tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15926766821246202472024-03-04T23:25:55.241-05:00HomeWhen you question if love is enough...TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-9212588386860382662012-03-22T15:15:00.002-04:002012-03-22T15:15:40.728-04:00For Readers of HomeWell, I finally got that book out that I've been dreaming about.
If you want to take a look at what's what, I did an interview with Hath on her blog today!
http://thegoddesshathor.blogspot.com/2012/03/meet-new-author-tarynelliottfic-and-we.htmlTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-56929761812706404442011-12-13T05:17:00.002-05:002011-12-13T05:17:45.829-05:00Christmas 2011Chapter ONE is up.
Hope you enjoy! The plan is Twelve days to Christmas...and 12 days of story. There may or may not be a post for every day. But it will end on Christmas.
=)TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-63270149290107925612011-11-13T04:13:00.000-05:002011-11-13T04:13:19.107-05:00New Home Base
It's that time of year again. I'll be putting together a new Tessa and Jon story for the holidays. I made up a new blog as a home base for all the J&T stories, in order.
Just click on the pretty pic above.
;)TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-85441877532198737102010-12-24T15:48:00.000-05:002010-12-24T15:48:32.613-05:00Find Your Way Home2010 installment of Tessa and Jon can be found HERE
Hope you enjoy.
Merry Christmas,
Tara LeighTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-2633468289129577282010-11-28T19:58:00.002-05:002010-11-28T19:58:44.436-05:00A Miami ThanksgivingCome visit me and the girls on the Fan Fictionista's Thanksgiving Blog: Pornucopia.
We all wrote a little biscuit in honor of the season revisiting some of our favorite characters.
I, of course, had to do a Jon and Tessa story.
This one is in it's entirety. Just a little biscuit.
Man, I just love writing these two.
Home: A Miami ThanksgivingTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-9353383970159563582009-12-14T22:42:00.000-05:002009-12-14T22:42:28.771-05:00A Special Christmas PresentA special Christmas Short Story...is up as a present for all you guys that have been so loyal to Jon and Tessa.
Of course you know me and the definition of SHORT. LOL
Start here...
Home for the HolidaysTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-17909498294907570192009-06-18T22:47:00.002-04:002009-06-18T22:49:49.415-04:00EpilogueNovember 2008 Jon rounded the corner, the uneven cobblestones of Broad Street bled into Grant. Both the US and a Christmas Flag fluttered above the aging brick of her store front. It was lovingly restored with the help of a good power washer. He knew that because Tessa’s picture after her battle with said power washer was still the wallpaper on his Mac. The name, Ever After, was in TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-82239906037062365672009-06-17T01:35:00.002-04:002009-06-17T01:52:15.946-04:00Chapter 169January 2008 Tessa peeked into her office—no, not her office. Not as of today. Half of the office space had been transformed into a cotton candy pink oasis of little girl things. The Rock Star Baby stroller, thanks to Tico, was stowed in the corner, pink and cream baby blankets dripped off every spare surface, and a ridiculously high end diaper bag hung off the office chair thanks to TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-10704934387118665002009-06-14T20:15:00.003-04:002009-06-14T21:16:44.951-04:00Chapter 168Tessa felt the rough line of his jaw, the quick rasp of his tongue at her ear. The way he tugged at it, scraping his teeth down the lobe then started in on her neck. God, he always knew just where to touch her. She lifted her fingers into his hair. The soft curls at the nape of his neck tangled around her as she dragged his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft. Nothing hurried, the brush of TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-70948811875135110182009-06-11T08:03:00.001-04:002009-06-11T08:05:20.599-04:00Chapter 167Jon watched Dorothea’s eyes flicker from distress to the calm, flat brown he was used to. She was a tight one with emotions in the last half dozen years. Was it his fault that she was so withdrawn? Had he been so callous to not notice she’d been sliding away from him for what felt like forever? He didn’t want to hurt the woman that had been a major part of the first half of his life. He hatedTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-12163263737221008122009-06-07T19:08:00.000-04:002009-06-07T19:10:15.285-04:00Chapter 166Tessa forcibly stopped digging nail marks into her forearms. God, this was exactly what she’d been afraid would happen. Her alone—with Dot. Shit. “Dorothea, I’m not looking to get between anyone here.” She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Answer the question.” Her voice was frosty and the definition of unfriendly. She leaned forward, still unwilling to get into it with her. Dammit, it TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-3979053251003260272009-06-06T01:32:00.001-04:002009-06-06T01:35:02.022-04:00Chapter 165She sat in his car with her hand on her lap. Okay, so she’d twisted off half the circulation in her fingers. When the door opened she looked up at him. “I changed my mind.” He looked down at her, that patient—on the edge of patronizing, the jerk—look on his face. He simply held out his hand. Feeling snotty, uncomfortable and nervous, she slapped it away. “I can get out myself.” He’d TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-83727782929359355102009-05-31T13:44:00.004-04:002009-05-31T17:33:20.310-04:00Chapter 164Jon parked his car. Every single muscle hurt. They’d done a few festivals in Canada and another couple in middle America. God, why did he sign up for those things? Sweat he could handle, even the heat wasn’t totally unbearable. Of course add in the damn stage lights and he must have sweated out five gallons of water at each show. But he could deal with all of that. It was the fucking TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-21972196537677548022009-05-28T20:39:00.001-04:002009-05-28T20:40:38.410-04:00Chapter 163The familiar bite of sarcasm and underlying worry in her eyes killed the sting. “Why do you think I’m