Tuesday Tales - RIGHT

Welcome back to TT.

This is the story of our third friend in the Sports Series.
Markus DeLeon is a goalkeeper with a soccer club in Melbourne. Sarah is his best friend since kindergarten days - best friends? Or more?
Today's prompt is: RIGHT

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Sarah stood as well and followed Oliver into the hall.

“Fucked up? What do you think he meant with fucked up?”

Following him closer than his own shadow, she bumped into his back when he abruptly stopped next to the chest of drawer with the phone on it. He stared at her.

With a shrug, she said, “I agree it might have been a mistake, but fucked up is a bit over the top. Right?”

She’d been close to tears when she'd heard Markus’ words. Sleeping with him mightn’t have been a good idea, she admitted that, even if it'd felt like it at the time. Of course, there was no future for them, because no matter how good it’d been, there was too much history between them, and the novelty would wear off very quickly.

But to call it a fuck up?

“Look, sweetcakes, it’s man talk,” he said as he deleted the phone message. “You’re putting way too much into the words.”

“Who says I put too much into it? I simply state that fuck up is exaggerated.”

The phone rang again, and Oliver was about to answer.

“If it’s him, tell him to go to hell.”


Holding up her hand, she said, “I don’t care.”

The caller wasn’t Markus, and to give Oliver some privacy, she quickly placed a kiss on his cheek and left.

Emotions inside were on a roller coaster ride. Feeling the grief of having lost a wonderful friendship over some sex, as well as the anger of Markus’ perception towards their afternoon together nearly brought her to her knees.

It hadn’t been right, but it still had been very good and memorable. Sex with him had been the best in her life. There was no denying it.

With a sigh, she opened her car and slid behind the wheel.



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Sunday Snippet - My untitled WIP 27/07/2014


Thank you all for visiting and commenting the last few weeks as I introduced you to my two characters of the upcoming release "Fresh Beginnings".
It's time for a new story ... as yet untitled.
Meet Jeri.
Jeri checked the time. It was twenty past six, and they’d agreed to meet at six.
He was late!
Steaming inside, she was about to leave, being less than impressed by her ‘blind date’. She took another sip of the Chardonnay as she gazed around the restaurant. Everyone was engulfed in their conversations, but occasionally one of the patrons glanced at her. She shrugged it off, having the self confidence in sitting on her own in the town’s most elegant restaurant.
What she couldn’t shrug off, though, was her date being late.

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May I introduce: Krysten Lindsay Hager "True Colors"

True Colors

by Krysten Lindsay Hager

Krysten has travelled around a bit, and the ideas she's picked up on the way sound great. And so does her latest release "True Colors"

Please make her welcome!

1 - Jealousy and competition amongst teens / YA is a delicate issue. What drew you to this subject?
I think the subject of jealousy and competition is something we all face at that age—at all ages really. I know I sure ran across it and recently I had a cousin of mine (who is in college) complaining about dealing with jealousy drama on the same day I was talking to someone with a twelve year-old daughter who was dealing with the exact same issues. It’s difficult to deal with things like that, but when those negative feelings are coming from people you considered good friends…well, it hurts all the more.  I used to like to read about girls I could relate to and I hope someone reads TRUE COLORS and feels a little less alone in the world.

 2 - Where do you get your ideas from?
From everywhere really: from old journals (thanks for keeping those, Mom!), to tabloid stories, to my overactive imagination that runs wild—especially at night. I keep little notebooks that I jot down little ideas in all the time.
3 - Tell us about your favourite author or favourite book.
I have so many favorites, but the writer I call my “literary boyfriend,” is F. Scott Fitzgerald. I actually started off interested in his essays before I got into his fiction. I read “The Great Gatsby” in both seventh and ninth grade, but it didn’t do much for me until I read it right before the film came out. Suddenly the book spoke to me and I got what all the fuss was about.

4 - Tell us about your current project.
I’m working on a follow up to TRUE COLORS that picks up right where the first book left off with Landry getting off the train with her mom to meet her dad. There’s a scene with Landry dealing with makeup counter salespeople in it that I think every girl can relate to—oh, and lots more Vladi Yagudin!


