Happy Autumn by @JoanReeves #mgtab #KissThrill

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Happy Autumn! It’s the first day of Fall!

I guess it may look like autumn in many parts of the country, but not here on the Texas coast. We’re still in summer and probably will be for another month before the cool down starts. Our first blue norther will probably blow in around Thanksgiving.

Contrary to popular belief, we do have trees that change colors. This photo is one I took last year that shows the beautiful foliage in my neighborhood. Our changing leaves are most frequently seen on crape myrtles, sweet gum trees, and tallow trees. Although the photo shows only one tree, there will be a few more trees with autumn leaves scattered amidst the massive live oaks that grow here.

Fall Means Winter’s Coming

Now that Fall has, uh, fallen, cold weather will be coming. Many of you will be turning on furnaces and putting away the garden hoses much sooner than we will. Now is a good time to go through a seasonal checklist because there’s more to getting ready for winter than putting away a garden hose and turning on a furnace.

Take Care of Your Home: 9 Things to Do Now

Take care of your home so it doesn’t end up looking like the one at right!

1. Service your furnace and change the filters in the air returns. If you don’t have an annual inspection plan, now is a good time to get one with a reputable heating/cooling company. They usually do a fall and spring check and do it more thoroughly than you can. Ask your neighbors for recommendations because this really is a good thing to pay for.

2. Drain garden hoses. Coil them up, secure with extra long cable ties or twist ties, and store in the garage or a shed until the spring thaw. They will last a lot longer if you do this even in moderate climates like Texas.

3. Clean all gutters and downspouts. Even better, hire someone to do this. This is a dreaded job. Far easier to pay someone a few bucks than to tackle it yourself. In fact, pay someone to put gutter guards on them. We just had that done.

4. Winterize, clean, and store your lawn mower. Winterize usually means draining oil and gas if needed. Wash the underside and remove built up grass “scum.”

5. Check all doors and window seals for cracks in the caulking or in the frame itself. Caulk and weatherize as necessary. This costs little but can save you a lot of money in heating and cooling.

6. Visually inspect your roof. Actually, see if you can take a good set of photos so you can compare the roof aging from one year to the next. (Good reason to buy a drone, right?) If you see any suspiciously dark spots or cracked shingles, call a roofing company. Squirrels

can do a lot of damage to a roof so if you have a lot of squirrels in the area–like we do–check your roof every month.

7. Check out the way your lot drains. Has anything overgrown its spot in your landscaping and now keeps rain from draining away from your house? Rain water should always drain easily away from your house not flow back to it.

8. If you have a chimney, inspect it. Clean out the fireplace if you didn’t do it at the end of the last cold weather. If you burn a lot of “dirty” woods like pine, etc., get a chimney sweep to clean the inside of the chimney. Always check the chimney cap. (That drone would really come in handy!) We found out during Hurricane Harvey that our chimney cap was cracked. It cost us $1,200.00 to repair the cap and the interior damage from a leaking fireplace. Far cheaper and easier to handle small repairs than to let it go and end up replacing the entire roof.

9. Trim overgrown shrubbery and trees away from the roof and exterior of your home. Tree branches scraping against a roof can prematurely age the roof. Clean up all debris. Where home maintenance is concerned, procrastination is disastrous and expensive. Inspect at the beginning of fall and spring. These few things, if done now, might save you thousands of dollars.

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Writing is only part of an author’s job

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As you can see from the pretties below, there is more involved in producing a novel than just creating a Word document and having an editor track down stray quote marks and make a few suggestions.

You have to have an intriguing cover. That means finding the right photo to start with. Not as easy as it sounds, but not a bad way to lose an hour or two, looking over tight abs and fuzzy faces. I found this guy and gal then wrote the story from the image. If you’ve read any of my books, you know that many of the same folks are in several of the stories. That’s what happens with a saga. Luke is totally new to the Fairies Saga scene, but you may remember his co-worker, Benji (The Great Big Fairy). He plays a big part in Luke The Unexpected, although he’s not the hero.

If the author hasn’t already done so, she might want to align her works with those who write in the same genre. It’s hard to launch a single title, but if an author chooses well, she may get in a box set with an author who has a passionate and loyal following. After her readers have devoured her work, they may pop over to your story (since it’s in the set and already downloaded). Hope! Hope!

