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.
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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. 

Excerpt
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."

Blurb
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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Bio
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
Black Dorn
Capri's Fate
FL.E.S.H.

​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.”

Archer nodded.

“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.
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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.

About the Author:
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M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
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In his over two hundred year existence, he’d never been attracted to a human.  Blood was the one reason that he interacted with humans, and even that could be taken from a donor without him having him drink from the source.  But as he tried to pass off a reason he reacted to her in such an elemental way, he continued to follow her, finding himself outside the door that read Blue Plate Diner.  Obscured by the door, his eyes tracked movement as the waitress greeted her as if they were old friends.  For a reason he couldn’t fathom, he felt a surge of jealousy.  He was still a stranger to this captivating human, and she intrigued him.
Without quite knowing why he had followed her, he opened the door and walked into the chrome and tiled cafe, taking the time to pull up the hood of his sweatshirt.  He scanned the place and settled for a booth at the back of the restaurant, where he could watch her without being detected.

By the time he’d sat down and scanned for any possible dangers, she had pulled out a laptop along with a sheaf of papers filled with formulas he couldn’t decipher.  Between typing and writing in the margins of the already filled pages, the concentration on her work was total.

He found himself mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face as she worked.  A smile for when she figured out a problem, or a frown when something didn’t quite fit, and everything in between.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  When she bit her lip in concentration, it took all of his control to keep his distance from her.  He found that he had to grip the table to keep himself still, when all he wanted to do was devour her. 

The spell was broken when the waitress had placed a club sandwich with a side of fries on the free space next to her elbow.  He forced himself to relax, but kept his eyes on her when she reached for the sandwich absently and ate without really paying attention to anything else but the work in front of her.

After several hours, her hand covered a small yawn.  She glanced at her watch, and he felt the side of his mouth tilt as she rolled her eyes.  Thanking the waitress, she reached for two tens in her pocket and dropped them on the table before she packed up and left.

From that night on, he made a point to arrive at the diner minutes after she was seated, and spent hours scanning her face as he watched her work.  And every night, he slid into the shadows as she walked home to her small cottage, with its bright white siding with cornflower blue shutters that matched her perfectly.  Each night, he waited until she was safely inside with the door locked, before he made his way back to his home on the mountain. His attraction also came with a somewhat unwanted reaction.  Protectiveness.  He estimated her height at under five and a half feet tall, and although she walked everywhere in their relatively safe little town—to her job at Standard Biotech and her home, several blocks from the diner—he had to tamp down his need to protect her.  From what, he couldn’t explain, even to himself.

She was oblivious of him, so eventually he stopped covering his face as he entered the diner.  He kept telling himself that it was enough, being with her as she sat a short distance away.  But she continued to be blissfully unaware of his presence, and something deep inside him wanted answers to his questions.  And those questions had nothing to do with her blood. 

The obsession had grown steadily, and although he couldn’t explain it, he knew he couldn’t give her up.

Thinking back to my own high school memories, I had many nice times. Oh, sure. There were times when I was upset about some drama or because I didn't get what I wanted but overall, my high school memories were positive. How about yours? Did you enjoy your high school years? 

In Ashley Brooke Robbins latest novel, our heroine has some bad times during high school until she meets a boy. (Boys were always a positive in my high school memories) but let's see what's going on....

Excerpt:
“Getting ready to watch a meteor shower,” Dad replies in his normal voice, not having to yell to be heard. “Care to join us? You can make out without too much judgment. We’ll just make nauseatingly cute noises.”

I lace my fingers through Caleb’s. “Want to?”

He kisses my nose, which makes me scrunch it up. “I would love to.”

After I change into my regular jeans, T-shirt, and Converse in the upstairs bathroom, I feel a lot better, a lot more like myself. I’m putting my clothes into my room when strong arms wrap around me from behind. I know who it is from the homey feeling associated with his touch. “First the creeper, and now you’ve transitioned into a stalker.” I flip off my light switch.
“There’s my naturally beautiful girlfriend.” He happily picks me up.

