As promised last week, today I'll begin to post some excerpts from Fortuna. As you see on the cover, the book is 'A merry tale of life, love, and confusion in a small town.' The book is a romantic comedy that's at least partly based in events that happened to either me or some of my family members. I guess we'll start at the beginning. So here's a blurb and then an excerpt.
Blurb:
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé 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.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
The dressing room door opened with what sounded like the opening salvo of the Civil War in the silent room. Aimee Sherwood jumped and banged her knee on the table in front of her. “Ouch, that hurt!” She shoved her blonde hair away from her heart-shaped face and glared at the man who stood in the doorway.
From his seat on the massage table, her fiancé, Rocky Stone, and yeah, wasn’t that just a great old stage name, patted her arm. “Don’t worry, hon. It’ll soon be over.”
“I told you, don’t call me hon!”
Rocky’s manager, Rich Stewart, shut the door behind him and strolled over to them. “What’s wrong with the two of you? Rocky, you look as nervous as a man at a baby shower.” He guffawed, showing nicotine-stained teeth to Aimee.
Want to read it? It's available athttp://amzn.to/23yoW2d
The dressing room door opened with what sounded like the opening salvo of the Civil War in the silent room. Aimee Sherwood jumped and banged her knee on the table in front of her. “Ouch, that hurt!” She shoved her blonde hair away from her heart-shaped face and glared at the man who stood in the doorway.
From his seat on the massage table, her fiancé, Rocky Stone, and yeah, wasn’t that just a great old stage name, patted her arm. “Don’t worry, hon. It’ll soon be over.”
“I told you, don’t call me hon!”
Rocky’s manager, Rich Stewart, shut the door behind him and strolled over to them. “What’s wrong with the two of you? Rocky, you look as nervous as a man at a baby shower.” He guffawed, showing nicotine-stained teeth to Aimee.
Want to read it? It's available athttp://amzn.to/23yoW2d
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