in the closet and pulling out a stash of money. Her eyes lit on the tuxedo hanging in there.
Instantly, she seemed to remember her purpose for being there.
Tuxedo…weird man…with lots of money…
As he took out the money to pay her, she walked over to him and touched his hands. She knew touching him wasn’t necessary but she was drawn to feel his skin on her own and this was an innocent action, yet the heat in his eyes made her experience a hot flash only below her belt and she felt her moistness increase as this look became even more fearsome, but for the life of her she couldn’t draw away. Her breath caught in her throat and it took every bit of effort to keep her mind on what she wanted to say to him.
Paying meant he probably wanted instant silence, but she needed answers - Lots of answers.
“Are you Devlin Sanchez?”
Instantly those green eyes narrowed and darkened. He pressed the money hard in her palm, but Tanner knew she needed answers.
With answers it would relieve her curiosity and without curiosity maybe she could start the process of getting him out her system and her head.
Putting the money down not even caring about it, she said, “I’m not going to be quiet unless I know the truth.” She took off her coat and hat
Yanking the cap off his head and hurling it across the room took Tanner by surprise, yet unlike Donetello’s anger, she wasn’t scared that this even larger man would hurt her, even though he really looked angry.
“Who else knows?” he questioned sitting on the edge of the bed as if defeated.
“You are?!” she gasped covering her mouth in shock. It wasn’t an omission, but it was close to one. Immediately, she began to pace, as was her usual when she had to do a lot of thinking. “The news said you were a virgin.”
“I am… I mean I was until last night,” he admitted proudly but there was a bit of guilt in his voice.
Suddenly, she stopped pacing in front of him, breathing erratically. “I wonder,” she puffed through deep breaths and grabbed her chest. “Is this how a man feels when he takes a girl’s cherry?” She looked at her arms. “Look! I’ve got goosebumps.”
“Are you done?” he asked, looking highly perturbed but ever so cute.
Couldn’t she find something unattractive about him?
Tanner laughed and sat on the bed next to him, but when he only glared hard at her she quickly lost her sense of humor and decided to answer his initial question. “No one knows, except me. So why did you do it?”
Tanner's Devil Part 7 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard
Author Interuption : Good morning
No, I didn't post yesterday.
the Internet was acting funny and I couldn't so thank you for no pressure and no death threats. I'm also trying to finally attach the ISBN to the book mistaken identity and trying to understand the bowker system.
If anyone's had any experience with submitting the book to the directory, please email me offline and HELP! cause my brain is fried.
Also, I'm looking for more speaking engagements this year, so if you are doing a literary event or any other event (or know someone) that i can come to speak and sell books please let me know. I'm even willing to do double seminars for the price of one. If you're a blog reader, I'll only charge what it takes to get there and get back. I'd appreciate help in setting up a booksigning while i'm there, but i'm a cheap but very good speaker.
Plus i'll be getting out the house - which I haven't had a vacation in ten years - and I'll actually get to meet my readers face to face.
My calendar is open for now, so let me know of any other literary events I can get to and sell some books. I'd appreciate any and all suggestions and referrals.
Now... Tanner's Devil...
Whew! Yesterday I got so into it, I had to walk away from my computer screen at work and just calm myself down. I was so wrapped up in Tanner that I started to feel her frustrations and ...
I hope i've protrayed that on paper cause this is just wowing me to get it out.
I'll be posting all day long!
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the Internet was acting funny and I couldn't so thank you for no pressure and no death threats. I'm also trying to finally attach the ISBN to the book mistaken identity and trying to understand the bowker system.
If anyone's had any experience with submitting the book to the directory, please email me offline and HELP! cause my brain is fried.
Also, I'm looking for more speaking engagements this year, so if you are doing a literary event or any other event (or know someone) that i can come to speak and sell books please let me know. I'm even willing to do double seminars for the price of one. If you're a blog reader, I'll only charge what it takes to get there and get back. I'd appreciate help in setting up a booksigning while i'm there, but i'm a cheap but very good speaker.
Plus i'll be getting out the house - which I haven't had a vacation in ten years - and I'll actually get to meet my readers face to face.
My calendar is open for now, so let me know of any other literary events I can get to and sell some books. I'd appreciate any and all suggestions and referrals.
Now... Tanner's Devil...
Whew! Yesterday I got so into it, I had to walk away from my computer screen at work and just calm myself down. I was so wrapped up in Tanner that I started to feel her frustrations and ...
I hope i've protrayed that on paper cause this is just wowing me to get it out.
I'll be posting all day long!
Sylvia Hubbard
Author of Stone's Revenge just newly re-released @ http://lulu.com/StonesRevenge .
Author of Stone's Revenge just newly re-released @ http://lulu.com/StonesRevenge .
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