Last week we left Rocky and Aimee in a dressing room in a civic center waiting for a wrestling match to start. They're both nervous. We pick up today where we left off last week.
Excerpt:
“Everything’s wrong,” she snapped. Why did this idiot
always bray like a mule at what he considered his witty repartee?
“It smells like dirty feet in here, and I hate the gray paint. The
entire auditorium looks dingy. Besides that, this is the nastiest
dressing room I’ve ever seen. I don’t like ‘no disqualification’
matches either.”
Rocky reproved her with a look. “She’s just worried about Cade hitting me with the chair.”
Rich’s lips thinned. Not that they weren’t thin enough already. The man was a lipless wonder. “This is the Los Angeles Wrestling Association, Aimee. LAWA teaches the guys how to do the moves without hurting themselves. You have no reason to worry.” He sighed. “We’ve talked about this before.”
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.
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Rocky reproved her with a look. “She’s just worried about Cade hitting me with the chair.”
Rich’s lips thinned. Not that they weren’t thin enough already. The man was a lipless wonder. “This is the Los Angeles Wrestling Association, Aimee. LAWA teaches the guys how to do the moves without hurting themselves. You have no reason to worry.” He sighed. “We’ve talked about this before.”
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.
Like the sound of Fortuna? Get it at http://amzn.to/23yoW2d
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