Dread Empress Of All The Ocean: Inklet, #77

By Liana Brooks

Vivid blue skies. White sand. Emerald green water turned dark by sea grass: the perfect family holiday destination.

Except for the two stunningly handsome men drawing curious glances under the bridge, threatening the safety of her family.

She told them no before; this time, she must make them believe it.

A delightfully twisty story inspired by fractured fairy tales and the need for self-determination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Mar 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201393847

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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Dread Empress Of All The Oceans

INKLET #77

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

DREAD EMPRESS OF ALL THE OCEANS

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Honey. My husband caught my eye and nodded behind me as the 6-year-old twins we were trying to corral squealed with delight.

I turned, pausing in my duties as Applier Of The Sunscreen to look for what had brought my husband on high alert. It was a beach between the Gulf of Mexico and Choctawhatchee Bay, anchored and shaded by the causeway overhead. The Emerald Coast Parkway ran the length of the Florida panhandle, from Fort Walton Beach to the bend of Apalachee Bay. It was the land of tourists, trinket shops, and our family’s favorite destination for escaping the oppressive summer heat of Lower Alabama.

Vivid blue skies. White sand. Emerald green water turned dark by sea grass and sparkling with tiny silver fish.

The sign said Redneck Beach and I said it was the closest I’d get to saltwater while my children were young.

If anyone asked, I said I was terrified of riptides. But what really scared me was the two stunningly handsome men drawing curious glances under the failing shade of the bridge. It was only nine; in an hour the sun would be too high to give the parking lot on the south of the bridge any shade. I should have checked the time.

The tide must be coming in.

Just go talk to them, my husband said.