“Ha-ha.” No one’s ever called me that before. “We better get out there before it starts.”
He sets me down and takes my hand, letting me lead the way.

“This is a family tradition. My dad has this rather nerdy thing about astronomy,” I explain as we climb up to the attic where we have access to the flat part of the roof.

“Cool.” Caleb shrugs. “Ladies first.”

It’s not long before we’re lying side by side, staring at the black and dark-blue sky. I’ve always found stargazing peaceful, bordering on boring, but this time, it’s different. I sense Caleb’s robust presence beside me, feel every time he takes a breath or even moves a little. I’ve never been this hyper-aware of someone.

The moon seemingly brightens, casting a white glow over us, which grabs my attention. As I take in its silent beauty, something occurs to me. True beauty doesn’t demand attention. It’s in those rare moments, when the crickets sing, that it shows itself; you merely have to be patient. Sometimes it goes deeper than outward appearances. Sometimes you have to take more than a glance to identify it.

Caleb laces his fingers through mine, and I squeeze his hand, almost afraid he’ll disappear because he’s my definition of perfect. Gazing at him, I see his true beauty. It’s not about how high his cheekbones are, or how nice his lips are. It’s about the light twinkling in his eyes. About the magnificent soul residing inside his body. “Remember when you said something about wishin’ on the moon?”


​*Sounds so adorable, right??? Well grab your copy and read it today!!

About the Author:
Ashley’s favorite thing to write about is basically anything to do with myths, supernatural, paranormal… but upon occasion she’ll write about young adult life. It comes somewhat naturally to her considering she’s twenty herself.

If the vampires or other supernatural beings still haven’t claimed her, you’ll most likely find her with her computer or a notebook, working on whatever story plots invaded her mind at that time or an article for www.lllranting.com. An organization that supports LGBT and mental health. Like most teenagers, she’s still unsure of what all she wants to do with her life. Become a marine biologist, graphic designer, editor, fashion designer? Or maybe just stick to writing, we might find out one day.
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She hopes to one day travel the world, take her mom to swim with the dolphins, let her sister finally visit Graceland, and swim with sharks, probably without her sister and mom. She currently lives in North Carolina with her mom, sister, and four crazy, spoiled dogs who think they’re human.
 
You can find her on her website: www.JustThatWeirdoNextDoor.com, or on pretty much any other social media site as AshKat174, except Snapchat (ash_lllranting). You can probably find those links on her website.
 

​Blurb
 
From a rich bedroom, a murder is ordered.
 
She had to die. Yoga instructor Ann Holloway’s sunny life is wrecked when a group of men break into her apartment and kill her sister. A rough, broody stranger snatches her from the killers’ jaw, but she has no clue about who these people were or the reasons behind the attack.
 
He was too scarred to really live. Burned-out former Marine and leader of the Team, Mark Carson thought he was doing a teammate an easy favor by picking up a couple of girls. How wrong. When his friend is killed, shadows build over the Team’s loyalty, and Ann’s life starts meaning more than his own, Mark is thrown into a different game. Now it’s personal.
 
From NY to sunny Miami, Ann and Mark run into a maze of lie, betrayal, and death, where love is the only, terrifying certainty.
 
And when truth unravels, they will risk all to survive.

Excerpt:
WHEN MARK OPENED the curtains, older memories mingled with what shone in front of his eyes. Light rose fast from the ocean, pushed by an overzealous sun; soon, that yellow ball would emerge and conquer the fading darkness.

He’d been woken up many times by it, and by the heat seeping through his body, rusted after a night on the beach.

Once again that morning, the Floridian sun-his sun-beckoned at him with its burning halo like an old friend. And like an old friend, Mark nodded with a little smile before turning his back to it.

“Ann?” he called gently, prodding at her calf with his knuckles.

She emerged from under the pillow in all her sweet languor, with hair that looked a lot like the sun’s crown of light, her frown still full of sleep. “Yes,” she murmured. “Gimme five.”

She waddled to the bathroom, a blond baby doe still learning how to walk.

