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. I've skipped a few paragrahs where Cade tells Aimee that a big red truck belongs to Rocky, and a small Volkswagen belongs to the local realtor June. When they try to enter the house the door falls to the floor.

Excerpt:

“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.

The fall didn’t hurt her much. After all, she’d landed on Rocky, whose breath left him in a little ‘whoof’ when his back hit the floor. It was the sound of Cade’s laughter in the background that brought a scowl to her face. 

“Shut up, Cade! We could’ve been hurt.” 

Blurb: 
Aimee Sherwood never dreamed that following her fiancé into the witness protection program 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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