Saturday Sample: Fortuna

Welcome to Saturday Sample. I'm sharing excerpts from my romantic fantasy Fortuna. We're picking up today where we left off last week. Rocky a WWE style wrestler has gone into the ring to wrestle another man name Cade McCoy. Aimee is watching the action from the side of the ring when Cade slips under the ring ropes and grabs a chair and smashes it on Rocky who goes down and doesn't move. They call paramedics who take him out on a stretcher. Don't forget that most of the scenes in the book were based on real life events.

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:

“Is it safe to sit up yet?” Rocky whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the ambulance siren.

Aimee slapped him.

“Oww, what was that for?”

“Because I hate you.”

“We’re clear,” the ambulance driver called.

Rocky sat up and rubbed his cheek. “Chill, Aimee. We’re gonna be fine.”

“I don’t see how,” she retorted. “Lie back down.”

The driver, a federal marshal who’d said his name was Dave, glared at Aimee in the rearview mirror. “There’s no call to hit him, ma’am. None of this is his fault.”

“Watch the road! I’d like to know whose fault it is,” Aimee said with her best sneer, the one she’d copied from her cousin Ruby. “Who went where he wasn’t supposed to and found out that Brady Porter, one of the best known promoters in LAWA, was running a drug ring?”

Rocky shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “I only wanted some towels.”