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. Today Cade introduces Aimee to June.

Excerpt:

“Well, you aren’t, are you?” he chuckled. “I haven’t had so much fun in ages.”

He stepped over the weathered door and nodded at the strange woman. “Hi, June; this is Aimee.”

Aimee tried not to stare at June. The woman was about her height—five-four— but there the resemblance ended. While she was willowy and blonde, June looked like a little round ball topped by fuzzy, pale brown hair. The color of her hair was unique; had she dyed it that peculiar shade of brown? It was a pretty color, but . . . but . . . odd, yes, very odd. Everything about her looked soft, including her dress, which probably came straight out of the 1950s.

 

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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