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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.
Excerpt:
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.
They made their way across the yard, which was filled with ruts, 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.
Aimee kicked the old truck’s tires; “Stop laughing at me, Cade.”
“Me? I’m not laughing.”
Uh huh.
They made their way across the yard, which was filled with ruts, 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.
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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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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