True Colors is about Landry Albright, an eighth grader who enters a modeling competition with her two best friends, but runs into jealousy when she advances to the next level without them. Enter the gorgeous Devon, who also makes the first cut of the modeling contest. Devon seems like the perfect new best friend, but can their friendship survive the competition? Throw in a new boy, jealousy and loyalty issues, and insults from hair stylists. How’s a girl to deal?



Krysten Lindsay Hager is an author and book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn't like. She has worked as a journalist and also writes middle grade, YA, humor essays, and adult fiction. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in South Dakota, Portugal, and currently resides in Southern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite TV shows. You can see what she’s up to at: ww.krystenlindsay.com. 

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 The competition was for girls between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, but it felt like Ericka, Tori, and I were the youngest ones there. I only saw a couple of girls from school, and the lineup looked more like something you’d see on a music video set. All the girls were gorgeous, and they had these curvy womanly bodies. I looked like a skinny little kid next to them. The first girl walked out, and I heard the judges say she “owned the runway,” and, “walked like a gazelle.” I was starting to feel ill. I wasn’t sure which way it was going to come, but I knew I had to find a bathroom — fast. I started to get out of line when Ericka grabbed my wrist.

“It’s almost time,” she said. A tiny bit of spit flew out of her mouth and hit my cheek.

I wasn’t sure why she was so intent on me going through with it, but she had a death grip on my arm, so I didn’t have much of a choice. Her number was called and she walked out to the stage. One of the other girls said she walked like a kid with sand bucket stilts on her feet, but she came back with a smirk on her face like she knew she’d get chosen.

“They said they had never seen such long legs,” she said.

Tori was next.

“She walks like a gorilla at feeding time,” said the girl behind me. I went next, and I tried to focus on not tripping over my feet. My mom’s pumps had a rubber sole on the bottom, which probably wasn’t the brightest idea seeing as my shoes were making squeaking noises as I walked. I was so nervous I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked. I looked like the plastic clown who blows up balloons with its mouth at the Pizza Palace. When I got to the end of the runway, I tried to cross my feet to turn like the other girls had, but I over rotated and ended up doing a full spin which made my kilt fan out and gave the mall walkers a view of my blue underpants. I tried to act like it was intentional and did an extra turn. One of the judges put her hand up to stop me, and I held my breath as she started to speak.

Tuesday Tales - BLOSSOM

Welcome back to TT.

This is the story of our third friend in the Sports Series.
Markus DeLeon is a goalkeeper with a soccer club in Melbourne. Sarah is his best friend since kindergarten days - best friends? Or more?
Today's prompt is: BLOSSOM

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.

“You’re the love of my life,” she replied, with a slap on his arm.

Oliver gently pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Lemme tell you, sweetcakes, you’d never have doubts if you’d slept with me.”

Sarah laughed. “You’re such an overindulged Casanova. I mean honestly.”

She turned to look at him. “The thing is, though, what if Marky and I are not compatible as lovers?”

Shaking his head, he lifted his beer and took another sip. “Rubbish.”

But it wasn’t rubbish for Sarah. It was an issue which was important to her. She’d enjoyed the sex with Markus, more than she actually wanted to admit, but next to Oliver and Tyson, he was her best friend, and one she had fallen back on many times. The idea of throwing away a great friendship of over twenty years for a relationship scared her. Leaning into Oliver’s arm, she let out a long breath. He’d been right by saying that she’d been tiptoeing around Markus for the last couple of months. In hindsight, she knew that Timmy had only been a distraction.

Oliver hauled her back from her thoughts. “I reckon your relation with Markus could bloom into something really nice.”


“You know, as in grow, blossom—”

“I know what you mean.” She interrupted him. “It’s not your usual choice of words.”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

The phone rang, and Sarah moved away, but Oliver didn’t budge. The answering machine switched on, and they listened to Markus’ voice.

