Come n' Get It While It's Scorching-Sand Hot! The Darlings of Orange County is Here!

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Get your Nooks, Sony Readers, Kindles, Kobos and other devices ready and prepare yourself for the seediest, surfiest, sandiest exploits of Orange County's nipped and tucked underbelly. This ain't Spongebob's Bikini Bottom! If you think Bravo's The Real Housewives of Orange County is tacky, hold on to your bippies, cats!

Veronica Darling has an image problem; nobody knows who she is. To get noticed in the literary and entertainment worlds, she soils her soul to bring Hollywood down the coast to Orange County. Her efforts behind the Orange Curtain eventually lead to a white-knuckled climax in a glitzy, celebrity-encrusted Laguna Beach film premiere that spells success for Veronica, but trouble for her friends and family.

Tucker grabbed a pair of hot dog tongs sticking up from the sand and lunged again at his brother. This time Schultzy was through being patient. He unhooked the small compartment on his belt which held his, until now never-used, taser gun. It took only a nanosecond and Tucker was down. He lay in the breakwater, the tail end of waves, polluted with soggy hot dog buns, sloshing mockingly over his jolting body. His arms remained flat at his sides, but his corps flopped violently like a very large grunion as the sea gulls picked pieces of wet bread out of his hair. Grunting and gurgling, he continued to flop until his energy finally gave out and he lay motionless in the sand, his tongs still sizzling and releasing steam as they lay beside him awash in saltwater.
-excerpt from The Darlings of Orange County by Jennifer S. Devore, published by KIMedia, LLC
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