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Title: Let It Be Me
Author: Barbara Speak
Cover Model: Mac Robinson
Release Day: June 16th, 2015
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Arianna Dubray is nothing like
the girl she left in Baltimore. Once a Prada shoe wearing, Michael Kors bag
carrying, on top of the world seventeen-year-old girl, Arianna knew that her
life would never be the same when she got out of the car in middle-of-nowhere
Montana.
Canyon Michaels is the keeper
of his own dark secrets. Plagued by his family name, he's forced to prove the
town wrong and make it on his own.
The last thing Arianna needs is
a reason to stay, but with every passing day the decision to leave becomes
harder. Once their paths cross nothing can tear them apart, other than the
secrets that start to surface and the nightmares that soon become their
reality.
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The truck was just as ugly the second time I had seen it as it
was the first. Nothing was endearing or cute about it. He must have bought it
off an elderly farmer who couldn't drive anymore because no one would be
selling this beast in a car lot that's for sure. Opening the door, the same
wave of stale cigarette smoke hit me. This time I slid myself over to the
passenger side and rolled down the window doing the same on my side after I was
done. The cracking noise could still be heard when I pulled the door closed
too.
"I can't say I expected you to change while I was in class
but it sure would have been
nice."
I put the key in the ignition and turned it over only to hear a
click and then
nothing.
"NO, NO, NO! Please don't do this to
me!"
Four more attempts with the same result.
Nothing.
"SHIT!"
I pulled out my phone to call for someone to get me but that
someone didn't exist. He would rather me never come back. My mother wouldn't
dare go against his wishes and Shelby obviously can't
drive.
Grabbing my purse and backpack I started doing the only thing I
could, I walked. I tried to find positive in a negative situation but there
really wasn't one. My feet hurt, I was thirsty and if one more person drove by
staring at me without even offering me a ride I was going to flip out. I
thought country people were supposed to be nice. Isn't that what everyone says?
Well, they're wrong or there aren't any in Highgrove,
Montana.
My cell phone died sometime around four-thirty. Well, that was the last
time I checked it and around ten minutes later it was dead. I had been walking
for over an hour and a half and saw a total of two
cars.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?" I
screamed it at the top of my lungs hoping God would just finish the job and
take me out of my misery.
All of a sudden, I heard the engine of a car coming from behind
me. This was it. My final hope for humanity to restore itself. It got closer. I
could feel the wind change and the vibration within it.
"Please, please be someone nice enough to give me a ride
or someone crazy enough to off me ‘cause I can't take this
anymore."
I turned around just as the truck approached me praying for a
miracle but sure enough the prick kept his foot on the
pedal.
"That's fucking
it!"
I grabbed a handful of rocks from the side of the road and threw
them right at that pretty truck he was
driving.
"Have that,
asshole!"
The brake lights came on just as the clang from the rocks
started hitting the tailgate. The tires screamed against the blacktop while the
back end kicked to the side from stopping so fast. My eyes practically bulged
out of my head when the driver side door flew
open.
"OH, SHIT."
And oh shit was mild compared to what I would have said if I
had known who the fury coming at me was before I decided to throw rocks at his
truck. How could I not have thought it was him? I had seen that truck
before.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH
YOU?"
"ME? YOU’RE THE ASSHOLE THAT WOULDN'T EVEN STOP FOR A POOR
GIRL WALKING DOWN A FREAKING ENDLESS
ROAD!"
"WHY WOULD
I?"
"UGH!"
I can't believe I did it. Never in a million years would I have
ever even thought to do something like this but I reached down in my rage,
grabbed a handful of rocks again and threw them right at his chest. Wall of
muscle or not he could take that and suck on it.
Author
Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share
her ideas and
thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not
writing she's caring
for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in
rural Missouri. She
has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the
boxer, Tucker the
beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her
kitties.
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