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Showing posts with label Carribean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carribean. Show all posts
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Just released by A.D.Banyan
SUMMARY
Amaretto with Coffee is about a writer that saves a Costa Rican woman from a ship's captain, a privateer working in human trafficking. He falls in love and returns to Costa Rica where he meets Momma Saborio and Loren, Lisa's twin sister. Lisa had stolen money from the ship's captain and proceeded to build a fashion empire in the United States.
The book takes several dramatic changes of direction and even loses a main character prior to the ship captain being extinguished by a special forces friend from Jonah's past.
A new romance is formed, and Jonah's broken family is strangely united. This is a book of family and happy endings, paid for with endurance and sacrifice. There are several distinctive characters in Amaretto that you will never forget!
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Excerpt from Amaretto with Coffee
Page 129
At sunrise Daniel and I were airborne to Costa Rica. I carried my disposable phone and my regular phone, in my laptop case. It was on my left shoulder, and the baby stuff in a bag on the other shoulder, with Daniel in my arms. We hit the tarmac in Limon by 3am and I called Loren on my regular phone to pick us up.
She was confused, and wanted to know where Lisa was. I convinced her to wait until we get to the house and put Daniel to bed.
Daniel went right to sleep, and we all sat at the kitchen table as I told the story. The crying was intense as I told them that I need them to be strong. Loren was immediately in, because this man that I wanted to erase was the same man that kidnapped and beat her years ago. Momma was a bit reserved, but agreed when she realized that Lisa had been kidnapped, and raped when she was young and then years later murdered by this man. I flipped open my laptop and hooked it into Loren’s Router. We clicked onto the live camera and the Uncle Tom appeared in Real Time on my screen. I laid the disposable phone on the table and explained that this will ignite that! as I pointed to the freighter.
“We just want him! So we have to wait until he goes to bed” I explained.
“I have a man working for me as we speak. When the phone rings and stops, we are ready to go. So for now we just wait.” I walked into the living room as Momma and Loren stared at the screen.
When the phone rang… RRRRING….. RRRRING… and then stopped, I knew Michigan was on the plane and everything was ready.
The screen showed it getting dark in Florida, and I couldn’t call the other phone until Captain Raymond goes to bed. We watched the monitor as we saw people leaving the boat and the Captain turning off the lights. He stayed in his room until late watching TV and finally got up and went into the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
We all looked at each other and I started dialing the number on my key pad. I hesitated at the last number and waited………. as I looked into their eyes.
“What’s the last number?” asked Loren.
“Seven”
She reached across the table and pushed 7.
Nothing happened for a few minutes and as I started to get worried, his cabin glowed like the sun from inside it. The camera went to static as it couldn’t handle the intense light. We stared at the computer screen as it finally came back on, to show the center of the metal roof melted into a hole above Raymond’s Cabin. As the intense light faded to flickering flames, the entire ship exploded and the flames danced on the water as the surrounding boats moved away to a safe distance.
#Wedding #Romance #Murder #Fashion #Travel #Florida #Caribbean #Family #Costa Rica #Tico
Monday, January 14, 2013
Have you ever met someone that with a look from across the room, or a gentle touch as they passed, could send you into a dark hallway in search of satisfaction? Jackson Curtis discovered such a person when he met Jade Southers. Together they were a force of nature that could not be stopped..............until they were.
“ALONE will touch a part of everyone’s life." Aryn Smith, Ohio
"You feel the adrenalin and adventure of being out on the open ocean, the passion of true love, and the emptiness of being alone. The book is constantly changing and full of surprises." Jennifer Reed, Georgia
"My husband loved the effect it had on me!" Terri, St. Croix USVI
Saturday, December 22, 2012
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PAGE 44 Jackson Curtis returns to their Teak Ranch in Mexico,
to tragedy.
“Before you go home,
walk over to the city building and see
Marlin, he’s an expat too, and he will fix you up with a contractor’s
license.”
We drove up to the
job site to choose my lots. I had to put
$10,000 down as a deposit, and I chose three lots on the east side
that all had ocean views.
He wrote me a
certificate on each one.
“Now we wait!” he
said.
I was excited as the
builder rush ran through my body again. I
jumped in the yellow VW bug and headed home to tell Jade the good news.
I was ten minutes from home as a speeding black van with dark
tinted windows almost ran me off the road.
“Fuck you!” As I
extended my finger over the rag top and kept
it extended until they vanished from my mirror.
Smoke rolled across
the road as I got home. Everyone was in the
trees, and Jesus was spraying water on the trees, trying to keep the
fire from spreading. I jumped from the VW and ran to Jesus.
“Where is Jade? WHERE
IS JADE?” as I ran toward the house.
Sol screamed at me, “Jackson!” as the heat knocked me backward,
and I crawled from the flames.
“Jade! . . . Jade!”
