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 scrambled to her feet, brushed her jeans off, and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Aimee Sherwood.” 

June briefly touched her hand. “June Rochester.” 

Ice water trickled through Aimee’s veins. She had given June her real name. Of course, she hadn’t officially entered the witness protection program yet. She could explain her presence in this town by saying she was visiting Cade. Still, there was no use in taking chances. 

She glanced at Rocky, who didn’t look upset at all. That was strange since he was the main one Gabe would be gunning for.

This Week

“I intended to get the door finished before you got here,” Rocky said as he sprang to his feet. He threw his arms around Cade and pounded him on the back. “June told me you’d bought a horse farm just down the road. I meant to get over to see you, but I’ve been busy with architects and construction people and didn’t make it.”

Cade stared at the rooms visible from the wide, central foyer. “Yeah, I can see you have a lot to do.”

“Right you are,” Rocky enthused. “This place has so much potential.” He blinked. “Er, if mutual friends come to visit, remember not to tell them about me. We want everyone to think I’m sitting on a cloud teaching wrestling moves to the angels.”

Cade’s eyes cut to June and slid away.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about June. She’s a friend,” Rocky assured him, beaming at June like she had offered him a prime wrestling gig.

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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