Saturday Sample: Fortuna

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

She saw a huge, red truck with an extended cab parked under an oak tree near the door. A restored yellow bug circa 1965 sat beside it. “That’s June’s car,” Cade said. “The yellow one.”

“No surprise there,” Aimee said with a scowl. “Nobody but Rocky would want that huge red truck. Bet good ole Dave would have a fit if he saw it. He told Rocky to blend in, not stand out.” She sighed. “If I’d been here I wouldn’t have let him buy it.”

Cade swung off the horse and tied its reins to the door of an old, rusting truck that looked as if it rolled off the assembly line sometime during the 1940s. “I’ll help you get inside,” he said as he held out his arms to pull her off the horse.

Aimee kicked the old truck’s tires. “Stop laughing at me, Cade.”

“Me? I’m not laughing.”

Uh huh.

This Week

rocks, and briars, and climbed the rickety steps. Aimee blinked as Cade pounded on the front door. Did the door just sway or did she? She screamed when it fell backward into the house. The tremendous clatter made by the fall echoed through the empty rooms and brought Rocky and a woman running.

“Hon!” he exclaimed. He grabbed Aimee’s hand and jerked her toward him. She flew through the air as if she had sprouted a pair of wings.

The woman behind him squeaked—that was the only word for it—and distracted Rocky. Aimee slammed into him, and the two of them crashed to the floor.

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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