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10 amazing authors take on July’s Picture Capture challenge…

by on July 31, 2014

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

2014 - 7 JulyUse the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….




Lori King

Links:  Twitter   Facebook   AmazonA Fetish & Fantasy Short Story2 - 200x300

The car wasn’t speeding. Technically the driver wasn’t breaking the law, but driving twenty miles an hour on a straight stretch of road like this in the middle of South Dakota was just as dangerous as driving ninety miles. If the wrong person popped up over the hills, and couldn’t slow down in time…well, it wouldn’t be pretty, and Randy wasn’t interesting in scraping anyone off the pavement today.

A quick radio interaction with dispatch as he walked up on the four door sedan confirmed that there were no tickets out on the car, but he still approached the vehicle carefully. Throw down with a running drug mule once or twice and you quickly learned to approach with caution.

To his shock the person sitting in the driver’s seat was familiar to him.

“Mrs. Josten?”

The older woman turned her silver topped head his direction, and gave him a bright smile, “Randy Graft, aren’t you looking mighty fine in your uniform today. What are you doing scaring the daylights out of me with those lights and sirens?”

“Mrs. Josten, is everything okay? You were moving pretty slow on a fast stretch of road. That’s a good way to get in a car accident.”

“Oh I’m fine,” she waved one white gloved hand at him, and patted her hair with the other, “I’m just on my way into town. Thea at the Swirly Curl is going to give me a new look before the church fundraiser this weekend. You’re coming to the fundraiser, right Randy?”

“I’m not sure yet. Mrs. Josten I pulled you over because you were only going 20 miles per hour—” he pulled his uniform hat off, and ran his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, frowning at his former elementary school teacher in frustrated confusion.

“Pfft. People these days need to slow down more. I never took you for a speedy one, Randy. Afterall you’ve been waiting around on that Clara Nievelle for a decade or two now, right?”

Randy groaned, and shook his head. A reminder of that name was not what he needed today.



Doris O’Connor

Links:  Facebook   Twitter   BlogDoris Oconner

Heart pounding in her throat she crawled the car to a stop. The chase had been fun and this spot was just right for her ambush. Or so she’d thought.

Pissed didn’t even begin to describe this officer’s expression, as he approached her vehicle. He looked about ready to put her over his knee, and Lyssa bit back a moan. If only. Before she could say or do anything, he yanked the driver’s door open, and leant in. The scent of his aftershave mingled with smoke and sweaty male, and ramped Lyssa’s hormones up another notch.

“Fuck me, Lyssa? What the hell are you playing at?”

Cade’s deep voice wrapped itself around her, and Lyssa smiled up at him and parted her legs. His groan in answer made her bolder, and she shrugged out of the silken, thigh high robe, to let him see the sheer black lace lingerie set, she wore underneath.

“I’d have thought that was obvious. Have you forgotten the IOU you gave me with this outfit?”

“Christ, babe, I’m working. This is a public high way. We can’t do this now.”

He straightened and glanced around while adjusting his erect cock through his uniform trousers. Lyssa grinned and licked her lips.

“Why, officer, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to speed. Please don’t give me a ticket. I’ll do anything. Absolutely anything…

Warming to her part and her husband’s obvious discomfort at the situation, Lyssa opened her thighs even wider, and let one of her legs dangle out of the side of the car. The action would give Cade an unimpeded view up her crotchless panties, and she ran the tip of her fuck me now heels slowly up his legs.

Lyssa…” Cade slapped his hands on the roof of her car, and that warning growl of his made her pussy even slicker for him. She just loved to test that iron control of his.

Another set of flashing lights pulled up behind them, and they both froze.

“What would be the problem here then?”



Berengaria Brown

Links: Website   Blog   BookstrandBerengaria Brown

Oh shit! Max Hall stared into his mirror at the police car, lights flashing, pulling up behind him. This was just what he didn’t want. He was in a hurry—Well, yeah, that’s why he’d been speeding in the first place. And it wasn’t as though he was speeding much. Maybe ten miles over the limit is all. Okay fifteen then. No more than that.

Max was a builder with his own crew, and it always seemed as though something was going wrong somewhere, and only he could sort out the trouble. That was just part of life. Walls fell down, tiles didn’t match, the paint color wasn’t what the client had it expected it to look like and they’d changed their mind about it. Always after he’d bought a ten gallon can. Never before.