here?” They both stood where they were. Wariness and the need to hug her best friend had her feet cemented into the floor. “Decided to join the land of the living finally?” “Yeah, that whole work thing—funny how it drags you back to your senses.” The need to hug her won out and she duckedTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-85931829222162032772009-05-24T17:59:00.000-04:002009-05-24T18:00:23.356-04:00Chapter 162Tessa slammed the trunk of her car a few hours later. The sun was lower in the sky—the world a little clearer than the last time she’d been just in that spot. She’d taken one last long walk up and down the beach she’d cried at, healed with and ultimately broken down on. The sand knew all her fears, caught most of her tears and soaked them up, spitting them back out into the big salty sea whereTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-12048611612609025872009-05-16T07:53:00.000-04:002009-05-16T09:22:00.310-04:00Chapter 161Jon cinched his buckle, tugging his white dress shirt over the heavy silver. He wouldn’t have time to change once he got back to Red Bank. A face to face interview with Entertainment Tonight, a phoner and then flight out to do the festivals—he had a headache just thinking about it all. What the hell was he doing? He’d barely taken a breath before rolling back into the studio and now the TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-55239578967772665462009-05-10T15:41:00.001-04:002009-05-10T15:44:02.822-04:00Chapter 160Tessa stretched. Hair roughened calves swiped over her smooth ones and his strong arm was still wrapped around her waist. A familiar bristly chin itched its way into her neckline until she laughed. “Awake?” He lifted his head and looked out the window. His belly gurgled hungrily behind her before he put his chin back in its spot. “Nope.” She twisted in his arms pushing him onto his back. “TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-29506740612643759612009-05-03T20:31:00.000-04:002009-05-03T20:34:45.379-04:00Chapter 159 His gut unclenched and the bands around his chest finally eased. It felt like they’d been there forever. For the first time in his life the idea of something or someone, that wasn’t his children, becoming the focus in his life was terrifying. It was also humbling. The relief he sought was in her eyes. It was in her touch and the way she held onto him. She was finally with him in TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-82711792310310437882009-04-30T22:14:00.000-04:002009-04-30T22:19:57.621-04:00Chapter 158What in blue hell was he thinking? She’d just tripped over herself to tell him she wanted to try. She’d run in the rain and poured her heart out to him that she was going to be all in and he brings up vows? Had he finally cracked? They weren’t fixed. They were far from fixed. Okay, so it was pretty amazing that he still wanted her that much, but they’d never spoken about forevers. In fact, TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-28499537259640955982009-04-27T23:30:00.002-04:002009-04-28T00:55:12.922-04:00Chapter 157The blood—it was all he could see. Each pounding sneaker-print in the sand, each pump of his arms should have pushed him past the memory, but it followed him like it was tethered. He’d been able to push down that memory for so long, but talking about it again brought it into high def reality. Working hard to keep things on an even keel between them was the only thing that mattered. How was TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-21729868254596424882009-04-24T07:47:00.001-04:002009-04-24T07:48:17.673-04:00Chapter 156She woke to the smell of…bacon? Tessa blinked away the foggy veil of sleep, slamming her eyes shut at the rain that dripped between the slats of the shutters. “Crap,” she muttered. She’d seen the first fingers of dawn before she’d finally drifted off. Too bad the damn storm moved in just behind it. It suited her mood. Of course four hours of sleep had nothing to do with that. Ha. Stupid manTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-2238905478600914662009-04-20T23:55:00.002-04:002009-04-21T00:14:37.242-04:00Chapter 155Jon smoothed back her bangs, stretching his legs out on the couch. The warm weight of her was the first bit of reassurance he’d had in months. He was still ready for her to leave again. How long would it be before he could trust that she’d stay? Did he have any right to ask her to? She’d trusted him with the real story about why she’d run away from him. He couldn’t even imagine that kind ofTaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-80094240765484601112009-04-07T08:01:00.001-04:002009-04-07T08:03:16.895-04:00Chapter 154She heard his heart rate increase just as everything around them stilled. No breeze, no gulls, just the ever constant surf against the rocks. When he tried to pull away, she held on, pressing her cheek tighter to him. She’d been alone for most of her life—even when her parents had been alive and her sister lived in the States, she’d never felt connected to anyone. Not until Jon. No matter TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-89942781438939821382009-03-31T02:01:00.001-04:002009-03-31T02:03:06.613-04:00Chapter 153Free website - Wix.comJon scraped his palm against the stubble on his cheek. He didn’t even have to feel around to know she was gone. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he slammed his hands down on the mattress. “Son of a bitch.” Was last night all they had left inside of them? Powerful, amazing sex that lingered on the edges of love, buried under countless degrees of pain. He swung his TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1592676682124620247.post-36068663726601687052009-03-24T02:43:00.003-04:002009-03-24T03:26:48.244-04:00Chapter 152Free website - Wix.comTessa wandered through the house, clicking off lights and checking the locks as she prepared for bed. Her fingers tightened on the doorknob as the muscle car that had initially given her such a rush, sat in her driveway. Still. Was he out there, waiting? Did he really need to be this stubborn? She’d given him the out he needed. That you needed. She stuffed down the TaraLeighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00342413692746814980noreply@blogger.com24