Whether the novel is a single title or in a set, promotions are a necessity and that means creating enticing cards or memes. And then there’s tweeting and posting to Facebook groups and sending out newsletters, updating website(s)… Hours every day are spent on these unless you have a PA who can read your mind and knows exactly what you want.

I remember when I first started writing. That’s all I did. Write. I had three books (two of them rather lengthy) before I published one. I didn’t know the second thing about promoting (the first was a web page; I knew that). Now, I spend more time either promoting OR learning the latest tools needed to promote. And if there’s a shortcut, I’m on it!

 

That being said, I borrowed and modified Jacquie Biggar’s blog about our box set. Thanks for the platform, Jacquie! I’ll be there when you need me, too. (Follow her at @JacqBiggar)

Sweet Heat – Where Romance and Suspense Meet (box set of six romances)

And my contribution is… Luke The Unexpected

He’d to anything to get this hot motorcycle mama’s attention ~ (scroll to the bottom for an excerpt, but read about the other books in the set, too!)

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~ Roll the Dice by Mimi Barbour How can she love the guy who shoots her rather than the criminal? This powerful romantic suspense about two detectives with differing agendas, yet after the same rapist, will grab your attention and keep you riveted.

~ Two Hearts Surrendered by Tamara Ferguson After years of fighting their feelings, Luke Bryant and Kelly Callahan share an enchanting night of passion at her sister’s magical wedding. So when Luke returns home from Iraq as a disheartened wounded warrior, Kelly refuses to give up on him. But will that past night of enchantment be strong enough magic for a military hero to finally surrender his heart to the woman he loves?

~ Slow Dancing by Suzanne Jenkins After a wrong turn in Mobile, Margaret Fisher and her toddler, Ellen are lost. Then, their car breaks down in a small town in front of the garage owned by eligible bachelor, Frank McPherson. Twelve years later, the peaceful life fifteen-year old Ellen has with her stepfather is threatened when after midnight, a stranger appears at the edge of the woods. Jealousy, intrigue, and murder strive to tear them apart in this tale of unrequited love.

~ Luke, the Unexpected by Dani Haviland Brought together by their love of vintage motorcycles, Luke and Holly have more than just an out of tune Indian Chief to deal with. The spurned Tanya wants revenge, and will stop at nothing to hurt Luke and all those he cares about.

 ~ Missing: The Lady Said No by Jacquie Biggar The Race is on to find a Killer in the heart of Kentucky horse country Detective Augustus Grant is faced with his most baffling case to date. Well-respected race horse breeder, John Jorgenson, is murdered in his den days before the Kentucky Derby and the list of suspects is growing. Complicating matters, Gus’ ex-girlfriend is the last person to have seen the victim alive. With all the evidence pointing in Becky’s direction, will Gus do his duty? Or follow his heart?

 ~ Turning Up the Heat by Susan Jean Ricci Malibu O’Hare and Mark Bouchard are headed towards matrimony, until an old adversary sabotages their plans with a devious scheme.  Will the sinister plots continue to succeed, or will love, commitment, and justice prevail?

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Excerpt from Luke The Unexpected by Dani Haviland   

The unexpected hero in threadbare jeans and a white tee shirt turned away, ignoring the oversized teenager with the bad attitude, and offered the sobbing girl his hand. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Who are you?” Tanya replied, wide-eyed at seeing anyone else on this deserted property. She had made sure she and Tubby would be alone. And, although she was new in this small town, she would have remembered seeing a man this good-looking and broad-shouldered— here or anywhere!

“Hey!” Robbie stepped over and wedged himself in between the blonde damsel in distress and her dark-haired knight.

Luke’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the cad, noted his unsteady stance, then gave him a well-placed hip bump, knocking him to the ground.

“That’s twice you’ve knocked me for a loop,” Robbie said. “You’re a marked man now, Asshole!”

“Marked? Nope.” Luke rolled up the short sleeves on his cotton tee shirt to the top of his shoulders, flexing his muscles slightly to antagonize the chunky man-child even more. “Not marked. No tats on me anywhere. At least, that are visible,” he added with a wink to the stunned femme. “And you got my name wrong, too. It’s Luke. It’s a simple mono-syllabic moniker. It should be easy for you to remember.”

