Showing posts with label Banyan. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! We are taking on water! Erotic romance, murder, artist, supernatural.



  How did the author know that a survivor of this shipwreck would survive this book, and two more that follow?


THE GLOW

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Pg. 322


We were getting tired, and it was too rough to sleep on night watch changes. The whitecaps were splashing across the deck. The water was cold, and we broke out our heavy weather gear.

I already had the main sail reduced into the mast as we still did seven knots across the big rolling waves. We were considering going back to Puerto Rico when the radio started screaming, “Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water. Mayday! Mayday!

#adult #adventure #alien #art #Caribbean #cruise #entity #erotic #hot #islands #potter #St. Croix #supernatural #wordpress #Banyan




Thursday, September 7, 2017

She was as unpredictable as a Hurricane. The Glow, by A.D.Banyan



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         This book contains erotic material and is for adults only.

Excerpt from the book.

I took several photos of the rest of our adventure. Somehow I was panicking that I was losing such a free-thinking lover. I had never been with anyone quite like her. We took photos of us together and images of me being happy. It would be hard to sell them to Riki as depressed.

Berlin was also slowing down. I suspected she would miss me too. She spent the first day along the Keys, lying in the sun and watching the bridges and mangrove trees pass from a distance. She slept with her head on my lap during the night watch, and I kept my hand on her thigh when I slept.
In the morning, she came to me at the helm and told me it was time for one last game.
“It’s called Not Yet! We can do anything we want to each other, and the other cannot deny any act you wish to impose. The only rule is that no one can climax until nine o’clock tonight.

 Unconditional. Higher restrictions!”

#Hurricane #Romance #Murder #Infidelity #Travel #Florida #Germany #Ukraine #Supernatural  #Kindle  #Love  #Islands  #Caribbean 

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Caribbean, Atlantic, Hurricane, causes sinking of small vessel. Saved by THE GLOW of a flare gun.



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 Erotic romance adventure with a touch of Sci-fi.

   We sailed back out to blue water and started the long trip back to the Keys. We sailed nonstop for days while the wind and seas were accommodating. On the third day, the skies stayed cloudy, and the wind speed increased. That evening it started raining… sideways!
   The visibility dropped to a couple hundred yards. I was glad I had the chart plotter and radar. We hunted for an island to hide out on for a while. I searched the charts, and we were in the middle of nowhere. We were northwest of Puerto Rico and northeast of the Dominican Republic. From the depth meter reading of fourteen thousand feet, I confirmed we were over the Maimon Basin. We were getting tired, and it was too rough to sleep on night watch changes. The whitecaps were splashing across the deck. The water was cold, and we broke out our heavy weather gear.
   I already had the main sail reduced into the mast as we still did seven knots across the big rolling waves. We were considering going back to Puerto Rico when the radio started screaming, “Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water. Mayday! Mayday!”
#Romance, #Hurricane, #Atlantic, #Caribbean, #Bahamas, #Erotica, #Banyan, #Art,

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Read this new book on your winter vacation! Amaretto with Coffee!

