Monthly Archives: April 2015

Secrets  Cove left side Book option 7.15.2012   196 (2)                                     There are times when you don’t want to answer that unknown phone number, is this the call I’ve been waiting for or more bad news.   Friday’s call was bad news … but then you run into a good friend and hope springs forward again.  Its time to go back to Blackston Lake and see why the police just pulled up the drive…  Is this good news or bad.

Blackie and Samuel pulled into the driveway around 7 PM as dinner was finishing up. “Coffee anyone,” Carla asked as she greeted the men. Blackie looked at Craig, “Better make a pot Carla. Its business, thanks.”

“Hope the kitchen table is ok.” Craig asked clearing off the dishes and pulling out the coffee mugs. “I have no secrets from my bride.”

“Wonderful, by the way Craig everything officially now has Carla’s name on it.” Samuel smiled at Carla and Craig. “As for the ring situation Blackie will be going over that with you two. Please sit Carla.”

Carla was wondering what Samuel was doing there, then she remembered he was involved in the Coin Ring incident.

Craig looked at the others, “Is this good news or bad Blackie? I thought you said it was going to take a couple more days.” Blackie said, “It could have but Aileen was not who we all thought she was. Actually the disagreements were going on with your father and Aileen because, he found out who she really was.”

Craig looked at Blackie “What are you saying Blackie? Who or should I be asking you was Aileen?” Blackie went into Police mode “Amber Reanold aka, Alice Bergen aka, Aileen Fletcher is the woman you married Craig. Craig she’s the daughter of a con artist from Chicago; hence her reluctance to go there.”

Carla’s mouth dropped open as she heard this, she immediately straightened up, and closing her mouth listening intently to what Blackie had to say.

Craig said, “I remember, she said she was ill so I went alone. How does my father fit into all this, and is she the one who took the ring Blackie?”

Blackie sat up and started to explain what the Police had found. “Aileen had her finger prints all over the chest; she must have tried to move it and was spooked. Especially those drawers with the two empty ring Indentations, the emerald, and a larger oval ring print in the opal drawer. Craig how well do you remember your Grandmothers jewelry?”

Wednesday Morning In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Early Bird.”

Running an errand at sunrise and my eyes beholding some of God’s majestic painting.

‘Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, Red sky at morning, sailor’s take warning.’


“Feeling better honey? You look beautiful.” Craig went over and gave her a big hug. “Yes Craig, I am feeling better, thanks for letting me sleep. My secret admirer came into my bedroom.” Carla gave him a big lustful kiss and sat down with the papers. Later she ran upstairs, returning with the project she wanted to accomplish. Craig thought to himself this big t-shirt she has on must be a message.

Craig went back to his paperwork in the library he heard an awful noise disrupting his train of thought. Clunk klink clunk klank, sssisisisis klink, clunk, klink, sssisisisis, klank, clunk, klink, sssisisisis klang, clunk zooooom. “What the hell is she doing?”

“Carla, what is that noise, where are you?” Craig asked in an angry sounding voice as he searched for his wife. “I’m right here in my office sewing room, what noise are you referring to,” as she put her foot back on the pedal of her sewing machine klink, clunk, klink, sssisisisis zooooom. “That noise! What are you making, Carla?”

Craig came over to see what she was doing. “You’ll see in a couple of hours. Sorry if the noise disturbed you. Did you need me for something or just getting lonely Mr. Jones?” Carla smiled as she reached up and kissed his cheek.

Craig had that ‘I want something look’ and was tiptoeing around Carla after the brief outburst that morning. A thought came to him as he said,“It’s the middle of the month and I’m trying to tackle the bills that have come in and wondered if you would like to help me.” Craig figured she was just tired. He was too.

“What do you need help with Craig?” Carla asked. “I could use some of your wonderful coffee; mine never tastes as good as yours.” “Oh is that all, 3 scoops of coffee for a full pot Craig.” She was curious to see if he would make it.

Carla went back to her project and in a few minutes, she had a cup of fresh coffee sitting on the side of her sewing table. “Is it as good as yours,” Craig asked. “Thanks yes honey its perfect,” she went back to her sewing.

Craig typed ‘sewing machines’ in Google and hit search, spending almost an hour looking at machines. “I wonder how long she’s had that. It’s really loud” he looked into the problem site. “That’s it, I’m going shopping,” Craig smiled.

“Carla I have an errand to run I’ll be back in a couple hours, need anything?” “Nope, I’m good, be careful Craig.”

Two hours later the dress was done, he was back and now she just needed to see Craig’s reaction to know if it was perfect. “Craig, would you please come in the living room.” She started down the staircase when she heard him leave his chair. He said “Wow” but his eyes said I want you.