“You won’t be around long enough for…”

Luke had turned his attention back to the young, stunned woman, once again deliberately ignoring the boor.

All bullies were alike. They talked big, yelled loud, pushed and shoved those smaller than themselves, and somehow—without any specialized schooling—managed to excel in the science of intimidation.

“Hey, I’m talking to you…” Robbie tried again to get the newcomer’s attention, this time gripping Luke’s shoulder from behind.

Luke grabbed the grimy paw, squeezed fingers together until he heard a whimper, then spun away, twisting the sweaty arm up and behind the youth until he looked as if he had a duck wing, not an arm.

“Hmm. I’ll bet this is your favorite position. At least, for your victims. I’d call you by your given name, but I really don’t care enough about you to ask for it. And, since I believe you were planning on visiting some distant relative in a neighboring town — or better yet, a distant state — I’ll not bother. Now, the lady and I were just getting acquainted, so skedaddle and take your broken knife with you.”

Luke held out the knife he had surreptitiously filched during the arm-twisting do-si-do.

“But it’s not broke,” Robbie said, reaching for it.

“Well, I’ll be.” Luke flicked opened the switchblade, dropped it to the ground, then used his boot to nudge it on top of a half-buried stone. He stomped down with his size 13 Wellington, separating the six-inch blade from its plastic faux-bone hilt.

“Oh, and don’t even think about complaining to the cops or anyone else. That type of ‘shaving razor’ is illegal. I doubt you’d want to admit to any of your so-called friends that the new guy in town bested you, either.”

“But…but…”

“No, dude, it’s bye, bye. Can you repeat after me? Bye.” Luke paused and sucked in his lips in exaggeration, then exhaled as he enunciated, “Bye,” and walked away, the young blonde clinging to his arm.

(Was this the right girl for Luke? Download the box set and find out! Oh, and thanks if you do!)

 

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When Summer Love Turns Dark

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This has been one strange summer for me, and I have to admit, I let news and world events get the better of me. Of course, there was personal grief as my aunt got sick in June and passed in August, but adding hurricanes, Charlottesville, North Korea, and other bad news made me yearn for autumn and Back to School.

I started the summer working on a sweet romance, the next installment to my Have a Hart romance series, where every story has a pet or two, maybe a holiday, and of course lots of family and love.

After three months in this summer’s writing cave, what came out was disturbingly dark–arson, kidnapping, and attempted murder and a heroine who stole the hero’s dog! [gasp, that might be the worst crime ever for a romance heroine].

But there’s always new hope, and isn’t that what life is about? Held together by hope? That even in the worst of times, hope for better times keeps us going. So, I spent the last week ripping up the middle of my story, approximately 24 chapters and replacing them with hope inside the struggle to rebuild an utterly ruined past.

Every new day is a new chance to start afresh and I’m grateful for the opportunity of turning darkness into the light of hope. Perhaps that’s the greatest privilege an author can have.

If you’re interested in Summer Love Puppy, it’s on pre-order for 99c. My early readers are encouraging and some say it’s my best work, because it comes from the depths of my heart. In any case, it’s crazy and will keep you at the edge of your seat as my heroine races against a deranged killer to save that which is most precious to her.

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Hurricane Irma by Mona Risk

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For days we watched TV and prayed that Hurricane Irma would not come toward Florida. Twelve years ago, I survived Hurricane Wilma and watched the devastation it inflicted to South Florida and my building: broken windows, snatched shuttered, cars smacked on top of each other, uprooted trees. We were left without electricity and water for a week and spent a year repairing the damage.

The mandatory evacuation order annihilated our hope to avoid the hurricane path. Evacuating was a big hassle.

Not sure if we should leave–to go where?

The airports were crowded with stranded tourists trying to go home. The three airports within a two-hour distance responded with a “sold-out”. We couldn’t just take the car and drive north, and risk being stuck for hours on a cluttered highway.

In addition, I was dealing with a fractured kneecap and a big brace to wear 24/7 and had trouble riding in a car for hours. At first, we decided to stay and brace ourselves to cope with the hurricane.

We stocked on water and food, and filled the car with a full tank. Remembering that big buildings can shake under the impact of high winds, we removed frames from walls and delicate bibelots from shelves.

Not sure if we should stay here. We live on the beach–first line of defense.

