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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Saturday Sample

Welcome to Saturday Sample. We've learned that Rocky bought some property in West Virginia. Aimee agrees to come to West Virginia even though the witness protection people told her not to have contact with him for months. Aimee's car broke down, and to her surprise Cade McCoy comes down the road riding a big horse. He by chance moved into the same neighborhood as Rocky and agrees to take her to Rocky's house.  

Last Week

“There it is,” Cade said as they rounded a big curve in the narrow road. “Your new home.” 
Aimee peered around him and gasped. “No! Not even Rocky would buy that.” 
Weeds and overgrown boxwood covered the windows of a two-story house made of white clapboards. Well, it had probably once been white, but now it was a dirty, dingy gray with a few strips of peeling paint here and there. A front porch, which looked like someone had tacked it on as an afterthought, ran the length of the house and had fallen away from the main structure. To enter the front door you’d have to use a makeshift set of steps made from stacked concrete blocks. Aimee tilted her head. This stupid pile of rotten boards is leaning!

This Week

She saw a huge, red truck with an extended cab parked under an oak tree near the door. A restored yellow bug circa 1965 sat beside it. “That’s June’s car,” Cade said. “The yellow one.”

“No surprise there,” Aimee said with a scowl. “Nobody but Rocky would want that huge red truck. Bet good ole Dave would have a fit if he saw it. He told Rocky to blend in, not stand out.” She sighed. “If I’d been here I wouldn’t have let him buy it.”

Cade swung off the horse and tied its reins to the door of an old, rusting truck that looked as if it rolled off the assembly line sometime during the 1940s. “I’ll help you get inside,” he said as he held out his arms to pull her off the horse.

Aimee kicked the old truck’s tires. “Stop laughing at me, Cade.”

“Me? I’m not laughing.”

Uh huh.

Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancĂ© into the witness protection pro-gram would land her in a haunted house in a town that’s downright creepy. She’d have laughed if she had been told the guy who lives down the road might be her soul mate, not the man whose ring she’s wearing. Life in West Virginia is nothing like life in Los Angeles, but between bean ball battles with Marilyn Monroe, remodeling a crumbling farmhouse, and starting a new online business, life in the country is anything but boring.

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