Our
family took a trip a few years ago to Oahu, Hawaii. We stayed on the Northshore
in a tiny little beach house right on Kamehameha
highway. We stayed for 11 days and basically lived like locals. We didn’t spend
as much time in the water as we would have liked because some of the days the
tide was high and there were jellyfish in the water! Our favorite beach was
Sunset beach because the sand was soft and golden, and I enjoyed watching the
surfers. We picked Oahu because there was a lot to do for the kids.
We spent a day at Waimea Falls, eating lunch in the
company of rare birds, before making the 3.5 mile beautiful hike up to the
falls. My son’s friend was taking pictures under the fall and dropped her
phone, and seeing how it’s 45 feet deep, we said bye-bye to her phone and all
of her photos.
We also visited the Dole Pineapple Plantation. When
we went through the maze we decided to have a
code if we got split up. If one of us says Marco, the other would yell Polo
until we found each other. That didn’t work out so well because every family in
the maze joined in.
A highlight was our visit to Turtle Bay. The shape
of the bay prevents large marine predators from getting inside, so the
humungous sea turtles live long glorious lives and even come and sun on the
beach, but people can only look and take pictures. No touching allowed. It was
on or drive to turtle beach that youngest son and I saw a unicorn! No one
believes us, but we both caught the brief glimpse and said at the same time
“Did you see that unicorn!”
Another funny moment from my younger son was one of
our first days on the island. We were sitting at a picnic table surrounded by
food trucks. There were chickens everywhere. I’m thinking they might be the
state bird. One of them walked up to our son and he decided to feed it. Then he
panicked and shouted. “I just fed chicken to a chicken!” It was hilarious, but
we did feel bad for the chicken.
Oh and the food trucks and fresh fruit on the side
of the road are everything! Our best day as adults was when my husband and I left
the kids at the house. Don’t worry, our oldest was and his friend were both 16
and our youngest 13. We snuck off and found a food truck that was featured on
the travel channel cause we were tired of spending money on all five of us to eat
out, when we stocked the fridge the day we arrived. We sat outside and devoured
everything and even when the clouds opened up and it began to pour we didn’t
budge.
Our trip ended with a tropical storm so bad we
thought our little beach house on stilts was going to blow away. When we woke
the next morning the flooding was so bad that we almost missed our flight home
because we couldn’t get into the rental car.
The trip was filled with amazing sights, we were dog
tired from trying to see everything. The next time we go to Hawaii we are going
to do it resort style, because keeping up a house, no matter how small, was rough.
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| The sea turtle on Turtle Bay |
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| A gorgeous park setting on the hike to the falls |
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| The kids body surfing, yes we made them wear life jackets! |
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| A sunset on Sunset Beach |
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| My son and me on the way to the falls |
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| Our little beach house on stilts |
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Title: Dominic
Series
and Book #: Book 6 in the Seven Chamber Series
Author/pen
name: D.W. Marshall
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Saga
Publisher: Wicked Moon Penning
Date of Publication: July 2017
ASIN: B073YD6P46
ISBN:
Number of pages: 177
Word Count: 50438
Blurb:
A life of darkness. That’s
all Dominic has left after enduring an unimaginable tragedy. Without the
capacity to feel love or empathy, he turns to life as an assassin. When Mason
Wilde appears seemingly out of nowhere and offers him a job at a lavish estate,
Dominic jumps at the opportunity, if only to hold on to what little humanity he
has left.
Heading up the security staff at The Chamber is certainly an easier career path, once he gets past the fact that each year a group of women is kidnapped to pleasure rich and powerful men. Dominic struggles with the morality of his new vocation, but he knows the women would be in the same circumstances regardless. At least he is a protector, not a killer.
Then her face flashes across a surveillance monitor and everything changes. Vivian Marie Travis. A raven-haired beauty who heals his heart immediately. She’s been selected for the next Chamber, but the thought of her suffering in any way incites emotions in Dominic that he never thought he’d feel again.
