I'm so glad that Daryl is here to explain her characters and how they speak in Brace for Impact. I still only say certain character's names in my head because I don't want to sound silly.
H'Understanding the H'Accent – eh!
In Brace for Impact – my erotic tropical romance – Guy Lapierre is a Canadian R.C.M.P. officer who is bilingual - English/French. Without going into a history lesson, in 1969, the Official Languages Act made Canada a bilingual country.
Interesting side note – The Prime Minister at that time was Pierre Trudeau, who is the father of our current Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau
Some think that everyone in Canada can speak both official languages, but sadly that's not true. Some are fluent in both – some can get by and others…not so much.
When Guy needs to slip into a disguise, he adopts a stereotypical, very thick French Canadian accent. I wrote his speech as he would say it with the accent then later went back and eased up a bit when I realized that some might find it difficult to understand him.
Second side note – Guy's accent is French Canadian not French as in from France. The two languages are the same, yet different. The same as North American English is different from British English.
Basic Primer to Understand Guy Lapierre's accent
1. If the word starts with a vowel – put an H in front of it.
Apple – h'apple Elephant – h'elephant
2. If there is an H in the front of the word – drop it.
Hello – 'ello House – 'ouse
3. If there is a TH – make it sound like a D
There – d'ere That – d'at
4. When all else fails – just add eh at the end of the sentence.
(our Canadian eh – is not said like Fonzie's ehhhhhhh. It's more of a question sound. Beautiful weather, eh.)
So d'ere you 'ave h'it. A complete h'underestanding of de way Guy speaks. Eh.
2 additional explanations
Guy say Merde and Foutre – a lot.
Merde is what comes out of the back end of a cow.
Foutre – in English there is a word that starts with F and rhymes with duck.
After stripping away the husk, Guy held up a small white ball shaped coconut. "Naked coconut." He shook it. "Full of lait de coco. Coconut milk. Listen." He held it close to her ear.
The slosh of liquid made Lori's mouth water. "So step two. How do you get the water out and not pour it all over the sand? If you hit it with a rock, the liquid will just gush out."
"You make a strong argument d'ere. Beautiful. Intelligent. And can chug a beer. All qualities I like in my stranded-on-h'a-h'island mate."'
Lori felt the blush heat her cheeks. His smile was infectious and somehow it made this horrible predicament a little bit better. His whole attitude took an edge off her nerves. She wanted to snuggle next to him and inhale his enthusiasm and acceptance of the challenge life had flung at them. The situation was morbidly unacceptable. Everything possible had gone wrong. She'd lost her composure, strayed from her training and let her emotions overwhelm her. A dribble of sweat ran down her back. Her dark uniform wasn't designed for a tropical island. She brushed sand from the skirt and smoothed a wrinkle. She was in uniform. It had to be perfect.
"Where is d'at red 'igh 'eel?"
Lori raised an eyebrow.
A puzzled look crossed his face as he glanced around. "I t'rew it…"
"Should I ask why you had a red high heel? And possibly, why only one?"
"I couldn't find da other h'one." He stood and held out his hand. "Come 'elp. We shall find h'it."
She grabbed his hand and allowed herself to be hoisted to standing. "You!"
Guy stepped back.
"You saved me. It was you. I sort of…came to I guess, at one point. You got me out from under the…you saved my life. Thank you." She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"I like being t'anked. You can t'ank me here." He pointed at his other cheek.
She laughed and gave him a quick kiss.
"And 'ere." He pointed at his mouth.
She kissed the end of her finger and pressed her fingertip to his lips.
"Not the same."
Brace for Impact
This is the release of the single story taken from the Crashing into Love box set.
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
Review - Daryl Devore's book was fantastic also it was probably one of my favorites of the set. I was crying at the end thinking the worst but it turned out great.
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Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
Connect with Daryl at her website: http://www.myeroticnotions.blogspot.com/
Other Books by Daryl Devore:
A Kept Woman
Sexy red Hood
Growing up, there was a lot of things I didn't know or understand about my parents. I knew that one was a staunch Republican while the other was a Democrat. I knew they had to have had sex at least five times--hence my sisters and me. But I didn't know about their dating story or what they liked most about each other. My mom has been gone for over fifteen years and there's so much I would like to know....
At least one thing I do know is that my parents are both from the same time period. The heroine in MS Kaye's latest series, can't even say that.... Here... see for yourself.
The man wore black pants and vest, polished shoes, and a white shirt. His hair looked slick and perfectly combed to one side. He looked exactly like she would imagine Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.
“Hendrick,” Archer said, obviously surprised to see him.
She glanced at Archer and then stared at the man.
“I’ve heard that name before,” she said.
He paused. His blue eyes seemed sad and yet resolved, like a widower withstanding rain at his wife’s funeral, standing at the grave, saying a proper goodbye.
“I know you’ve heard it,” he said. “Your mother told you.”
“How do you know my mother?” she asked. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am.”
She turned to Archer as if asking for help. She had to stop herself from reaching out a hand to him, a hand he couldn’t take.
Archer’s voice was gentle. “He’s a very good friend of mine. He asked me to watch over you when you ran away from the hospital. But he never told me why.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“I know,” Archer said. “You’re getting hit with a lot all at once.”
“He’s a ghost.”
“But the style of his clothes, his hair—he must have passed a long time ago.”
“He’s one of the older ghosts I’ve met. I think he died around 1890.” He glanced at Hendrick.
She could barely get the words out, like pulling briar out of her own throat. “Then how can he be my father?”
Can you imagine how family reunions will go for her??
Ilona discovers what it means to have a mother who is a modern woman and a father who is a 19th-century gentleman ghost.
After being hit by a car and taken to the hospital, Ilona starts to realize she’s different from other people, and that her mother has hidden the truth from her. She sneaks out of the hospital in order to discover the truth.
A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890.
Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.
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