Pronounce Oaxaca Novels & Stories

One corner of his sinful mouth quirked up as he squinted at her and a crease formed on his forehead. “What’s your name, sweetcake?” He had an accent. European. He didn’t sound like an American from TV at all. She gulped. “Y—Yrah.” “Yrah…” he repeated in a breathy way. The little hairs on the back of Yrah’s neck stood on end over the way he pronounced her name. yee-RAH. A soft “yee” that almost sounded like a “j” with the stress on the second syllable of her name as it should be, and his tongue trilling on the R, tickling something deep within her. yee-RAH.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * OAXACA, MEXICO * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ R Y D E R ] I never thought that fish tacos would save my life.

He could feel the icy chills on his spine and the Mad one's murderous gaze. Bianca squinted her eyes and leaned forward slightly to read the name written on the man's badge. "Oisin?" she said, using the French pronunciation. "Oy-sine, perhaps? How is your name pronounced?" "It's-it's pronounced Osh-een," he replied. "Oh Chine?" "No, Osh-een." "Ocean... Osh-in... Osh-een! Brrr Osh-een! That's it! I made it!" she said happily, giving him a bright smile. She held a hand to greet him, "I am Bianca."