I spent hours researching Google for “How safe are high rises during hurricanes?” High rises are built to sustain 185 mph wind. The safest place is the stairs, completely built in steel and concrete. The safest apartments are those on the 7th to 10 th floors. Floors higher that the 20 th are exposed to horrible wind. Floors lower than the 6th face the risk of flood and flying objects.

We live on the 22 th floor. Back to watching Irma’s news. The Governor of Florida urged us several times to leave: “We can replace your material possessions. We can’t replace lives.”…”If you live in a mandatory evacuation zone and don’t leave, you will be stuck on your own. No one can access your place. The bridges will be open and we won’t answer an emergency call.”

Enough to scare the heck out of us.

Our daughter insisted we should stay with her family. All our friends in high-rises on the beach were staying home, claiming that these buildings are 50 years old, quite sturdy and have survived their share of hurricanes in previous years. Praying for their safety and for Irma to get lost over the ocean.

On Friday morning, we drove to our daughter’s house, an hour away, northwest from our high-rise on the beach. It was good to be with family. Surprisingly I-95 had little traffic that morning. The calm before the tempest.

The house was all shuttered and we had electricity. We couldn’t see what was going on outside, but we could hear the noise, the wind, the rain. Strident alarms on my cell phone alerted us to the danger of tornadoes and raised panic in my heart. My grandchildren decided they needed a break from bad news and made us watch eight Harry Potter movies over three days.

And we survived Hurricane Irma.

On Monday morning, we welcomed the sun and nice breeze and opened the doors for a peek outside. Fallen branches in the driveway and yard. A few broken or uprooted trees. My son-in-law cleaned the driveway.

In our area the bridges were now accessible and the elevators of our building functioning. We returned home. At the entrance of our evacuated zone, police cars patrolled to protect us from looters and asked for ID to check that we lived in this area.

Our hurricane high impact windows resisted the strong wind. No leaks. I sent a thank you note to the man who did a great job on the installation ten years ago. Many of our neighbors had to cope with buckets of water leaking under the windows or from the sides.

We stayed without TV and Wi-Fi for three days. The Comcast box supplying the building was smashed during the hurricane.

All in all we are grateful we survived without damage. Others were less lucky in Miami, Fort Meyers and the Keys.

Thank you for your prayers and support.

A BRIDE FOR PRINCE PAUL                                                                                           

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Beach Tips and September at the Seashore Sale @DonnaFaz #99cents #mgtab

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Beach Tips and September By the Sea SaleSeptember at the Seashore can be a beautiful experience. The water is still warm enough for swimming and surfing. There is an end-of-summer silkiness to the salty breeze. The sunshine is glorious and golden. School is back in session and family vacations are over which means there is plenty of sand to spread out your blanket. Here are a few beach tips to help you breeze through your end of summer visit. And after you’ve read the beach tips, keep reading! You’ll learn about the September at the Seashore Sale!

  • Baby powder is amazing when it comes to removing sand. Just sprinkle some powder on your skin and the sand falls off.
  • Consider cutting out the suit linings of children’s bathing suits so that large accumulations of sand don’t create droopy drawers.
  • Mesh bags are perfect for storing sand toys. The mesh allows airflow which will dry the toys quickly, and sand will fall right through the mesh.
  • Bring along some leave-in hair conditioner and apply it when you get out of the ocean to prevent tangles as your hair dries.
  • Freeze the water in your water bottle. It will serve as an ice pack to keep your lunch cool, and when you need a drink, the water will be nice and cold.
  • Clean out last year’s sunscreen tubes and use them to hide valuables. Simply cut the flat end with scissors, wash, dry, then apply strips of Velcro to the inside and, ta-dah, the perfect hiding place.
  • Bring extra zip-close plastic bags to protect cell phones, e-readers, and other electronics. When you’re ready to go home, use the plastic bags to carry those seashell collections home.
  • Apply vinegar to sun-kissed skin (be careful not to get it into your eyes). Wait 15 minutes and then shower in cool water. The vinegar will balance the skin’s pH level and take out most of the sting. It also reduces blisters that lead to peeling. This beach tip really works!
  • Don’t bring expensive sunglasses to the beach! One big wave hits, and the glasses are gone forever. Instead, purchase cheap glasses that offer protection but won’t leave you sad if they’re lost at sea.