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 Amaretto with Coffee,   by A. D. Banyan
Pg 54
“Let’s hear it! What’s your plan?” She ordered.
“If you started a shop in America . . . you could sell your
inventory for a lot more money. The exchange rate alone will
make a big difference in itself. Let him produce your own clothing
line, and you could even design it yourself.”
“Oh yeah, you got it all worked out . . . don’t you?” Her temper
was increasing. She opened the door and stepped out into the
stopped traffic. She put her hands on the roof and leaned over looking into the
car at me. Her hemline crept up as she bent over and the men in
the car behind us were not complaining.
“YOU! You think you can get Lisa all set up and self-supporting,
and then you don’t have to feel guilty as you blow her
off and run back to America!” Her anger was reaching its peak.
“LISA! It’s not like that!” I injected.
“Oh yeah! Send her home to take care of momma! Dump
her back in her own country and you’re done with her. You had a
few good months fucking the Costa Rican girl and got you a new
sailboat . . . Oh Yeah . . . time to move on now!”
Lisa had always felt . . . third world . . . . and I always had to
be careful about things I said. She felt that I talked to her in a
condescending manner when I was angry. She had no idea how
much I envied and respected her.
I jumped out of the car and walked behind it smiling at the
guys in the next car as I shook my head. I spun Lisa around and
pushed her against the car. I put my face about 12" from hers.
“STOP THIS! If you would just shut up and listen to me, you
would see that there is a bigger picture involved here! I have no
intention of leaving you here in Costa Rica. I want to help you
get your business started and then we can sail all over the world
getting new ideas for fashion as we go. You can email your designs
back to Costa Rica and we just keep on going. We can travel, I can
write my next book, and we can live happily ever after! GET IT?”
“Ever after?” as she calmed down. Her facial expressions changed
from anger to affection.
“If you’d just controlled your temper I would have told you all
of this!” I said.
“Ever after?” She repeated
      HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! Saved by the
horns!
She started laughing as she noticed that the traffic was
moving again. She kissed me very fast and jumped back into
the car. I ran around the back and the guys in the car behind us
clapped for me. I jumped into the car, as my door slammed and
the tires squealed.
Pg 110
The contractions were increasing before I got the paperwork
filled out, and they took me right to her and asked if I was the
coach. We had practiced that, so I said, “Yes!” and started doing my thing.
This was my first . . . delivery. I didn’t let it show . . . . but I
was nervous. I had several, three second, flashbacks of things that I
had told my friends over the years.
     “Oh hell no! I don’t want kids. I love my life style”
“Married . . . . Oh hell no! Do you expect me to keep sleeping
with the SAME woman? I would go insane! Do I look like a
mini-van Daddy to you? Ha . . . Ha!”
“KIDS! Oh hell no! I’d have to sell my sailboat! You KNOW,
that’s not going to happen.”
An hour later  . . . or maybe three hours later . . . I was
introduced to;
Daniel Michael Bradford . . .The future heir to my throne!

 Pg 119
I reached into the bathtub water and raised her head. I drug
her wet body onto the ceramic tile floor as water ran out into the
bedroom. I tried CPR until I almost passed out.
“BREATHE DAM IT! BREATHE!”
I finally gave up and cried on her stomach. I stood and looked at her, as
she lie pale and wet in my favorite black nighty. She must have
been planning a big night for me before she flew back to Costa Rica.
“911 . . . What is your emergency?”
Pg 149
“I want another baby.” She said from nowhere.
I pulled out and rolled over onto my back as she put her head
on my shoulder.
“Aren't we getting a little ahead of things?” I said as my
erection deflated.
“Maybe . . . . but I do! Sooner or later you are going to figure
out that you have always loved me, and I have always loved you.
We have each taken the long way around getting here . . . but
here we are! We already have a son together, and I am perfectly
willing to raise Lisa’s son as my own. I think momma likes you
better than me now, so what is keeping us from making all of
this . . . real?” She asks with a serious look.
There was a long silence in the cabin as both of us faced each
other on our sides with our elbows in the mattress, and our heads
propped up on our hands. I stared into Loren’s big brown eyes for
a long time, as she did not even blink. I squinted my eyes at her and
slowly flashed her a full smile.
“I can’t think of a damn thing!”

Pg 155
“Monelle said he thought you might be interested in this one.”
as he laid the specs to the Celestial in front of us.
“Nice lines!” but the cabin layout isn’t going to get it!” I said.
“A few things have changed since I bought my last boat
from James! I have two small boys and a third one on the way.” I
smiled at Loren.
“Well Captain . . . congratulations . . . Are you working on
getting your own crew?” He chuckled.
“Actually my oldest one helped sail on the way up here. He’s
only six!” I caught myself bragging like the fathers I used to scoff at.
Pg 162
She looked radiant as she walked down the aisle and they had
buried the evidence of Darius beneath several silk ribbons. She
looked absolutely beautiful with her long black hair falling across
her shoulders.
I faced her from the platform, as our eye contact
never broke until I took her hand and she stood beside me.
The preacher read from the Bible and I thought about how
complete my life was now. As soon as we’re legal and recorded
then all of my past, present, and future becomes one, and forgiven.
I looked past the Bible that the preacher was holding and was
staring at Loren’s legs that showed between the split in the front
of her gown. I visualized her white thigh high nylons and that she
was probably not wearing panties.
“Daddy . . . DADDY!”  David pushed her ring against my
forearm and snapped me back to reality.
“I do!” I said, as Loren smiled, blushed, and shook her head
at me. She knew exactly what I was thinking!
“And Loren, do you take Jonah . . . death do you part?”
“She flashed me a sexy smile and looked me in the eyes . . .
paused for paybacks . . . I do!”