His instincts tell him to try and save Vivian, but he is a stranger to her. Even worse, when she realizes his association with The Chamber, how will she not think of him as a monster? There is no way she could ever fall for him—he has nothing good to offer her. The strangest part is, Dominic wants to try.
Dominic is the first of The Men of The Chamber Series from D.W. Marshall, author of The Seven Chambers contemporary new adult romance novels, and a retelling of Stolen Flame from the guy's point of view. For a richer reading experience, consider reading Stolen Flame before Dominic.
Heading up the security staff at The Chamber is certainly an easier career path, once he gets past the fact that each year a group of women is kidnapped to pleasure rich and powerful men. Dominic struggles with the morality of his new vocation, but he knows the women would be in the same circumstances regardless. At least he is a protector, not a killer.
Then her face flashes across a surveillance monitor and everything changes. Vivian Marie Travis. A raven-haired beauty who heals his heart immediately. She’s been selected for the next Chamber, but the thought of her suffering in any way incites emotions in Dominic that he never thought he’d feel again.
His instincts tell him to try and save Vivian, but he is a stranger to her. Even worse, when she realizes his association with The Chamber, how will she not think of him as a monster? There is no way she could ever fall for him—he has nothing good to offer her. The strangest part is, Dominic wants to try.
Dominic is the first of The Men of The Chamber Series from D.W. Marshall, author of The Seven Chambers contemporary new adult romance novels, and a retelling of Stolen Flame from the guy's point of view. For a richer reading experience, consider reading Stolen Flame before Dominic.
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Excerpt:
That
year the graduation ceremony was being held at the Polynesian Cultural Center.
When Dallas Luke’s name was announced, I clapped and cheered the loudest,
because I was clapping and cheering for Ma too. It was the one and only day
since I was sixteen that I allowed myself to smile.
Of all the places to make Mason’s
acquaintance, it was in the bathroom.
“Hello. Are you by chance Dominic
Luke?” he asks me when we’re washing our hands at the sink.
I don’t say a word to him.
Instead I assess him. Just under six feet, strong, but not bulky. Dark hair,
white skin, dark piercing blue gaze. I can take him out without thought, and
since he knows me and I don’t know who the fuck he is, I see the cold bathroom
floor in his immediate future. “Who the fuck is asking?”
I’m not the same person I was
when I was a teen. I grew an additional three inches to a full six-three, and a
well-muscled two hundred and forty pounds of lethal don’t fuck with me.
“I’m not here to cause you any
trouble. I am here to offer you a job. One in security, high paying, and no
killing,” he says, handing me a business card.
I don’t take my eyes off him to
take the card. Never take your eyes off someone you may need to beat the shit
out of. Instead I stuff it into my back pocket. I grab a couple paper towels,
continuing to assess him. One thing I notice is his confidence as he too is
maintaining eye contact.
“You would be in charge of my
entire security team. The job starts immediately, pays four million per year,
and requires travel and complete discretion. Call me by tonight if you are
interested.”
And he was gone.
Hmph.
That was some weird shit. Random intense dude follows me into the bathroom to
offer me a job.
I meet up with my family for
dinner. I am quiet as usual. Listening to my family chatter about this and
that. We were always a chatty bunch. Animated mother and father equals animated
kids. Thankfully, my sisters haven’t lost their sparkle. Unfortunately, mine is
forever gone. My sister is going out with her friends after dinner. My dad and
other sister Dacia were headed home. I give them all hugs, promise to visit
soon and make my way to my hotel. I’m sure my old room is an option for me, but
I am not ready for more of a reunion than this. I come from shiny happy people,
and I am dull and depressed. Spending any more time trying to stuff a square
peg into a round hole would only lead to problems.
Author bio:
D.W.
Marshall an author of an eclectic array of romance novels writes direct and
distinctive dialogue wrapped in strong characters. D.W. lives in Las Vegas with
her husband and teenage sons. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, watching
movies, or indulging in her long time obsession with the television show The Flash.
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