--> Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales.  This week the word prompt is Dog.  Thank you for stopping by and reading Lorenzo and Pia's journey.                                         Lorenzo pulled up in front of Peter Luger’s.   The valet opened her door and Pia stepped out onto a black carpet.   After giving the valet explicit instructions on where to park his car, Lorenzo joined her.             “I hope you didn’t take my conversation with the valet the wrong way, but last time I came here, he parked my car on the edge of the block, and someone must have sideswiped me when they made the turn.” He placed his arms around her waist leading her to the front door.             A tall thin middle-aged man greeted them in a black three piece suit. “Good evening, Mr. Marcus.   Your table is ready in the New Corner Room.”             “Thank you Abe.   Good to see you again.”             They followed able to the center of the room to a table

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt finger. Thank you for stopping by. I hope you are all enjoying my new tale.  Pia placed her bottle of beer and hotdog on top of the dugout. Looking at Lorenzo out on the field warming up his pitching arm, she couldn’t believe she was sitting in these seats, so close to the action on the field. She couldn’t resist taking a picture and texting it over to Lisa. Lifting her hand she counting on each finger: four, three, two, one.  Her phone rang. “Hello.” Pia heard Lisa laughing. “Bitch.”  “Thank you. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist taking the picture.” “How did you manage that seat?”  “Lorenzo.”  “I can’t believe I am still stuck up here in the freaken mountains, and you’re sitting there in the best seats in the house using the dugout as your snack table.” Pia could still hear her friend giggling on the other end of the phone. “When are you coming home?”  “I have to tie up a couple of things.

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt. I'm sharing with you a scene that didn't make the cut in my novel "The Boardwalk." Mario held a bottle of Dom Perignon and two champagne glasses. He set them down on the glass picnic table before embracing Brooklyn. Turning the night into a special occasion had been his top priority. The first time he spotted her in her Nike shorts and tank top with sweat dripping down her forehead, he knew he had met the love of his life. She was different from the other spectators who stopped to listen to his horrific signing and guitar playing. Their first kiss was still embedded on his lips. Whenever she was around he couldn’t stop smiling. Brooklyn lifted the bottle of champagne and smiled. “What’s the occasion?” “You.” “Me?” she point to herself. He lifted the bottle and popped it open with the champagne running down the side. “Yes you. Only the best for you.” Brooklyn dropped her eyes down to the floor and blushed.

Welcome to the Guilty Indulgence Blog Hop. Thank you for stopping by and for your support. Everyone has a guilty indulgence and this is the place to share that. I'm going to expose to my readers my true indulgence. I try my best to control myself, but when I pass a lingerie store I get out of control. In my novel The Boardwalk, Brooklyn DeMelli has the same obsession. She loves lingerie. Not your usual silk nighty, but the lace, garter belt, thigh highs and black stilettos kind of outfit. She visits her friend Linda at Linda Lingerie Boutique. who owns Linda Lingerie Boutique, which houses some of the most sexiest outfits in all of Staten Island, New York. Since Brooklyn hadn't been in a relationship or had particular man in in her life, she stopped buying lingerie. The fun part about wearing lingerie is to model it in front of the man you love. She had lost her interest in lingerie, but now, she wants to buy something special just in the event, they took their dating

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tale's where authors write to a word prompt. This week word prompt is Mountain. Make sure you check out the other wonderful tales at: Tuesday Tales Pia laid out all her purchases onto the bed. Tonight she wanted to look perfect. She had spent the past two hours in and out of the dressing room trying on different outfits. After getting undressed and dressed for close to an hour, she had to take a step back and think about what she was doing. She was going to a baseball game, not a formal affair. Her usual attire of jeans, t-shirt and hair in a ponytail just wouldn’t suffice. So she choose a pair of black skinny jeans, a white poet’s shirt and a pair of two inch black suede boots which tied up the back. On the way home she spoke to Lisa who couldn’t believe what had taken place the past two days. “Of all time for me to be on a business trip up here in the mountains in the middle of no where missing all the fun. Bitch,” she said laughi