Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors

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We know so far that Rocky ticked off drug dealers and had to fake his death so he can enter the witness protection program. Rocky called Aimee even though he wasn't supposed to and told her he'd bought a house for them. Aimee has car trouble and is worried about how she'll get to Rocky's home. She's nervous about being stranded on a deserted road too. A man who knows her name comes riding down the road on a horse and speaks to her. It's Cade McCoy, the man who helped Rocky fake his death so he can enter the witness protection program.  I've skipped some paragraphs where Cade and Aimee talk about how there's only one realtor in town, and she was the one who sold Rocky's house to him. Cell phones don't work in that place so Cade offered Aimee a lift on his horse. Today they reach Fortuna.

Excerpt:

 “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! 

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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