Sunday, January 5, 2014

He's a... FATHER! read! Amaretto with Coffee, by ADBanyan, Romance, Murder, Sailing, Florida, Costa Rica,

New Book......... Amaretto with Coffee


   An hour later . . . . or maybe three hours later . . . . I was introduced to;
Daniel Michael Bradford . . .The future heir to my throne!

Amaretto with Coffee,   by A. D. Banyan
Latest Article from "Costa Rica Star"
      Amaretto with Coffee,  is a very active, multi-cultural story, about a writer that saves a Costa Rican woman from a ships captain. A privateer working in human trafficking. They fall in love and return to Costa Rica . They steal the money from the ships captain and build a fashion empire in the United States. The book takes several dramatic changes of direction and even loses a main character prior the ship captain being extinguished. A new romance is formed and Jonah’s broken family is strangely united. This is a book of family, and happy endings, that was paid for with endurance and sacrifice.  There are several distinctive characters in Amaretto that you will never forget. ADBanyan

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Excerpt from Amaretto with Coffee
Pg. 54.
    “Let’s hear it! What’s your plan?” She ordered.
     “If you started a shop in America  . . you could sell your inventory for a lot more money. The exchange rate alone will make a big difference in itself. Let him produce your own clothing line, and you could even design it yourself.”

    “Oh yeah, you got it all worked out . . . don’t you?” Her temper was increasing. She opened the door and stepped out into the stopped traffic. She put her hands on the roof and leaned over looking into the car at me. Her hemline crept up as she bent over and the men in the car behind us were not complaining.
    “YOU! You think you can get Lisa all set up and self-supporting, and then you don’t have to feel guilty as you blow her off and run back to America!” Her anger was reaching its peak.

    “LISA! It’s not like that!” I injected.
    “Oh yeah! Send her home to take care of momma! Dump her back in her own country and you’re done with her. You had a few good months fuc*!ng the Costa Rican girl and got you a new sailboat! . . . Oh Yeah . . . time to move on now!”

    Lisa had always felt . . . third world . . . . and I always had to be careful about things I said. She felt that I talked to her in a condescending manner when I was angry. She had no idea how much I envied and respected her. I jumped out of the car and walked behind it smiling at the guys in the next car as I shook my head. I spun Lisa around and pushed her against the car. I put my face about 12" from hers.

    “STOP! If you would just shut up and listen to me, you would see that there is a bigger picture involved here! I have no intention of leaving you here in Costa Rica. I want to help you get your business started and then we can sail all over the world getting new ideas for fashion as we go. You can email your designs back to Costa Rica and we just keep on going. We can travel, I can write my next book, and we can live happily ever after! GET IT?”
    “Ever after?” as she calmed down.

    Her facial expressions changed from anger to affection. “If you’d just controlled your temper I would have told you all of this!” I said.
   “Ever after?” She repeated

     HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK! Saved by the horns!
She started laughing as she noticed that the traffic was moving again. She kissed me very fast and jumped back into the car. I ran around the back and the guys in the car behind us clapped for me. I jumped into the car, as my door slammed and the tires squealed.

Pg. 110
      The contractions were increasing before I got the paperwork filled out, and they took me right to her and asked if I was the coach. We had practiced that, so I said, “Yes!” and started doing my thing.
This was my first . . . delivery. I didn’t let it show . . . . but I was nervous. I had several, three-second, flashbacks of things that I had told my friends over the years.

    “Oh hell no! I don’t want kids. I love my life style”
    “Married . . . . Oh hell no! Do you expect me to keep sleeping with the SAME woman?
     I would go insane! Do I look like a mini-van Daddy to you? Ha . . . Ha!”
     “KIDS! Oh hell no! I’d have to sell my sailboat! You KNOW, that’s not going to happen.”

     An hour later . . . . or maybe three hours later . . . . I was introduced to;
Daniel Michael Bradford . . .The future heir to my throne!