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Country Bride
Country Bride
Country Bride
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Kristin Shaw ran away to Wyoming, looking to escape a broken heart. After becoming widowed on her honeymoon, she can barely breathe, and isn’t sure life is worth living. Moving to a remote area of the country, she wants to hide away and heal her mind. Forced to confront rural life in Wyoming, she faces challenges that make her question her move.

Ty Addison is rough around the edges, having grown up on a farm, and now working in the small rural town. He had no intention of falling for the girl from New Jersey, in fact, he wasn’t even sure he liked her at first. Finding himself attracted Kristin, can he convince her to give him a chance? Or will she go back to the safety of suburbia life she once knew?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAva Catori
Release dateSep 17, 2013
ISBN9781301593477
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    Country Bride - Ava Catori

    Country Bride

    (Country Brides)

    Ava Catori

    Copyright 2013, Ava Catori

    Smashwords Edition

    This book is a work of fiction.

    Chapter 1

    Kristin parked in front of the small office, her dog by her side. This was it, the start of her new life. She hoped this year was better than last. Her mother called it running away, but how could her mother understand what she’d been through? Widowed on her honeymoon, her entire world came crashing down. She was still in shock, some days it took her down to her knees, and crying into her hands, begging for mercy. Other days she was simply numb. Either way, life would never be the same.

    He’d wanted to try the zip line, but she was too nervous, and when it snapped, taking him down from the tree tops to the ground in one quick succession, she knew he’d fallen too far to survive. She’d heard the snapping of the twigs from above, but nobody knew what was happening until it was too late. Medics, tears, the heartache, and horror of the day rushed through her mind over and over, though at least most of the nightmares had finally stopped. Greg’s life was over, and she had to find some way to pick up the pieces of her life and start over.

    They were about to buy a house, about to settle down and start a family, but those dreams had been crushed and were gone.

    I’ll be right back, Molly, she patted her yellow lab on the head. Climbing out of her truck, she turned around to see Molly’s head out the passenger side window, sniffing the new atmosphere.

    The small real estate office was clustered with a few other shops and retailers on the narrow street. She’d found the place on the map, throwing a dart at the atlas hanging on the wall. She didn’t care where it landed, it was better than staying at home. She’d quit her job, packed up her things, and found a place to rent. She’d stay for a year, working on some writing she’d wanted to do, maybe some painting, and then decide where life would take her after that. It didn’t really matter, she felt empty without Greg.

    A brass bell clanged as she opened the door, alerting the agent she was there. Calling out from another room, I’ll be there in a second, she shouted. On coming back into the room, she apologized. Sorry about that, I’m also the town notary, next door. I just go between the two places, so if you need something notarized you can come to either of the places.

    Right, sure. Kristin looked at the stocky woman. She waddled as she walked, and had short tight curls bobbing on her head. She was easily over fifty and had a smoker’s smile, with fine lines forming crevices around her lips. Now what can I do for you.

    I’m Kristin Shaw, we spoke on the phone. I’m renting the Jenkins’s place.

    Oh right, the keys are here, she said digging under a counter. You owe us a check, and watch for wildlife if you’re not used to those things back where you’re from. Especially trash or food, you want to seal that up really tight. There’s a list of things that will help you with basics around here, but basically, any essentials you need you’ll find in town. If you can’t find them here, you don’t need them. The post office will take delivery of packages for you, but you’ll need to come in to town to collect your mail. You might want to check in with Sadie at the post office, and let her know you’ve arrived. Nobody’s lived at the Jenkins’s place for a bit, so tell her you’ll be staying there.

    Kristin listened as the woman spoke; hoping she’d remember the details she was spitting out like it was common knowledge. This was the most remote she’d ever been, back home everything was nearby. She’d have another forty minute drive to get to the property, and while most of it was paved, she’d be hitting gravel and dirt roads the closer she got to her cabin in the woods. She’d rented it for a year, almost on a whim, not sure what to do with herself. Solitude felt right – and thoughts of renewing her creative soul.

    Realizing she’d better stock up, since running into town wouldn’t be a daily encounter and more like a weekly one, she made a mental list while finishing with the realtor. Thanking the woman for her time, she took her keys and headed out to her truck.

    She found a tall man, somewhere near his late thirties, petting Molly’s head, which was still happily out the window.

    Hey, she said, walking around.

    Howdy, he smiled, Ty Addison, he offered his hand.

    Kristin Shaw, it’s nice to meet you.

    What brings you to Chester Hills?

    Change of pace, she said. Would you be so kind as to point me to the post office?

    Just two doors down that way, he said pointing. Where are you from? He wasn’t sure he wanted her to leave just yet. She was a pretty girl, her eyes were blue like the sky, her hair lightened from the sun, a soft blonde with streaks.

    New Jersey.

    Oh, his voice went flat.

    Not a fan?

    Not especially, most east coasters that come out this way don’t respect the land and nature. They come out here, take what they want, tramp around like some tourist looking for a ghost town, and… he stopped himself. Yeah, let’s just say we haven’t had the best experience with you folk.

    So we’re all the same, no benefit of the doubt?

    "Haven’t met many Easterner’s I’ve been fond of. Most want to buy up the

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