Mate, I need to catch up. I fucked up with Saz this morning. Give me a call.

“Since when have I become Dr. Phil?” Oliver asked through gritted teeth as he stood.


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Sunday Snippet - "Fresh Beginnings" 20/07/2014


I'd like to introduce you to a new story that'll be released soon. "Fresh Beginnings" is the third book in the Beginnings series, and takes Jared to the USA. He travels the same route as I did with my family last year in the motorhome ... this book is like my diary and a special thanks to the many Americans we met over the four weeks. It was such a memorable holiday!

ʺYa know it's dangerous to hitch a ride," he finally said when she was still quiet.
She stared at him for a moment, but then replied with the typical American twang in her voice. ʺI know you said something, but I have no idea what.ʺ
He chuckled. ʺIt is dangerous to hitchhike,ʺ he repeated with exaggerated pronunciation.
The woman stepped a bit closer to the window. "Are you from Austria?"
He laughed aloud.
ʺAustralia, I meant," she added, seemingly embarrassed by the mistake.
ʺI am indeed.ʺ He watched her looking ahead towards the horizon. ʺSo you wanna hitch a ride?"

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May I introduce: Maggie Christensen "Band of Gold"

Band of Gold
by Maggie Christensen

Another Author, who calls Australia home. Very happy to welcome Maggie to my blog today!

1-  How did you come up with the idea for "Band of Gold"?
Several years ago I heard of a woman whose husband placed his wedding ring on the kitchen table on Christmas morning. It stuck in my mind and eventually became the basis for this novel.
The novel follows Anna through the months after her husband leaves her. It’s the story of a woman in her middle years, who is suddenly alone. It’s about how she copes with that, alongside her daughter’s joy in her first love and her parents’ failing health. When the opportunity for a second chance at love comes her way, she struggles to leave the past behind and create a new life for herself. Can she trust again? Does she dare?

2 - Tell us a bit about your current project.
I’m currently working on a book called The Dreamcatcher .It’s part of my Oregon Coast series, the first of which, The Sand Dollar, will be released later this year. The Dreamcatcher is Ellen’s story. Ellen is a minor character in The Sand Dollar, a Native American who owns a bookshop in Florence, Oregon.
Ellen has the gift of being able to foretell the future, but is at a loss to explain her nightmares and the uncanny premonition she experiences one morning when a dark cloud obscures the sun and she shivers with a sense of foreboding.
When her brother’s old army friend, Travis, insists she help him take her brother to hospital, she dismisses him as another of her brother’s no-hoper buddies, but can’t shake the idea there’s a connection between her nightmares and Travis’ sudden appearance in her life.

3 - From one immigrant to another ... any regrets?
Absolutely not! I came to Australia in my mid-twenties attracted by advertisements to ‘Come Teach in the Sun’ which depicted muscular young men wearing swimmers, gowns and mortar boards standing on beaches. Needless to say, the school I was sent to was nothing like the posters. I came for two years and stayed to build a career in education, teaching in schools and colleges. I met my wonderful husband here when we both teaching education at Wagga Wagga. I came to Australia to exchange the dark, dank winter (and often summer) days of Scotland with Australian sunshine. Beautiful though the land of my birth is, I really hated the weather and wanted the adventure of travel. Having grown up with romantic tales of a great aunt who married an Australian soldier during the First World War, Australia was my first choice. Now I live on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast in almost perpetual sunshine. Winter here is very like the summers I remember in Scotland. What is there to regret?


Band of Gold, deals with the tricky topic of new romance after a failed marriage.

Anna Hollis is a forty-seven year old schoolteacher living in Sydney. She juggles her busy life with a daughter in the throes of first love, and increasingly demanding aging parents.

Anna’s world collapses when her husband of twenty-five years leaves her on Christmas morning. She makes it through the family festivities, explaining his absence with a flimsy excuse, but later breaks down on a Sydney beach where a stranger comes to her aid.

Marcus King has returned to Australia from the USA, leaving behind a broken marriage and a young son; through their mutual hurt and loneliness, a fragile friendship is formed when he takes up the position of Headmaster at Anna’s school.