Mark sat at the table, took the clip off his gun. He heard his own body shouting insults at him for the night before – enough with sleeping wrapped around her! Yeah, well, his body had better shut up, for he wasn’t gonna stop.

He punched the voice away and got on with checking the gun. It was a soothing process: the gentle friction of the slide coming off, the wiping, reassembling the pieces back together. The trigger clicked, clean and ready for action, the clip slid in place, ammo filled his pockets. He could have done it with his eyes closed. In fact, he’d done this in places so full of death, so empty of hope, that the hotel room was a paradise. Their mess was nothing compared to what he’d been through in the years of duty.

But Ann... for her it was all new. She’d lived a normal life, ups and downs, bad hair days, common tragedies and happiness.

In the past week she’d seen her sister disappear, coped with her death, saw a man murdered and almost died a couple of times. She found out that her sister had been lying to her all along.

And there she was, minutes after dawn, getting ready to go with him, not knowing what she would find next. Still able to smile, to hope, to fight without losing kindness and warmth.
Feeding his own faith.

Ann walked out the bathroom, chased her tennis shoes out from under the bed with movements still awkward with sleep.

She made him want to believe her, believe the buzz in his brain droning that yes, he could see the end of this crap and lose himself in her. The thought enticed him, dangerous and sweet.

She stood in front of him, hair in a ponytail and a tight smile on her lips.

“You ready?” he asked without meeting her eyes.
“Sure.”
She wasn’t, as she hadn’t been from day one, but she would soldier through it all one more time. With the right training, she would have made a great Marine. Pride for his angel inflated his chest, made him feel stronger, invincible. “It’s not gonna be dangerous,” he said. Riding that wave of confidence, he dared looking at her.

“Good. I’m not eager to put your teaching to the test.” She took a long breath. “Let’s go?”
He nodded, but didn’t move.

She would be so beautiful on white sand, her ivory skin kissed by the sun, wearing a small red bikini and a white hat with a gigantic brim. He would take her to unknown paradises, stop at every secluded beach all the way up to Georgia. He remembered the spots where a boy and a girl could really turn the heat up on a summer night.

His fingers reached up for her, skimming the elegant neck and his thumb brushing her lips.
She froze. Her lips parted, waiting for him. Wanting him.
All of his body tensed as the built-in alarms in his head went off.
He stepped away, secured his gun in the holster and locked away all that useless dreaming and need. 

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​Thanks so much for having me at Sexy Between the Covers, Melissa. My new release from the Wild Rose Press, Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders, is a mystery romance (some might call it “cozy”) set in Old Town Alexandria.
 
Murders,  mistrust, misfits, and miscreants—needlepoint artist Milo Everhart has her hands full. Can Tristram Brodie prove to her that love conquers all?
 
It’s just before Christmas, and Milo Everhart has two needlepoint stockings, a cross-stitch purse, and three canvases to finish for her clients. Waiting out the rain in a pub, she is captivated by the handsome man next to her, but blocking the road to romance are two mysterious corpses who turn up in the tower of her Torpedo Factory Art Center. As if that weren’t enough, a second crisis erupts—a proposal to gut her beloved Art Center. 
 
Tristram Brodie, hard-driving corporate lawyer and former Marine, is focused on his plan to convert the Torpedo Factory into a box store. He is drawn to the beautiful woman sitting next to him, but their mutual attraction will be frustrated by both the murders and his intentions. As they edge closer to love, they must find a way to overcome both their differences and the still-fresh memory of her late husband. 

Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders
Wild Rose Press, 7/20/2016; Imprint Crimson Rose 
Theme(s): Mystery/Cozy Mystery 
Contemporary romantic Suspense, M/F, 2 flames
Ebook, 66,830 words; Print 268 p. 

The Torpedo Factory Art Center in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, is a hulking former munitions factory right on the waterfront. Since the 1970s it has been host to art studios, a museum, and an art school. It’s never been renovated and is still a vast open central space surrounded by meandering corridors and rooms tucked away here and there. It is topped by a tower reached by hidden stairs. So you can imagine how our heroine, Milo Everhart, felt when she had to traverse the narrow stairs, open fire doors, and walk through a huge dark hall, to let the police in.
 
