Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt train. Don't forget to visit the other awesome authors. Jill sat back on the couch with her legs resting on Robbie’s lap. As he massaged her feet, she felt a feeling of calm. She didn’t know what her game of action would be if he pursued anything more. The question at hand was did she want something more? “Can I get you more coffee?” Robbie asked, letting go of her feet. “I’m going have to pass. If I have more coffee I’ll be up all night.” “I have no doubt you’ll be up all night.” Robbie stood. “I have the perfect drink for us to have by the fireplace.” Jill watched Robbie walk into the kitchen. This wasn’t the situation she had in mind for the night.   Did she excuse herself and walk out to her cottage in the back, claiming she was exhausted? And if she did, what would he think? She knew this was the wrong decision moving into the cottage on his property. Through all the...

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt coffee. This week the prompt feel right into my tale as last week they were eating coffee. It is cold and snowy in Barnegat, New Jersey. So it is the perfect week to grab that cup of coffee and enjoy the tales from this wonderful group of authors.  Over dinner they discussed the sitcom, with Robbie telling her how excited the producers are with the quality of her work. After cleaning up the dinner dishes, Robbie led her into the living room and added wood to the fireplace. Jill sat down on the couch across from the fire and watched Robbie. When he stood, he pivoted in his black lace leather shoe to face her. “I thought we’d have dessert by the fire, if that’s all right with you?” “I’d love to.” Jill stood. “I’ll pour the coffee and bring it in.” Robbie held up his hand. “No. You are a guest in my house. I want you to sit back and get comfortable. All work related talk ...

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. I've been gone for a couple of weeks, so it sure feels great to be back here sharing my tales. I'm continuing with my story about Robbie and Jill. Their story started when they met on a plane coming back to New York City. They shared a common interest with Robbie getting Jill a job being part of a team writing for a new T.V. sitcom. Robbie offered her the cottage in his backyard. She accepted and was going to Robbie's for dinner.... Robbie poured a little more wine into Jill’s glass once she finished her dinner. Jill was amazed how well Robbie was able to cook a homemade Italian dinner from scratch, down to his own salad dressing. “I have to admit that everything was delicious. Where did you learn how to cook like that?” Jill asked, taking a sip of her wine. “My grandmother taught me how to make authentic Italian food. She had told me it was essential to be able to cook for the day that ...