Oh well. At least now he was part owner of The Paint Store the wrong color paint was never going to be a problem for him again. If they couldn’t sell it they could use it for a promotion. Not like right now. The cop getting out of the car behind him was going to be a problem. Likely an expensive problem.

Dammit, I really should have obeyed the speed limit even if I was in a rush. It’s a bit late now, but perhaps I could explain. No. That won’t work. I guarantee they’ve heard it all before.

The policeman standing beside his window was a big man with curly brown hair. When he pulled off his sunglasses Max just stared at him. “Nick? Nick!”



Amy J. Hawthorn

Links: Website   Facebook   BookstrandAmy J Hawthorn

“Shit.” Not now! Tara couldn’t believe she’d made it this far only to get caught two miles short of the county line. But really, who was she kidding? He’d have followed her through every state and into Mexico. Damn stubborn man.

The blue lights in her rearview mirror continued to mock her as she pulled onto the shoulder. There was no point in running. He’d proved he could outdrive her in that super-charged cruiser and he wasn’t above calling in his cousins to set up a road block to catch her.

She shifted the car into park and rested her hands on the steering wheel. She examined her chipped raspberry polish, refusing to turn and watch his long, thick, muscled legs eat up the ground in long, seemingly lazy strides. She’d never associated the word “sexy” with a man’s walk before, but Cole’s made her mouth water.

She picked at a speck at one corner of her thumbnail. He’d be in uniform today. The first time she’d seen him he’d been wearing navy cargos that showcased the strength in his legs and those combat style boots she’d always loved. The matching navy Tee would be stretched tight across those broad shoulders. She’d laid her head against it that first night.

He’d held her close to his heart and she’d never felt more secure in all her life. If she closed her eyes she could hear his whispered words. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’ll never have to worry about that asshole coming near you again. I’ll protect you.” Her knees had been shaky for more than one reason as his deep voice rumbled through his chest.

Something hard tapped against the closed window.

Ignoring it, she looked straight ahead.

He unlocked the door from the outside and opened it. Finally, she gave in to the desperate need to see his face again and turned in time to see him slide his sunglasses down his nose.

“I can see why you might be tempted to steal my Camaro, but Tara Marie, tell me one thing. Why’d you take my dog?”



Sherri Hayes

Links: Facebook   Twitter   GoodreadsSherri Hayes

She pulled her vehicle over to the curb, and rested her head on the steering wheel. Could this day get any worse? First her mother called to rant, then her soon to be ex-husband decided to show up ten minutes before she has to leave for her job interview demanding she give him some thingamabob he left in the garage. Because of him, she’d been twenty minutes late for her interview. She could cross that job off the list of possibilities. Yet another reason she was counting down the days until their divorce was final.

Glancing in her side mirror, she cringed as the officer got out of his cruiser, and made his way toward her. She took a deep breath as he approached her window.

“May I see your driver’s license?”

She reached for her purse, dug out her license, and handed it to him.

“Do you know you have material hanging out of your trunk, Ms. Simmons?”

“I do?”

He backed away and motioned for her to exit the vehicle. She followed him around to the back of her car, and sure enough her jacket, the one she’d brought along for the interview and forgot to use, was peeking out of her trunk.

After opening the trunk and tucking the jacket back inside, she turned to him. “Thanks. I didn’t even notice. It’s been one of those days.”

He met her gaze, and something flickered across his face. With a brief glance down at the license, and then back at her, his whole demeanor changed. “Candy? Candy Bennett?”

“No one’s called me Candy in years.” Not since high school, in fact.

“It’s Evan Chapman. Wow. I haven’t seen you since…”

“Since we graduated.”

Now that he’d introduced himself, she took a few moments to look beyond the pressed police uniform. He’d changed, a lot. Evan no longer wore those nerdy glasses that used to slide down the bridge of his nose. And she’d bet he had a decent body under all those clothes. She could feel her body temperature rising as her imagination began to take over.



Jade Belfrey

Links:  Bookstrand   Website   FacebookJade Belfrey

Ken stomped down on the accelerator. This car was old, but he knew that in sixty seconds it would be topping out at some serious speed. He wasn’t sure if his SOS would reach Catherine in time, so his next best bet was to attract some heat by blowing through a speed trap.