Now that you have the beach tips you need, go out there and have some fun!

Need a beach read for your September at the Seashore? Try THE WEDDING PLANNER’S SON, Book 6 of the Ocean City Boardwalk Series. Save $2 for a limited time when you buy this book for just 99¢. This is a limited time offer.

The Ocean City Boardwalk Series isn’t just fun in the sun—love is waiting on those sandy shores!

Tawny McNealy is a driven, high-achiever who fully expects to someday take over and run the family accounting firm. But when an attempt is made to use her as a pawn, Tawny flees to the only place she’s ever felt truly free and happy—the beach.

Jack Barclay spends his summer days creating romantic seaside weddings for lovers. His laid-back attitude has served him well over the years. He feels stressing out about work only causes a person to miss the best parts of life.

Jack and Tawny are as different as sea and sky, but the fascination they find in each other’s company can’t be denied. Can they withstand the crazy twists that fate tosses their way?

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Magic happens sometimes for an author… #mgtab

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On Sale for $0.99 now!! Regular Price $3.99 

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This book has been a revelation to me. In fact, the whole series has worked its spell. I’m writing the fourth and final book for the series now called Sweet Endings and I’ll admit that it’s been bursts of magic mixed in with a hell of a lot of hard work.

Every once in a while, an author begins a new story, and as soon as it starts, the character takes over. This happened to me. I pictured this girl in my mind, a librarian whose personality had to be that of a shy, scared, insecure miss who did nothing when she watches some mob members kill her twin.

After that incident, she changes into a person who feels such revulsion for her behavior that nothing matters except that she seeks revenge for the death of her brother. How can she live with herself if she doesn’t?

Right?

But how can she – a weak woman who’s never stood up for herself – make it happen?

That’s when the magic starts…

Sweet Retaliation

Book #1

The Mob Tracker Series

By

Mimi Barbour

NYT & USAT best-selling, award winning author!

 

Chapter One

What the hell was she doing following her brother, especially at night? Cassidy Santino didn’t do darkness. Not in the slums of a city like Las Vegas when, molasses thick, it threatened and terrified.

Gagging, sweating, she’d reached the end of her backbone. Thoughts of giving up and retreating gobbled up the small amount of bravery still hanging on by a thread, making her hesitate. Then worry for her twin, Raoul, kicked in.

Biting her lip, she eased forward so she could see around the rickety fence into the semi-lit alley behind a big warehouse. A group of men milled about in a circle. Two of them were head-to-head in a heated discussion. Adrenalin kicked in when she saw her brother step out of the circle.

Raoul’s shoulders were hunched in the same way he’d hold himself when their father had intimidated him as a boy. She watched him flinch and start to turn away. Then the man he’d been arguing with let out a bellow, backhanded him across the face and shoved hard. Before she could get her bewildered brain to accept the incident, Raoul went down and the other men crowded in and began kicking him.

No! Stop!

Her mind screamed the words, but her voice didn’t connect. It froze. When she opened her mouth fear struck her mute. Though she tried to release her rage, to force sound past the blockage in her throat, not even a peep escaped. She’d never felt so useless in all her sad, ineffectual years. Forcing her limbs to move, she fell forward onto her knees but couldn’t get her leg muscles to function.

Infuriating seconds ticked by as she watched the men work her brother over like he was a soccer ball, rather than a human being.

God! Please…

Movement, shuffling, a voice called out from another direction. “Police. Stop what you’re doing and back away. Get your hands up. Do it now!”

Thank you, Lord! Confidence arrived with the authorities, and Cassi felt a flood of energy. Springing to her feet, she started forward. Before she went two steps, one of the assailants stepped over to Raoul, extended his arm and a gunshot changed the rest of her life. She heard her twin grunt and saw his body jerk.

“No!”

Fear vanished under her instinctive urgency to get to Raoul. She ran. To help him, save him, give up her life for him. He was all she had in the world, the only one who mattered.

Blinded by grief, unaware of the loud gunplay going on around her, she fell to her knees next to his lifeless form. Before she had a chance to understand the danger, a man dashed out, swept her to the side and covered her with his own body.

“Keep down.” Rough, his hands hurting, he pushed her head under his chest while she wiggled to get back to Raoul. “Stop it. You’ll get us both killed.” His voice, hard and angry, drew her attention. She shook away from his hand and looked at him, trying to explain that the injured man was her brother and he needed help. When their eyes met, the bit of light from the building’s illumination revealed his face.