Sol and Carlos
grabbed me and dragged me into the trees and
squirted water on my smoldering shirt.
“Jackson! Jade was
in the house. I don’t know what happened. I
heard an explosion, and by the time I ran over here, it was completely
engulfed. I have never seen anything burn so fast.”
“Jade!” as I dropped
to the ground in tears.
The fire burned for
two days as we all worked to keep it from
spreading. I kept looking into the flames like I expected her to walk
out at any moment. I went out to the boat and went below. I could
still smell Jade’s smell on the sheets. I cried myself to sleep. The
next
day, I poked through the ashes and debris. I found nothing. Even
the metal beams were melted and warped. I drank all day as I stared
at the . . . house.
“Jackson! . . .
Jackson!” I heard Sol’s voice.
“Wake up!” as he pulled
my face out of the sand.
“You have company.”
And I looked at a man holding his hand
out toward me. He pulled me up off the ground.
“We need to put this
to rest,” he said consolingly. “I am the
minister at Sol’s church. I am also a bulldozer operator. We need to
bury this memory so you can continue your life.”
He hugged me as the
tears ran down my cheeks.
I looked at the
dozer that his son was getting off the trailer, and
I shook my head in agreement.
As I stood against a
mahogany tree and watched, he dug a
hole about the size of a box truck. He pushed the entire remains
of my home into the hole, and his son poured diesel fuel over the
debris in the pit. He handed me a paper, lit it, and walked away.
I threw the flame into the pit and watched the flames devour the
remaining parts of my life. It burned overnight, and he came back
in the morning and pushed the sand over the ashes and regraded the
property. It looked like it was never there, as he loaded the dozer
back
on the trailer and left. I lay down on the fresh sand, feeling Jade’s
presence with the earth. I have never felt so alone!
PAGE 41 Days before Jade and Jackson visited Nautia Mexico. ..... prior to the fire.
We
had supper ashore in a little open air café. We sat at our table until about
8:00 and they wanted to close.
“I guess there isn’t any night life here.”
I said as I laid the tip on the table.
We had a long walk back to the dock and
the streets were fairly dark. We kept our voices down to not disturb the
families that we walked by. They had nothing in their windows but a bed sheet.
No glass… no screens!
It started raining lightly and we walked
faster trying not to get Jade’s pretty new cotton dress wet. It became
torrential and we ran for the Farmers Market shelter close ahead. We stood out
of the rain against the old warped plywood tables. Jade melted into my arms,
and I felt her hardening nipples pressing firmly through my wet t-shirt. I
reached down and put my hands on her hips and slid her dress up until her
panties were exposed. She tilted her head and looked up at me as she slid her
panties off and laid them on the table. She unsnapped my shorts and they fell
to the wet pavement under me. I turned her around and pulled her back against
my chest as my ........... rose between her legs. I fondled her breasts as she
tilted her head back and kissed me. I pushed her forward onto the table and
stroked her passionately as the torrential rain pounded on the tin roof above
us.
“AAaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! AAAAAHHHhhhhhh!!!!
KaBOOM!!! As a lightning bolt hit a transformer not 100’ away. Sparks flew all
over the streets.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”!As we
continued with the added excitement of being in the center of town. The rain
drowned out our voices, and the sparks made giant shadow characters of our
naked bodies on the building behind us. I felt the cool water run against my
bare feet. An electrical shock shot up my legs and into Jade!
AAhh!! Ahhh!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!! As we yelled
in ecstasy like we never had before.
She
flexed tight on my .......... as both of our bodies experienced high voltage
sensations running through them. We both jerked and constricted like we were
having seizures as we climaxed together. Even when we both regained control we
still had aftershocks that were so extreme we both just laughed and giggled in
amazement.
The rain slowed down a bit and we ran
laughing through the rivers in the streets as I twirled her wet panties on my
finger. We stopped under a porch a few blocks away and looked back at the
sparks from the transformer.
“That was close! I could feel the
electricity!” as we continued running down the street laughing.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
~~~~~~~~~~~~~SAILORS~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes it rains, or the wind becomes calm.
Don't fail to provision for reading material.
Romantic love story written by a sailor!
Read excerpt at adbanyan.wordpress.com
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
As I stood against a mahogany
tree and watched, he dug a
hole, with his dozer, about the size of a box
truck. He pushed the entire remains
of my home into the hole, and his
son poured diesel fuel over the
debris in the pit. He handed me a
paper, lit it, and walked away.
I threw the fire into the pit
and watched the flames devour the
remaining parts of my life. It
burned overnight and he came back
in the morning, pushed the
sand over the ashes, and regraded the
property. It looked like it was
never there, as he loaded the dozer back
on the trailer and left. I lay
down on the fresh sand, feeling Jade’s
presence with the earth. I have never felt so alone!
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