 
Excerpt (G): The Body
 
“Hello! Hello? 911?”

“Please state the nature of your emergency.”

“A body. There’s a b…b…body.” The word came out as a gurgle.

“Yes, ma’am. Now tell me where you are.”

Milo looked wildly around the darkened corridor. “Second floor. No lights.”

“Ma’am? Second floor of what?”

“Oh, er, the Torpedo Factory. I ran downstairs. I…”

“The Torpedo Factory? You mean the building at 105 North Union Street?”

Milo almost snapped, “How many torpedo factories do you know?” but thought better of it.
“Yes.”

“All right, ma’am. Now, you say you’ve found a body? Is it dead?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it’s dead. Dead. A dead body. In the office.”

“The office?”

“The tower. Look, can you send the police? I’m all alone in the building. Except for the body, of course. I mean, it’s pitch black in here. Please?” She knew she sounded less than rational, but weren’t 911 operators trained to weed out the gibberish and cut to the chase?

“I’ve already sent out a call. The police should be arriving any minute. Now, will they be able to enter the building?”

“Oh! Er. I don’t know. Archie’s already locked up.”

“Archie?”

“The super. He’s long gone, though.”

“Can you get to a door to let them in?”

Milo’s shoes must have found bubble gum on the floor all by themselves, since they appeared to be stuck. “I…uh…I can’t get to the doors.” Nothing but silence on the other end. She must think I’m lazy. Or a coward. I’ll bet she knows how to wait people out, to force them to do her bidding. “I’m not lazy, miss. I’m just…I’m wondering. What if the murderer is hiding somewhere, still in the building?”

“Murderer? You think the victim was murdered?”

Every CSI show she’d ever watched, plus a couple of X Files, fast-forwarded through her brain. Somewhere in the reruns she found the answer. “I don’t know. That’s for the experts to decide.” Thank you, Gil Grissom.

“Okay, ma’am. Listen to me carefully. If the building is locked, the police will have to break the door down, but first they’ll have to go to a judge and get a search warrant. So you see, the quickest way they can help you is if you let them in. Now, do you think you can go down the stairs to the door?”

Milo drew in a long, ragged breath, holding it until her head began to spin. As she let it out, she managed, “Yes. I’m on the landing. Can you stay on the line with me in case I’m attacked?”

“I sure will.”

Milo felt her way with one hand toward the middle stairwell. “I’m on the stairs now. Now I’m walking down the stairs.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The central staircase of the factory only had a single metal railing and thus was exposed to the entire main hall. If anyone still lurked in the building he could easily see (and hear) her. She stopped halfway down and looked across the main lobby to the front entrance, a set of doublewide, glass-paned sliding doors. “There are flashing lights and sirens coming from Union Street.”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be the police.”

​Well, duh.

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​About the Author:
Although M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents, the last thirty years were spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director, and parent. After too many years in academia, she worked for the U.S. Senate, the U.S. Department of the Interior, in several library systems, both public and academic, and at the Torpedo Factory Art Center.


Ms. Spencer has published ten romantic suspense novels, and has three more in utero. She has two fabulous grown children and an incredible granddaughter. She divides her time between the Gulf Coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.
 
Other Books by M. S. Spencer:
A Widow’s Walk: Catherine’s Dilemma
Dear Philomena: Love, Lust & Murder on Chincoteague Island
Triptych
Exquisite Christmas: 21 Romance Authors Share Holiday Stories & Recipes
Mai Tais and Mayhem
The Penhallow Train Incident
The Mason’s Mark: Love and Death in the Tower
 
Coming 2016:
Whirlwind Romance
Lapses of Memory
 
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I've been married for ten years to a wonderful man. He's someone who looks out for me and protects me. But I highly doubt he would ever kidnap me (Unless we were playing a game). Yet in the first book in The Taken Series by MS Kaye, Alec does just that... he kidnaps Adrienne to keep her safe from the evil in his family and the danger lurking in her life. Together, they found love, but now someone from their families' pasts is coming back and putting them in danger. Since Alec needed to protect Adrienne with kidnapping her, what will he do this time?? Pre-Order your copy today and you will be able to find out on the first day it releases!! 

