Winners and Beauclerc Island

Hi there!

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I know you've been waiting and I don’t mean to keep you at all on the edge of your seats, so here you go!

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Drum roll, please:

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The Easter Blog Hop Winners for J.J. Massa are:

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For the chocolate prize:Chris -- ceagles48218

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For the Earring Prize: Lisa  -- Wolphcall

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For the book download: Shadow -- shadowluvs2read

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I hope you all had as much fun as I have. As for the contests, don't worry. There will be more to come! There will also be many more books to come, so stay tuned.

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And while you're here, here is the next installment of Beauclerc  Island

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Beauclerc Island

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Previously:

Years before on his own mother's deathbed, she had given him a sheaf of papers. "Her Grace gave me those before she died, so's I could keep you and little Kaia safe if his nibs went off his nut on any of us. There's 'ouses belongs to 'er on a place called Beauclerc Island."

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The bell jangled as the door to Maggie's Café opened. The thick smell of cooked oysters and cream permeated the air. With every step he took toward the large table in the center of the room, the chatter intensified. Maggie had decided a long time ago to keep everyone in one place unless someone really wanted to sit off to the side for peace and quiet. 

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Greyson Maddox, sheriff of Beauclerc Island, didn’t especially want peace and quiet just now. He was more interested in learning what everyone was so stirred up about.

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"Afternoon, Sheriff. Coffee?"

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"Ah-yuh," he agreed, waiting, going through the ritual.

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In no time, Maggie had his coffee poured and steaming gently in front of him. As he took his first sip, she imparted her news to him.

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"I heard from away, this mornin'," she began. He nodded his understanding. "Seems some of the family will be joining us for a spell. The compound needs cleanin'."

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"That so?" Grey inquired, taking another sip of Maggie's excellent coffee.

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"Ah-yuh," she responded, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the table. "Just two, at the first. Fellah talked so funny, I couldn't hardly understand 'im. Wanted to make sure it wasn't busy or crowded. Make sure it was quiet around here. Sounded a bit queer to me."

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"Could be," Grey agreed. "Guess I'd better pass this along."

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"Guess you'd better," Maggie agreed. In unison, the two turned their heads toward the side window, away from the surf.

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There, perched atop the highest promontory of the twelve-square-mile island, sat a heavy piece of architecture that could only be called a castle. The inhabitant of that castle, Grey knew, would be only too interested to learn that some of his kin would be staying nearby in the family homes. His greatest worry was that the newcomers might…dine…on the same delicacies as their relative.

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