“Perfect, that’s what I was aiming for. You like my new dress Craig, it’s a duplicate of my wedding dress only cotton so I can wear it anytime and just throw it in the washer.” Carla swirled around in it with her heels on “Yes, I like it. It has the same effect on me as your wedding gown,” licking his lips.

“Carla you’re amazing, don’t you have to have a pattern to sew?” Craig asked hugging her. “Not always, just to solve the next question before you ask it. I wanted something for the party. I can do all sorts of looks with this dress.” She reached up planting a kiss. “I approve,” Craig was smiling.

At dinner, the rose was in the middle of the table, champagne poured and Harry Connick Jr. was crooning in the background as they enjoyed their meal. Craig asked about all her sewing, likes, dislikes, and plans for sewing in the future. By dessert, Craig knew he’d ordered the right models and just needed sizes of the room for the cabinets.


A little bit of heaven 6.2013 004Saying the one wrong word can start your day off wrong…

Craig tried to wake Carla rubbing her back, kissing her but she would not budge. “I’m going to put the coffee on honey,” he said softly and left the room. Carla was still asleep when he came back with the coffee and his newspapers.

The coffee aroma woke Carla as she sat up in bed, looked around she asked, “Craig why are you up here with your papers, I smell coffee.” She walked into the sitting area in her t-shirt as he handed her a cup, but Carla shook her head no. “Thought I would see what it’s like to be lazy,” he smiled.

Carla stomped her foot, “I am not being lazy, I’m tired and I feel like I have been hit by a truck. Do you realize that the last couple of weeks we have been going non-stop with invasions, discovery, memories, cleaning, trips, company, and investigations? I need to take the day off or at least the morning!”

“Oops, sorry Carla wrong choice of words. I will make a deal with you; you go back to bed . . .” “Not now,” Carla stopped Craig with a finger over his lips. Craig picked her up placed her back in bed and tucked her in with a kiss. He took the papers and coffee back downstairs.

Craig went out for a long fast run, then supervised the cement pouring and visited with Tim for a while. “Tim, I need help.” Tim gave Craig a cockeyed look. “Is that why you were running alone? What did you do now, Craig?”

Craig shrugged his shoulders “It’s not what I did, more like what I said!” Tim sighed shaking his head in agreement. “Craig I know, the slip of the tongue can often be misconstrued certain times of the month and your world tilts over the wrong emphasis of a silly word!”

“Oh I got it, so sleeping would be better than lazy?” Craig laughed as Tim said “Oh absolutely Craig!” “Thanks buddy, I need to go see your father in law.” Craig went inside and grabbed his keys.

Carla was still asleep when he returned. He laid the rose on his side of the bed, checked her calendar, and tiptoed out. He took a swim and decided to get a handle on his banking financial accounts, and take care of other pressing items that came in the mail. Craig also worked on some paperwork about the house and his father’s estate.

There was also the emerald ring issue and the investigation he was anxious to find out about, as he started to talk to Blackie, he heard Carla come down the stairs.


??????????         Waking to endless banging Mary O’Sullivan slipped on her red woolen slippers, shuffling to the end of her bed she put on the white down filled robe, securing the belt tight around her waist.

“God it’s colder than the north pole in here.”

Shivering she picked up the brightly colored woven wool blanket wrapping it around her shoulders holding it tight with her hand.

“Hells bells, furnace not working again?” Mary’s voice cracked, she coughed the cold air filling her lungs.

Turning the cold metal doorknob she opened the bedroom door, cold air wafted in from the living room causing her to quiver, she rubbed her cold hands, clutching them she blowing her breath to warm them, blinking the tears from her eyes, sniffling she stepped out of the doorway.

Mary’s eyes quickly surveying the room questioning, “What the hell?”

Laying in front of the Christmas tree a large seal skin coat spread on the floor, a black headband of fur next to it, by the oak end table laid a grey sweatshirt, “Who’s here, come out so I can see you…”

Her heart racing, chills of fear now rising to the surface, she tightened the hold on the blanket. “Oh for heaven’s sake, hello, whoever you are show yourself!”

Mary hollered then started to laugh, “Drunken dream again.” She cautiously stepped further into the room, the overnight snowstorms brightness lighting the cabin as she noticed the big wooden door was open, screen door frosted over.

“What in tarnation is going on, I must be dreaming, that was some powerful brandy I had last night or maybe shouldn’t have,” She tilted her head picking up the empty bottle lying on the floor by the coat. “Alize’,” She questioned her mind.

“No wonder it’s so cold in here.”

She moved over to the door pushing it with slam, “If there’s someone hear you surely heard that. Come out of hiding if you’re here.”

