Small-Town Heart
By Andrea Johnston
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Synopsis
Without a plan in place and only a hundred
dollars to my name, this big city girl born in a small town world headed for
the bright lights of city life.
Four years later, I may have more money in my
bank account, but somehow I’ve found myself back in another small town trying
to build a life. Even though the residents of Fayhill have welcomed me like one
of their own, this is only a detour, not a final destination.
Then I met Shane Abbott.
What’s a girl to do when a certain dark-haired
dimpled cowboy, who fills out a pair of jeans like it’s his job with a smile
that sets my soul on fire, has me considering burning my map?
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The bright lights of city life never appealed
to me. I like the quiet of small town life, and my hometown of Fayhill fits me
to a T.
I never expected to meet Mercy Warner.
Love is the last thing on my mind. These days
I work hard and mind my own business. So when a certain honey-haired spitfire
blows into town, I take another look.
She may claim small town life isn’t for her,
but the way she’s settling in tells me she might be open to the option.
Refusing to let this opportunity to pass me by, I take another chance and put
my small town heart on the line.
Surely the draw of the big city won’t burn me
twice . . .
Excerpt:
“Please don’t do this. Please, Gerty.” I sound pathetic—begging
my twenty-something-year-old teal hatchback to live. Yes, live. I need my car
to get her shit together and get me to Austin. Looking at the gauges, I plead
with them to tell me what’s wrong. That’s wishful thinking since they stopped
working a year ago and the little arrow things bounce without telling me
anything.
“Come on, girl. Look, six miles. You
can do it.” My words are encouraging. Okay, they aren’t really encouraging.
They’re more like begging with a sprinkling of frustration and the lingering
sounds of tears lacing each word.
Six miles and we’ll be in the town of
Fayhill. If I’m lucky, Gerty will hold on for at least eight and allow me to
get closer to the center of town. I’ve been to this town once before and, while
it’s been at least ten years, I’m sure it hasn’t changed much. That’s the
brilliance of small Texas towns: they don’t change much. It’s also why I left
small-town Texas: they don’t change much.
I won’t cry. This isn’t a big deal.
We’ve broken down before. Sure, it was in a town where I knew a lot of people.
A town with taxis that could get me home if necessary. Home. I refuse to admit defeat. That “d” word is not in my
vocabulary. I glance up in my rearview mirror and don’t see smoke billowing
behind me; that’s good. And, because I was obviously a sinner in my past life
and am being punished for said unknown sins, a puff of smoke appears in front
of me.
Dammit to hell. I’m going to be
stranded in Fayhill, Texas. Fayhill, population . . . well, I don’t know what
the population is, but I’m sure it’s less than what I’m looking for as I start
my new life.
Again.
Andrea Johnston spent her childhood with her
nose in a book and a pen to paper.
An avid people watcher, her mind is full of
stories that yearn to be told.
A fan of angsty romance with a happy ending,
super sexy erotica and a good mystery, Andrea can always be found with her
Kindle nearby fully charged.
Andrea lives in Idaho with her family and two
dogs. When she isn’t spending time with her partner in crime aka her husband,
she can be found binge watching all things Bravo and enjoying a cocktail.
Nothing makes her happier than the laughter of her children, a good book, her
feet in the water, and cocktail in hand all at the same time.
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