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Top Ten List:
10 Random and Possibly Funny Facts About Ayr
- I wrote my first novel in 2007 while on bed rest for seven months during the pregnancy of my second son.
- Pompous Schemes is my 13th story published under the name of Ayr Bray, but my 14thpublished story.
- I eat a 26.5 oz jar of Nutella spoonful by spoonful for every 35,000 words I write.
- I love to learn, but I hated high school and college. If I could go back and do it all over again, I would graduate HS early get my degree online. Unfortunately those were not options back when I graduated. Also, I should have taken classes I enjoyed rather than those that seemed practical for an economic future. Now, I have a degree which is completely useless since I’m writing books full-time.
- Pink is my favorite color.
- I love to sail.
- I hate … no, no, no, despise to cook and eat (other than Nutella). If I could just take a vitamin to get all of the nutrients and calories I needed to survive healthily and never have to cook or eat again I would buy it in a heartbeat. I would even be willing to give up Nutella, which is what I practically live on now.
- I get remarkably little sleep because my mind is always busy with thoughts of new stories. I have 7 novels outlined and just sitting in a file waiting for me to finish them up.
- I have been married to my own Mr. Darcy for 16 wonderful years. My Mr. Darcy and I have two awesome sons ages 10 and 8 who sometimes drive me crazy.
- I love to travel. I sold my home and everything I own in 2012 and now I live and travel the USA with my husband and two sons in 240 square feet. I lived in 13 houses in 11 cities in 12 years. Now, in the past 4 years I have lived in 1 house in hundreds of cities and 37 states.
BONUS: My new office is only 40 square feet, but it is 40 square feet of floor to ceiling pure awesomesauce!
“I shall give you my undivided attention, my dove, but before you speak there is something that I am forced to do.”
Señor de Cortázar tugged off of his gloves, walked up to Richard, and slapped him with such force Richard was sure even the stitches in the seams would be imprinted on his cheek. With a haughty sniff, Señor de Cortázar dropped his gloves at Richard’s feet.
“Stop! What are you doing?” Aimée cried as she pushed herself between the men and held them apart with her outstretched arms. The excitement in her expression revealed her abject pleasure in the sudden turn events had taken.
“Stop? But I thought this is what you wanted? Regardless, I cannot stop. The gauntlet has been thrown and I will have redress.”
“All right, how do you want to do it?” Richard asked. “Pistols? Foils? Fisticuffs?” Richard hoped the Dom would choose fisticuffs. He had done a lot of thinking since Aimée’s theatrics of the night before and had come to the conclusion that he would rather not die for her after all.
“I demand satisfaction to restore my honour and my dear Aimée’s. It would be rude to kill you while I am a guest in your cousin’s house, so I challenge you to fisticuffs. Right here, right now.”
“Oh, very well, then. I accept.” Richard hoped he didn’t sound too relieved.
“Aimée, my dear, you should step out of the way, I do not wish for you to be harmed.” Dom Duarte took her by the elbow and led her a few paces away. Aimée looked on with keen interest, clapping her hands in girlish glee.
A footman was waved over from the house to lead the horse away and the two gentlemen squared off. Señor de Cortázar made the first move, landing a blow to Richard’s jaw that bowled him over backwards. Richard leapt back to his feet just in time to catch another blow. The second punch was every bit as powerful as the first and Richard tottered backwards, but he kept himself upright by grabbing hold of Señor de Cortázar’s arm.
“Like that, is it?” Richard grunted as he swung a fist at Señor de Cortázar, catching him in the jaw.