Brynn Myers is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she finally turned her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal genre later than most but has always loved fairy-tales and all things magical. Using that love, she creates charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover.
Brynn lives with her family in the Brevard County, Florida area.
Brynn is the proud creator of the PROPHESIES OF THE NINE and JORJA GRAHAM series.
A stunning paranormal romance mystery duet, the Jorja Graham series follows the life of Jorja and her quest for love, acceptance and peace.
The Life and Death of Jorja Graham
JORJA GRAHAM #1
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All my life I’ve been referred to as the quintessential southern bell: blonde, stunningly beautiful, and overtly enchanting, but that was only the face I shared with the world; no one ever knew the hell I truly endured.
After returning to Savannah, I had everything I ever wanted: a new home, a handsome suitor, and the job of my dreams as an antique dealer. Little did I know that the choice to move on with my life would be the last decision I’d ever make.
My name is Jorja Graham and my story is proof that not every romance has a happy ending.
The Echoed Life of Jorja Graham
JORJA GRAHAM #2
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Book #2 in the Jorja Graham series.
“Follow my echo and I will lead you to the still point at the center of it all.”
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Time to move on, Jorja. I put the car in reverse and started to back out of the driveway but quickly applied the brakes as my cell phone started to ring.
“Yes, may I help you?”
“Well, I certainly hope so. My name is Corbin Holbrook and I’ve been told you will be the person handling the Rhyland estate sale.”
My eyebrow arched as I pondered all the ways I was going to strangle my aunts for giving this man my cell phone number. I’d told them to stall him, not give him direct access to my personal number. “Yes, I will be handling the estate once I return to Savannah, which won’t be for a few more days.” I lied–– obviously.
“Well the date of your arrival is irrelevant to me; I do, however, want to start discussing the speed and efficiency to which you’ll be able to finalize this sale.”
“I’m sorry, what? Did you speak with my aunts? Did they not inform you that I wouldn’t be available right away?”
“They did, but I will need your immediate attention when it comes to this sale. Are you not able to handle this? Because if that’s the case, I’ll find someone who can.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it like there was an alien on the other end of the line. Who did this jackass think he was? I shoved the car into park, seething with anger. Did I really need this job or should I just tell this arrogant ass where to go? Be nice or don’t be nice…the great debate had begun.
“Apparently I’ll need to find someone else then. If I’m able to render you speechless with a simple question, what will happen when I ask you something difficult?”
“Mr. Holbrook, you can attempt to find someone else but I can guarantee you that they will never be able to do the job I can. So you can either wait the next few days until I return home or you can indeed search for someone else. Either way, I will not be bullied into an assignment or unjustly questioned regarding my ability to do an effective job.” I grinned as I sat there, waiting for his response. That was as nice as I could muster under the circumstances.
Moments passed before I heard a gruff sound coming from the other end of the line. “You have three days and then I will be calling again. I do not appreciate your tone, but I can respect your conviction. I can only hope your talent is equivalent to the confidence you seem to have in your abilities. I cannot say it’s been pleasure, Ms. Graham, but I do look forward to expediting this acquisition.”
His voice was coated with disdain and something else I couldn’t put my finger on but I dismissed it as irrelevant. He was just another arrogant businessman who believed he could push people around to achieve his goals. I was done being pushed around though; today was a new day . I’d opted to take a page from my mother’s playbook when I responded , making sure my southern accent dripped ooey gooey sweetness.
“Well, I have no doubt, Mr. Holbrook, that you’ll be more than pleased with my work. You may even want to offer me a bonus for just how efficient I will be. I look forward to meeting with you soon. In the meantime , please feel free to contact the shop to set up an appointment and if you have any questions before then, I’m certain my aunts will be able to help you. Until then, Mr. Holbrook ,” I said with a slight smile.
“Until then, Ms. Graham.”
The line went dead seconds after he spoke my name. I gripped the steering wheel, wondering if I was a magnet for difficult people. This is a great gig. He doesn’t even live in the state. You can do this, Jorja… you can do this. My pep talk wasn’t really working, but I knew the moment I drove down the mile long drive to the Rhyland estate the trepidation I was feeling would fall to the wayside. My aunts were right , this was my dream assignment and I wasn’t about to let some egotistical jerk ruin it.
COPYRIGHT: Myers, Brynn. The Life & Death of Jorja Graham. Amber Leaf Publishing.
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