​M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
 
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In Ashley Brooke Robbins' latest book, her main character, Rose, is having one of those bad days. When her headache hits, she passes out. 

Just today I had a doozie. The worst I've had in a while. The over the counter meds didn't help, but ice on my head, a dark room and a nap did wonders. Now I'm sure I'm not like Rose (I am not at the beach-bummer) but her headaches are really something....Check out the story to find out.

Blurb:
My name is Rose, and welcome to the summer break before my senior year. You’d think I’d be a little more excited, sorry to disappoint. My mom thinks I’m in a state of depression. I yell how nuts she is…then begin snot-crying, uncontrollably. So embarrassing.

I live on a small island named Luna Bay, in North Carolina. I should be getting excited like the rest of the teenage population to venture off into the enchanting world of endless exams and studying—college. Instead, I spend my days hiding out in my room, living vicariously through the lives of fictional characters.

Until my whole world turns upside down when I throw water in an innocent guy’s face. That’s when the headaches start, the blackouts and general craziness, ya know, more so than normal.
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“Sometimes the worst possible situation turns into something great. Something you’ll never forget…remember that.”—Rose Kaylin.

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​Marking Mariah
A Susan Stoker Special Forces Kindle World Novella
Release date: July 21, 2016
 
 
BUY LINK http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01IS5QQ7O
 
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31120880-marking-mariah
 
 
Blurb:
 
When a severe concussion sustained on a mission in Egypt equals a discharge for one-time soccer super star turned Delta Force IT expert, Terrance "Trigger" O'Leary, he spends half a year drunk, and in more strange beds than even he is willing to admit.
 
After wandering back home to Lucasville, Kentucky he's hired by his old friend, now the principal of the local high school. Honestly believing that his new job as soccer coach and part time bartender will be all he needs to fix himself, he’s determined to leave everything about his old life behind.
 
But a chance encounter at a karaoke bar turns into a smoking hot hook-up with a woman whose deep mocha skin and hypnotic singing voice turns him inside out. A woman he's a little surprised to meet again the next day—Mariah Bailey, recent winner of "Singers,” a national talent competition, and the high school’s new music teacher.
 
When terrifying, inexplicable violence rips the sleepy community apart, Trigger must leap back into action— which forces Mariah to accept his feelings about her, and the fact that even he can't always save the day.

EXCERPT:
Terry sat on his bike for a few minutes, trying to get his bearings, both mentally and physically. It’d been hours since he’d roared out of the trailer park in Bumfuck, Arkansas, leaving behind the woman whose name he never actually learned and her kid, and three hundred twenty of his own hard-earned bucks.

That left him with the awe-inspiring sum of exactly three thousand four hundred and two dollars.

And seventy-five cents.

Fuck it, he thought as he turned the bike North and East, pointed toward Tennessee. Soon enough he’d cross over the border of his home state.

The Bluegrass State.

God’s Country, as his parents used to say to him and his brother as they wandered home from one or another of their endless soccer tournament trips.

He’d managed to ignore his fellow Operators the past few days. They were all back in Texas, where he should be right now. It pissed him off too much to even ponder that, so he’d turned off his phone that day he’d left the money behind for the woman and her hung-y child.

He’d also left behind the booze he’d found—the amber liquor he’d been more or less floating on since departing Fort Hood. Figuring he had the discipline to do so on his own, he’d simply emptied the bottles of their formerly precious contents into the woman’s toilet and flushed it twice for good measure.

He’d give every penny of his three grand and some to have just one of those bottles back right now. He was nauseous, sweaty and shaking, his vision kept blurring on him but he kept moving forward.

Fuck booze.
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Fuck the Army and Delta Force.

Fuck his life and the god damned concussion those towel-headed shit cakes had bestowed on him that night in the dark desert.

Fuck all of it.