“Slow down,” Roman, his kidnapper, snapped. His glock poked Ken sharply in the ribs.

Ken frowned. “We used to be friends.”

“You were never my friend,” Roman spat bitterly. “You only ever looked out for yourself, and where did it get us? Both discharged and sent into hiding. That’s no life for a man.”

Ken couldn’t argue – it was true, every last word of it. He had been a selfish prick as head of their CIA team stationed in Afghanistan. He certainly hadn’t treated Roman worse than other members of his staff, but calling him a friend was stretching it. Ken couldn’t argue Roman’s last comment either. He’d spent some time at the bottom of a bottle when he had first arrived back state-side. They’d been sent home and dishonorably discharged after their security clearance was blown.

Catherine had been his savior, helping to see he still had a life worth living.

That is – if Roman didn’t ruin everything by forcing him into an early grave.

Flashing lights approached from behind. Roman cursed and quickly hid the gun in his coat as Ken pulled off the freeway and slowed to a stop.  Ken said a silent prayer and hoped that the officer would realize that something was amiss. This was no ordinary traffic stop.

When the officer leaned in his window with a cocky smile, Ken knew that his prayers had been answered. Jason, his friend and about as far from a cop as possible, was dressed in borrowed blues playing the part of an officer.  Yes! Catherine must have gotten his message in time and sent Jason to help.

She had saved his life again. He’d be a fool if he didn’t marry her.

First, they had to deal with Roman. They weren’t home free yet.



R.E. Butler

Links:   Website   Facebook   TwitterR.E. Butler

Ava’s heart had never pounded so hard.  She was driving a stolen car and she didn’t have a valid driver’s license.  The red and blue lights flashing in her mirror weren’t helping her get a handle on the fear that was slithering down her spine.

The cop that approached wore a black uniform, and her wolf sat up in her mind.  Don’t be stupid, she told the beast, trying not to notice how well the slacks hugged his muscular legs.

He stopped in front of her open window and the scent of him rolled over her like a caress.  He smelled warm and inviting…and familiar.

She blinked in surprise as the man who had been her best friend bent and rested his hands on her door.  “Ava?”


“What’s going on?  There’s an APB that this car was stolen.”

“I, um, yeah.  I’m so fucking screwed right now.”

He opened the door and pulled her gently from the interior.  “Whatever’s going on, I’ll help you.”

“I stood up for myself when the alpha attempted to force me to mate with a male from another pack.  He was going to force me to go through with it.”  She started to sob.

He let her go only long enough to grab her bag from the seat and then escorted her to his car.  When he sat behind the wheel, he picked up the radio.  “This is Car 117. I found the stolen vehicle in the APB.  It’s empty.  Call for a tow.”

He put the car in drive.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re with me now, babe.  Didn’t I tell you when we were kids that I’d always take care of you?  The alpha hated that I was stronger than him, so he forced me to out and threatened to kill you if I came back.”

The fear that had been weighing her down ever since she fled began to dissipate.  Brian had saved the day like a true hero.  She looked in the side view mirror and flipped off the car that was fading into the distance.  “Goodbye and good riddance.”



Suzette Cauler

Links:  Blog    Facebook    TwitterSuzette Cauler

Speeding past Jade had the desired effect. Nick could have just called or texted her. He could even have pulled up alongside her. But this. This was just more fun. She was incredibly sexy in uniform. With that gun holster wrapped around her hips, she exuded power and control, reminding him of how much he liked watching her let go of it in his arms. She kept saying there wouldn’t be a next time, that her life was just too complicated for a relationship, but that was all bullshit. She couldn’t resist coming back for more, and he’d make sure it stayed that way. Besides, she hadn’t just happened to forget her underwear. That was definitely a sign that she planned to return.

He watched her hips sway as she walked over from her squad car, taking her sweet time. He liked that. There was no hurrying this woman, in or out of bed. When she finally reached the driver’s side of his car and leaned down to look at him, he grinned up at her. “What’s the problem, officer?”

She sighed, loudly. “You know exactly what the problem is. You just sped past me. What? Do you want another ticket?”

