Saturday, January 4, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Weak as a newborn lamb, Sunny Jamieson struggled into her two-sizes-too-small coat and work gloves and wrapped a red plaid scarf around her head. She’d been in labor for more than twelve hours, and her pains ought to be getting stronger, but they seemed to be staying level at about ten minutes apart. To make matters worse, the boys could barely get out of bed, both sick with the flu. But she had hungry horses and a cow in the barn. If she didn’t feed them, no one would.

Damn all men to hell anyway.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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3 comments:

  1. Sounds good, D'Ann. I'm off to pick it up. Congratulations and good luck. Barb Bettis

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  2. Love the last line!! Love this book! Thanks for sharing, D'Ann!! And thanks for the free book! Got my copy :)

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  3. This is an amazing story! If you don't have it, get your copy! Also while you are there, pick up the rest of the Black Mountain Cowboys! They are hawt!!

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