He wanted to go home. He needed to see his father, to visit his mother’s grave, wanted to cruise his old stomping grounds, look up some buddies—he knew all the Loves were still around, even that wild-ass Dominic.

Home.

That would fix everything.

He roared into a truck stop once he acknowledged that he was legitimately hungry for the first time in weeks. The booze had been a great diet pill, but for all those other pesky side effects. As he sat with the unappealing plate of meatloaf and potatoes and greens in front of him, he hauled out his phone and powered it up.

That was a mistake.

The device populated with furious messages, scrolling down as they continued to fill his screen. As he stared at them, trying to muscle the food down his throat and not puke it all back up on the table, the phone buzzed in his hand, making him curse and drop it in the mess of nearly congealed gravy.

Ghost was actually calling him.

That was a first.

He picked the device up, wiped off the worst of the damage and touched the screen to answer.

“God damn it, you sorry excuse for a human being. Where in the holy hell have you been?”

“Hey, Ghost,” he said, his voice creaky from disuse.

“Oh, hey there….and fuck you, Trigger. What the god damn hell is going on with you? You said you’d answer text messages on the way to Kentucky. It’s been…shit, it’s been three weeks since anyone’s heard anything from your sorry ass.”

“Yeah, I know.” He stuck his fork into a bite of meatloaf. “Sorry.”

“Fuck your sorry, you dick cheese. Jesus Christ in a Jeep you have turned me into a worried mama hen and I do not, I repeat do not, like it.”

“Right, well, I’m okay. So you can go shit out your eggs and get on with your day.”

The silence was louder than any shouting or cursing. He winced, but waited it out.
“I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t just say that to me, soldier.”

“I’m out, Ghost. I’m not your soldier anymore.” He dropped the fork onto the plate. Gravy splattered on the table. He glared at it, his eyes hot, his ears ringing so loud he almost didn’t hear Ghost’s next words.

“I told you before you left—you will never stop being Delta. Once an Operator, always an Operator. Cut the pity party, Trigger. I don’t like it.”

I don’t give a shit what you don’t like, Terry thought but would never, ever say to his former commanding officer.

“Right,” he said instead. “Aye aye.”

“Don’t use pussy sailor talk with me,” Ghost growled.

Terry sighed and slumped into the cracked leather seat, his conversational inclinations all used up. “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch, okay? I’m a big boy, remember? I can manage to get home without checking in with my baby sitters every hour.”

“How’s your head,” Ghost asked, giving him a pass on the lame, teenager-ish sarcasm.

“Fine,” he said, wincing as a spike of now-familiar pain pierced his left eyeball and lodged in his brain, settling in for a nice long session.
 
 
Marking Mariah is tied to Liz’s Amazon Best Selling series: The Love Brothers
Love Garage
Safe Love (novella)
Coach Love
Love Brewing
Family Love
 

​Terry left his small town to escape his pain, but after an injury while serving in the military, he goes home again in need of a job. 

Mariah had her shot at singing stardom but leaves the bright lights to care for her young son. In need of a job, she heads to the school run by one of the Love Brothers, who gives her a job as a music teacher.

When Terry and Mariah come together, they find peace...from the pain in his head and the doubts in her soul.

Ms. Crowe weaves a tale of passion, friendship and romance where the characters come alive to the reader. I enjoyed getting to reconnect with my friends from The Love Brothers' series as well as meet new characters from Susan Stoker's Special Forces books. Yet it was the characters themselves with tugged at my heart.

I've been in Mariah's shoes, dealing with the cutting remarks and disappointment of a parent. Sometimes those wounds take a long time to heal. And as a teacher, I could connect with Mariah's sense of overwhelming pressure about curriculum and being the best.

This story is a must read for fans of exciting action, killer characters and sizzling passion!