This was how they’d met almost a month ago. Nick had gone speeding past her, and she’d pulled him over. It was a known speed trap, but he was new to the area, so he hadn’t known that at the time. “I wanted to get your attention.”

“It worked. What is it?”

“You left this at my place.”

She practically snatched the black lace bra from him, balling it up in her fist and looking around as if unsure of what to do with it. “I couldn’t find it this morning. I had to stop looking or I would’ve been late.”

He liked the way she blushed. It reminded him of how she looked flushed and moaning under him in bed.  “You left your panties too, but…” He reached over to the passenger seat, grabbed the delicate matching panties, and lifted them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “I’m keeping them.”



Jorja Kish

Links:  Blog   Facebook   TwitterJorja Kish

The flash of blue and red forced Kasey to pull over the side of the road swirling a cloud of dust and dirt into the air.  She crinkled her nose and put the car in park, listening to the electric hum as she rolled down her window. A wave of heat flushed her skin, not from the scorcher outside the car, but from the man exiting his patrol car and placing his Steston on his short raven hair.

“No, it can’t be,” Kasey mumbled with disbelief as she fumbled with the volume on the radio.  Her eyes were glued to the side mirror of her Honda Civic.

“Hey, that’s my song,” Cerise complained slapping at Kasey’s hand.

“Will you stop! Hello, cop getting out of his car?” Kasey snapped forcing her periwinkle eyes away from the approaching man, while fighting for control of the volume.  Her heart hammered in her chest as she silently cursed her rotten luck.

Cerise rolled her eyes and lifted her hands away, giving her older sister what she wanted.  Her fire engine red hair bounced when she looked over her bare shoulders.

“Please, we’re in  Thomas County. I’d bet my whole Hello Kitty Collection that we’re related to the guy in some way.”

She turned back and faced her sister noting her flushed features. “Too bad though cause he’s hot,” she added.

A wave of heat rippled through Kasey’s belly. Her eyes darkened from a memory of piercing green eyes that she wanted to forget but couldn’t. Clenching her fists she ignored her sister’s curious gaze and scowled into the side mirror watching the six-foot-four man saunter toward her six year old car.

“That’s Joshua Cunningham,” she said shaking from her growing anger and worry.

“Who?” Cerise snapped her gum, giving up on trying to figure out her sister and rummaged through the glove box for the car registration.

“He’s one of the brothers who threatened to run me out of town for something I didn’t do.”



Kalissa Wayne

Links:  Facebook   Amazon Kalissa Wayne

“Jonas? Jonas Quinn. Apparently a lot has changed since I’ve been gone. The boy I….knew, who thumbed his nose at authority, who hated anyone who told him he couldn’t do something, has become the highest law enforcement officer in the county.” Savannah covered her trembling hands by crossing her arms and staring defiantly into those Ray-Bans.

“I grew up and received a hard-earned education. How long you stayin’ this time, Savannah? And before anyone else can ask, I’d like first shot at buying your Gran’s farm when you sell.”

Savannah’s jaw dropped. “I’m not selling. I’m coming home to stay.”

Jonas snorted inelegantly. “Yeah, sure Savannah. You couldn’t wait to shake the dust of this town off when you lived here. Now you say you’re planning on moving back when you live in LA? We’ll see. Just know that I’d like first shot at the place and I’ll give you fair market value. There are those in the valley who’ll offer you a tenth of what it’s worth because they are trying to buy the whole place up.” Jonas thumbed the brim of his hat as he turned to leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, sorry I haven’t come home sooner, sorry about a lot of things. But hindsight is 20/20 they say.”

Jonas stopped and the muscles in his back and shoulders stiffened. “That was a lot of years ago. Gran has needed you these past few years and you weren’t…” Jonas bit off an exclamation and yanked the door of the SUV open. He turned, the friendliness had disappeared and his jaw was as tight as his shoulders. “Don’t say things you don’t mean Savannah. You hurt a lot of people when you left, not just me. I won’t let you hurt my family again.”

Jonas threw himself into the SUV, fired the engine and drove away in a cloud of dust. Savannah stood there realizing she had a lot of ground to make up because of her selfishness as a teen. She’d never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Jonas.

Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section.

We’ll be back August 31st with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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  1. Lisa C permalink

    Love it, ladies!!!

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