Deep blue eyes, encircled with a dark outer ring of pure determination, penetrated for an instant, an order clear and visible that only a man in command could produce. Compelled to obey, but overridden by her need to get to Raoul, she kept pushing at him, until she felt him jerk and heard his grunt of pain.

One of those monsters had shot her rescuer. Disbelief overwhelmed and in seconds the relentless fear returned. Imprisoned and helpless, the horror of the moment clawed at her sanity. Surrendering to its magnetic lure, darkness claimed her and she knew no more.

*** Sweet Retaliation is book #1 in the Mob Tracker Series.

Other books in this series are:

Book #2 – Sweet Justice – available here – AMAZON  KOBO  B&N  APPLE

Book #3 – Sweet Resolution – AMAZON  KOBO  B&N  APPLE

Book #4 Sweet Endings – to be released Nov 2017

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Water, Water, Everywhere @_NancyRadke #mgtab

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WATER, WATER, EVERYWHERE @_NancyRadke #mgtab

With all the news about water everywhere, but not drinkable, I’m reminded about the elderly woman who was asked what she thought was the greatest modern convenience. Her grandchildren waited, expecting her to list the refrigerator, clothes washer, or electric stove. She said, “Running water.”

The hurricane emergencies remind us all about how precious drinking water is to life. In 1961, my husband and I spent the summer as forest fire lookouts, and our first water source was a snowbank. Nice cold water, and drinkable when melted. But as the summer went on, our snowbank disappeared. Now our only water was one mile away, down the steep mountain trail, to an ice-covered lake that had melted enough to send forth a small waterfall about five feet high. To take a shower, we jumped under the ice-cold stream, got wet, jumped out again, soaped all over, then jumped under again to rinse off. After we dressed, my husband filled our seven-gallon water-tank which was mounted on a back-pack, and carried it the mile straight up back to the lookout tower. Water used to rinse the dishes was saved to wash them next time, dish water was saved to wash our hands and faces, and finally used to wash the table and then the floor. The hardest thing to do was to give a hiker a drink, watch him drink half the cup and toss the rest thoughtlessly away.

My book, THE RICHEST MAN IN TEXAS, starts with the hero in the desert, trying to keep his horse and himself alive. While searching for water, he meets the heroine, who shoots first and questions his story later. Soon water is only a small part of their problems.

I’m offering THE RICHEST MAN IN TEXAS for 99¢ this Friday, Saturday and Sunday.Currently $2.99.
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Hurricane Irma

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Hurricane Irma has devastated many of the beautiful Caribbean Islands and is now wrecking havoc on the Florida Keys. The rest of Florida comes next. I have lived in West Palm Beach since the year 2000, and have lived through 8 or more significant storms of hurricane strength. We had four storm in 2005, and at least that many in 2006. The picture above is from the last hurricane that swept through. We hadn’t boarded up, thinking foolishly that a Cat 3 couldn’t hurt us. Heck, our home had survived worse. We actually went golfing the day before the Cat 3 was ready to hit and noticed everyone outside putting up their shutters. We were so wrong. A Cat 4 was a direct hit to the golf community where we lived, and we were in the eye of the storm.

Without shutters we watched in horror as our patio windows bowed in, our pool enclosure broke apart and swung towards our windows. The frame crashed into our second bedroom window, and we didn’t go into check, but shut the door tight, and trembled in fear. The storm lasted about 2 hours then we had the calm. We checked on the damage and was relieved it was over. Then it shifted direction and came back, hitting the front of the house. My husband and I laid on the bed, holding hands and prayed hard.

The message I’m sending is never under estimate the power of the hurricane force winds. They are unpredictable mothers, and can change on a dime. Follow the instructions that the law enforcement, emergency responders, firefighters, and media warn you about–their emergency preparations could save your life. Evacuate if you can, go to a shelter or stay with friends who have shutters, impact glass. Help neighbors or senior citizens who might be alone. Stay indoors and don’t venture out until the hurricane is well past. And please don’t try to hold the glass doors as they bow in, like my husband tried to do.

Be safe everyone, and best of luck. Floridians are tough and we will get through this. God bless.

 

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