Liz Bio
 
Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.
Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).
With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.
Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.
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Recommendations/endorsements:
“Liz Crowe is one of those rare authors who knows how to take the emotions of her characters and make them real for her readers, binding you to the story.”
---International Best Selling Author Desiree Holt
 
"Liz Crowe is my drug of choice for unconventional romance that pushes the envelope of my comfort zone." 
--Best Selling Author of the Enigma Series, Ditter Kellan
 
Liz Crowe writes intense true-to-life stories that make you feel. Whether it's anxiety, love, fear, hate, bliss, or loss woven into her plot lines, you will feel it deep down to your very soul.
--Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author 
 
“I’ve learned to expect the unexpected with any Liz Crowe novel—along with 3-dimensional characters and well-written, realistic plots.”
--USA Today best selling author AM Hargrove
 
 
 

Schoolteacher, Melanie Whitman’s dating life is in shambles when her boyfriend and former boss dumps her. Her best friend arranges for Master Draikoh San, matchmaker extraordinaire, to provide her with a night to remember.

Breakout star of the third season of the reality TV show Laguna Nights Cole Hayes was burned by the limelight and started a family. After a messy divorce and looking to move back into the dating scene, he agrees to a one-night stand.

Can Cole and Melanie create a relationship that will last a lifetime, or will their one-night stand crash in the waves of Laguna Beach?
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**One Night in Laguna is a stand-alone novella but features characters from Chalkboard Romance, another magical match made by Master Draikoh San.

EXCERPT:
Melanie watched out the window as the limo pulled away from John Wayne Airport. It’d been ten years since she’d ridden in a limo, yet it never got old. The driver pointed out various landmarks along the fifteen mile trip from the airport to the seaside hamlet of Laguna Beach. Melanie marveled at the large beach homes which dotted the coast, as well as the amazing sandy beaches along California’s Pacific Coast Highway. Determined to enjoy as much of the sunny weather as possible, Melanie kept the window down during the thirty minute drive. She breathed in deep the smells of the ocean.

All too soon, the driver pulled into the long drive of her hotel and stopped the car at the entrance. He opened the door for her, pupped the trunk and retrieved her bags, before handing them off to the bellboy.

Melanie stepped out of the limo and slipped her sunglasses over her eyes. Her jaw dropped. The tropical beach atmosphere of the hotel showed in the white columns and wood shutters next to the entry. The lush landscaping with tall palm trees and flowing shrubs highlighted the stone walkway, drawing Melanie’s gaze. Smoothing the bottom of her blouse and skirt, she spun around, looking for a hidden camera. No way this beautiful hotel was where she was going to stay the night.

Entering the lobby, her feet sank into the plush carpet as she headed toward the smiling woman behind the counter. The sound of soft music and the smell of fresh carnations teased her senses.

“Welcome to the Mondrian, Laguna Beach’s premier resort,” said the pretty tanned blonde. “How may I help you?”
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“Hello, I’m Melanie Whitman. I have a reservation.” Melanie adjusted her handbag on her shoulder. The receptionist was gorgeous, with the body of a supermodel, and made Mel self-conscious. Positive it was the California sunshine which made all the women tall and beautiful, she considered moving to Laguna if it’d mean she’d lose some pounds, gain a few inches, or even turn into a video star. But Melanie doubted it would work that way for her.

​The Demon Tales Are Back!!
 
I am so happy to tell you that Deadly Slumber, the NEW first book in the Demon Tales Series will be released in October. (Deadly Slumber is a re-release of Sleeping Beauty, and the Damned Demon. After this book the Demon Tales will be ALL NEW stories, never read before.)
 
The Demon Tales have had a shake up, a rejig and been given a whole new, shiny look!
I did this because I felt they needed a polish, and I believe a new era, needs a new look!
 
My writing has grown and evolved since I first wrote Beauty and the Beast 7 years ago, and I wanted to breathe some fresh air into their stories. So, while you may not see all characters you once read about yet - you will, but they will have fresh books! (All coming soon)
 
Thank you for waiting so patiently for the Demons to return. I will be eternally grateful to all who read the original series. I hope you enjoy my changes.
 
If you a new reader, Hi! ;-)
My Demon Tales are sexy, dark and twisted versions of recognizable fairy tales. They are full of action, intrigue and HOT SEXY males. My females are strong and forceful – not meek and defenseless. And I hope you learn to love them as much as I do. 
I hope you enjoy Deadly Slumber.
 