Written in first person, present tense the author slips the reader into Anna’s shoes as she struggles to leave the past behind and learns to trust again. Can Marcus be a part of her future?



Born and brought up in Scotland, and attracted by advertisements to ‘Come and Teach in the Sun’, Maggie Christensen emigrated to Australia in her twenties to teach in primary schools in Sydney. She now lives with her husband of almost thirty years near Peregian Beach on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland. She loves walking on the deserted beach in the early mornings and having coffee by the Noosa River on weekends. After spending many years in teaching, lecturing and education management, where she wrote course materials and reports, Maggie began writing the sort of books she enjoys reading, books about women in their prime, their issues and relationships. Now her days are spent surrounded by books, either reading or writing them – her idea of heaven! She continues her love of books as a volunteer with Friends of Noosaville Library where she helps organise author talks and selects and delivers books to the housebound. 

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 ‘I don’t want to be married anymore.’

The band of gold, symbol of our twenty-five years of marriage lies on the table between us. I am stupefied, unable to speak. Tears prick my eyes as my first coffee of the day grows cold beside me. The sun is shining brightly through the kitchen window. The turkey is sitting on the kitchen bench waiting to be cooked. My parents, daughter, brother and sister, along with her husband and children are due to arrive in five hours’ time. The house is redolent with the scent of pine needles and Christmas pudding. It’s Christmas morning and my world has collapsed.

‘What do you mean?’ I finally utter, thinking this must be Sean’s idea of a bad joke. My mouth goes dry. My head begins to spin. The bottom has dropped out of my world. I look over at the man I have loved for over twenty-five years, his bushy greying blonde hair, his ruddy cleanshaven cheeks. He looks no different from any other morning. He’s wearing the bright yellow tee shirt we bought on our holiday in Bali last year. His steely blue eyes meet mine. This isn’t happening.

‘I can’t do this anymore, Anna.’ His waving arms take in the kitchen including me, ‘All this; family, house, job. I need to get away.’ He pushes his chair back from the table and strides out of the kitchen. I sit there in a daze, my mind going round in circles. Is it too late to call off Christmas lunch? How can I even think of such a thing? Does Sean mean he’s going to leave right now? How will I explain his absence? God, this is really going to be the Christmas from Hell

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Welcome back to TT.

This is the story of our third friend in the Sports Series.Markus DeLeon is a goalkeeper with a soccer club in Melbourne. Sarah is his best friend since kindergarten days - best friends? Or more?

Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.


“You heard.”

Mouth wide open, Sarah stared at Oliver. Yes, she heard what he’d said. The exact words were About time. About time what?

Hands on hips, she said, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Oliver took her hand and gently pulled her along the hall and into the lounge room. “Have a seat. I grab us a drink. Beer?”

Nodding, she slumped into the lounge seat. A movie on the television caught her attention – an orange full moon in the twilight sky rising above the mountains.

“Are you watching some horror flick again?”

Returning with two bottles of beer, Oliver laughed.

“Why horror? Didn’t you leave with one very special person last night?” she asked.

Still laughing, he nodded. “Yup.”

About to ask for more details about Oliver’s love life, she remembered the reason why she was here.

“About time, what?”

“That you two got together, sweetcakes.”

“I honestly don’t understand.”

Oliver choked back a chuckled. “For Pete’s sake, Saz. You two have been tiptoeing and dancing around each other for months now. It was simply a matter of time until you two would do the deed.”

Sarah took the beer and took a sip before she said, “Please, don’t make it sound so dirty.”

Sitting next to her, Oliver placed his arm around her and gently pulled her closer. “Seriously, what’s bothering you? Was he a disappointment? Or—”

Sarah nearly spilled the beer. “Of for goodness sake. He… he… I mean.” She sighed. “He’s my friend. My best friend.”

Moving his hand to his chest, he said, “Ouch. That went straight to the heart. I thought I’d be your BFF.”

“You’re the love of my life,” she replied, with a slap on his arm.


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