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:
Once Cade got his maniacal laughter under control Aimee enjoyed the ride. The spring sun shone brightly, which made the wildflowers all but sit up and sing. Birds chirped, and not one car tore down the road to mar her pleasure. Her spirits rose. She had worried for weeks about moving to a little backwoods town after growing up in Baltimore and living in LA, but she could get used to this lifestyle with no trouble at all. Who would ever have guessed she’d like communing with nature so much? About the only communing she’d done so far was at the community pool in Baltimore. Hmm. She was going to miss the pool.
This 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!
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!
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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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.
Buy Link:
http://amzn.to/23yoW2d
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