Much love.
Kerrianne Coombes x0x0
 
 
Blurb.
 
    Selma is wasting away, starved of light, love and happiness. Locked in a human insane asylum, cursed. When she awakens the nightmares truly begin. She has given up all hope of escaping, until a dark stranger, with frightening eyes, secrets her away in the night.

    Alone, bitter and determined, Rhand searches for what was taken from him. Ruthless beyond measure, nothing and no one will get in the way of fulfilling his promise to his people. The Fey who lost it all… Until his search leads him to Selma.

     Dark Magic, demonic lands and evil inhabit the world where he takes her, but nothing compares to the power of the love between the mercenary and his Sleeping Beauty.

Connect with Kerrianne:
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I received a free copy of this book for review. 

Familiar with the Tarzan story? Ms. Fredricks tells her own tale complete with a sexy Tarzan, a helpless Jane and the dangerous jungle...but this is where the similarities end. 

Ms. Fredricks story is fast paced with pirates searching the island for Jane who escaped their grasp when they attach the yacht she's on. While on the island, Jane meets Tarzan and while communication is dicey since he hadn't learned English, they do find a way to communicate.

The sizzle between the two jump off the page as Jane introduces Tarzan to human mating, and he teaches her about her animalistic side. The pages scorch when these two get together. 

I couldn't put the story down and now I'm waiting for the next installment...Ms. Fredricks leaves you panting for more!

I know when I'm undecided about something or upset, I cry. Mostly it's a reaction to my frustration of not knowing what is right, what I should or shouldn't do and what might happen. Can you see I like being in control? 

So I could empathize with the heroine in MS Kaye's latest book. She doesn't know who she can trust and even what the truth is. Yep, I'd be crying! 

​I love that the cover hints at all those things but don't forget to see the mystery at the bottom. Is it a clue?? I'll never tell!

For Adriane Graham, the real question comes down to this: “Am I Alec Kaden’s guest…Or his prisoner?”

If she’s a guest in the Kaden mansion, then it means Alec has freed himself from his family ties to organized crime. It means he’s telling the truth when he says he’s protecting Adriane from dangerous men and they can shake off the shackles of haunted pasts.

…But…

If Adriane Graham is Alec Kaden’s prisoner, it means his tenderness is simply a ruse to keep her under control; his kindness is just poisoned hypocrisy. It means Alec is a cruel liar, and that somehow, by some desperate way, she’s got to get out of this charming man’s well-guarded house before it’s too late.

Is she Alec’s treasured guest? Or merely a pretty bird, trapped in his gilded cage? The troubling questions pour like fountains…flowing…
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Endless as the Rain.

When I was a teen, I fell in love weekly, sometimes daily...as an adult I was more circumspect and realized how love and lust differed. I'm more picky these days. But what if you found your soul mate and couldn't stay with him? What if you had to let him go, even though it broke your heart to do it? 

In Once, the first book in a new series by MS Kaye, we meet a couple who are destined to be soul mates. In fact, he's her first and only but she can't keep him.... 

Here's what one reviewer said about Once....
"I realize editors aren't supposed to review the books they work on, but when a book makes you sob during both the first and second rounds of editing, and you have very little work to do on it, you know you're working on a winner. I feel like I'll be stealing my pay on this one, although I'll still take it! The only problem was, I worked on Once; while doing volunteer work at the VA Hospital, and while I was sobbing, a veteran needed my help. I could barely speak to the poor man! I managed to stammer, ;G-good b-book. B-be with y-you in a m-minute," as I wiped my eyes on a tissue."

Her first and also her once.

Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.

Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.

But are they able to forget and let go?

EXCERPT:
“What’s the answer?”

He paused. “A switchblade.”

With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”

He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”

I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”

His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”

I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.

He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.

“You’re still a good person,” I said.

His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”

“I have faith in you.”

He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.

I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.

He leaned closer.

I only watched him.

He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.

He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”

My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”

His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”

He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.

“God give me strength,” he murmured.

The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.
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He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
 
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