Suddenly she heard running water coming from her kitchen; she shuffled over to the doorway and stopped dead in her tracks.

Six and a half feet of half-naked male stood at the sink, blue and white speckled metal coffee pot full of water, he pushed a measuring cup down in the coffee canister and dumped it in the pot along with a handful of eggshells, turning the stove knob to high as it ignited.

“Well, you’re awake, Mary O’Sullivan, forgot you brought me home last night. Coffee will be boiling soon.”

He approached her, only wearing his flight suite, the top unzipped and hanging down around his hips, his body covered with sculptured muscles, his face ruggedly handsome, unshaven, a smile welcoming her with blue eyes so deep she wanted to dive into them.

“Oh my god I did, how could I have forgotten about you, we or did I dream a night of passion with you.”

“No dream Mrs. O’Sullivan it was ravenous unbridled passion steaming and delicious, I believe you just hollered out about a drunken dream, we got close to drunk on good French brandy I brought home to you. I must admit it was the best damn night of sex we’ve had since I enlisted.”

She noticed his helmet on the counter, listening to every word, she walked over to his side, “I have missed you so much Brady O’Sullivan no wife should have to live without this body next to her and deep inside her.” Mary pulled his face down to her and ran her tongue around his mouth and deep into his mouth, blanket slipping to the floor, he engulfed her with his mouth, only to hear the splash of the coffee on the stove.

“Better take care of this before we burn this place down.” She stepped back, licking her lips. “Why is the door open Brady, you trying to run off?”

“Never my love, I attempted to fix the banging shutter, but couldn’t get the screen door open, froze shut, it seems we had an ice storm on top of all this snow last night. The O’Sullivan’s are stuck in their cabin, pray for sunshine or we not going anywhere. I’m starting a big fire in the fireplace and we can talk about my last journey away from you.”

Brady went to the living room, started rolling up newspapers laying them on the hearth of the fireplace, wadding up papers he shoved under the grate, placing the three two-foot long fat oak logs on top. Grabbing a long match from the holder hanging on the side of the mantel he struck it on the rock and lit the fire, using the bellows to spread the flames.

Mary came in the living room with two ironstone mugs of steaming boiled coffee handing one to Brady, “Your favorite, welcome home.” They sat in silence watching the fire growing into a blaze while drinking their coffee.

“So Brady tell me why you have on the flight suit this morning, forget where your clothes are in the dresser, or you playing with my body’s longing this morning?”

“I could ask you the same thing Mary, you have burned in my mind what’s under that downy robe, that you still have yourself wrapped in… there is absolutely nothing but your alabaster skin with little love bites of mine and hopefully, I planted a little one last night that is already growing inside you.” Brady reached across her shoulder pulling her in closer to his mouth for lingering kiss.

“Ooh, I miss you, would love nothing more than to be with your child this morning. Dare I ask will we be hot and sexy all day? You said your final journey, did you mean you are through flying helicopters now and I can stop worrying about when you’ll be home.”

He took her hands in his, “Mary O’Sullivan your husband has turned in his resignation, and you will have me home every night forever, my last promise fulfilled,” Lavishing her lips with his hot wet kisses.

Arresting Development

Boy someone wasn’t using their brain cells this morning…


“Attempted assault of a police officer Paula Smith is a serious offense.” Officer Samuels read Paula the Miranda Law “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I have just read to you?” Officer Samuels waited to hear Paula say “Yes” with her head down and tears rolling down her cheek.

“Mark Smith bribery of a police officer, failing to report an accident, and stalking are all the charges already made against you.” Detective Black read the Miranda Law to Mark  …  Do you understand these rights I have just read to you?” Mark hung his head as he said “Yes.”

Detective Black turned to the forensics team and other officers “Bring in all electronics and disks, memory and photos. And Sam, all of Mrs. Smith’s as well, jewelry, clothing anything unusual!” “Yes Detective. Check the vehicles as well. Dust everything, even strange clothing no stone unturned orders from the Chief.”

“Detective Black, you said strange jewelry, clothing, and electronics?”  “Yes. Sam, anything old vintage silks 20’s and 30’s styles etc.” “Oh yeah I got it.”

Mark and Paula were processed and fingerprinted, locked up for bribery, failure to report an accident and leaving the scene, and assault for the present time until all the other evidence was processed.

“Black my office please” Blackie made a straight line into the Chiefs office.

“Yes sir,” Blackie was waiting to see what Chief Wakesky wanted. “Black, all went well on the arrest of Mark Smith?” “Not as well as planned the wife Paula Smith showed her bad side and tried to use her frying pan on my head.”

Blackie said as he sat down across from his Chief, “Ouch, so that explains why she has been processed and booked.

“What have they found in the house so far?”