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Last week we saw that after the wrestling match started, Cade hit Rocky with a chair, and Rocky didn't get up. We also saw that in the ambulance he asked if it was safe to sit up, and at that point Aimee slapped him. Rocky speaks first.
Excerpt:
“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.”
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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“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.”
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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I can understand her reaction but it is also obvious this was arranged for his safety (and hers), but still, a little warning might have been nice.
ReplyDeleteWhoa, whoa, whoa, back up the horse a moment. A federal marshal? What has he gotten himself into?!
ReplyDeleteHaha! I like the action in this, Elaine. And the premise of the story is really pulling me in. After the first of the year I'll have time to read again. ~sigh~ #TBR
ReplyDeleteMaybe they need a bit of time apart.
ReplyDeleteHm, this sounds like an interesting way to enter witness protection!
ReplyDeleteLove the novel "exit" strategy, Elaine.
ReplyDeleteAh, I see it is more complicated than faking the match.
ReplyDeleteSaved! I love what's happening here. A change in venue must happen before doom sets in. Terrific snippet.
ReplyDeleteSome definite tension between the two. That always makes for a better story.
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Ha, I like the driver's input. ;)
ReplyDeleteShe's got a fiery temper. Great snippet
ReplyDeleteOf course it was his fault! He scared the crap out of her! Federal Marshall Dave obviously doesn't have a woman in his life.
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ReplyDeleteBeing hit by a chair, and then slapped in the ambulance - poor guy. Great snippet.
I'm enjoying everyone's varied reactions in the snippet to what just happened in the ring. This is quite a fascinating story and so different!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if that slap didn't hear almost as much as the chair (which, I suspect, might have been phony.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Effing forgot to link my blog post to my WeWriWa (watch out, cat, or you’ll be replaced by Twiggles the dog!) but here it is.
I'd hit him, too, but the chair probably did enough minor damage, lol. Good snippet, Elaine.
ReplyDeleteThis was all arranged without her knowing. I'm curious to know why.
ReplyDeleteHe didn't tell her that something might happen and not to be scared--is that not his fault? The dress is his fault, at the very least!
ReplyDeleteOh, hit him again says I! LOL! Can't wait to see what happens.
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