Blurb:
Cheyenne, or Shy as she is better known,
makes the huge decision to move her and her four young children to the
mountains of West Virginia. Despite coming from a small town in west-central
Florida, she had been living in upstate New York with her ex-husband...had
been, those were the key words. After finding out her ex-husband was having an
affair with a childless eighteen year old girl, Shy calls it quits. West
Virginia had long ago found a special place in her heart. The mountains are
beautiful, the people are friendly, and you can find a piece of the old life
hidden out in the hollers. It doesn't hurt that Cheyenne's favorite cousin,
Jace, and his family abide there either. Nor does the cheap property prices.
Shy hopes she will find a new life for her and her children. She wants freedom,
and a simpler way of life. What she doesn't expect to find is a rough-around-the-edges
backwoods boy with plenty of troubles of his own to entrap her heart so quickly
after the end of her marriage...or ever, come to think of it. (Please note:
This book is for mature audiences only. Recommended for ages 18+)
Excerpt
#1:
Cheyenne/Shy's
Point of View
Shaking her head, the judge looked up from
her papers. “Mr. Carter, is this all of the paperwork you have for me?”
“Yes ma'am.” He answered. I wonder where he
dug out those manners from because I certainly had never seen them.
“Mrs. Akers, you also?”
“Yes ma'am.” I answered.
She nodded her head. “Okay, this case is
simple. I'm throwing out both of your claims and starting from scratch. “ Both
of us cringed. Neither of us knew whether this would be a good thing or a bad
thing and for who. “Here's the deal: I am extremely surprised that you are paying
only $600 a month for the care of four children, Mr. Carter. This is absolutely
unacceptable.”
“But, your honor...” He began to protest.
“No, hush. This is ridiculous. Do you really think $400 a month
would cover the expenses? No. Now, Mrs. Akers. Here is what I am going to tell
you. I can grant you the $800 a month today, or you can go back and refile your
claim without a set amount. Simply refile with all of this information and say
that you want the claim disputed. You can get much, much more than what you are
currently receiving.” My heart was thumping at what she was saying, but I
couldn't help but wonder how much longer that would leave me in the hole,
without any form of support besides the money I currently made. I voiced my
question. The judge took a deep breath. “Well, that depends. I see you live in
West Virginia now. Since you're here in
New York now, I suggest you go to the department of children and families and
refile. It takes four to six weeks to process, and then they will set you a court
date within four weeks of the time they decide to allow your case to go
through. You may be without child support for two months, but I think it would
be well worth it to you.”
“Your honor, if you don't mind me askin',
how much money do you believe I could receive?”
She snorted. “I wouldn't be surprised if
you got at least $500-$600 every two weeks, plus,of course, you'll get a lump
back payment.”
“That's ridiculous!” David cried out. “Her
and her kids aren't worth $600 every paycheck!”
David was going to curse his outburst, and
while I felt so bad for my poor children, I enjoyed hearing what the judge's
next words were. “Mr. Carter, it is people like you that make me sick to my
stomach. These are not her children. She did not immaculately conceive them
all by herself. You provided the sperm and I'm assuming not much else. If you
hadn't dragged her to this court today, demanding you pay even less than
the ridiculously low amount you already pay, she probably wouldn't have ever
filed for more. I know her type, and she is going to do just fine for her
kids all by herself. I hope she wrings you're sorry ass dry in court, and I
pray I get the case so I can have the pleasure of helping her do it.”
“You can't talk to me like that!” David
sputtered, his face turning red and the veins in his neck bulging.
“I just did. Case dismissed.” The judge,
who was now my hero, banged her mallet and whisked herself out of the court. I
couldn't help but smile as I made my way out of the court room. It had been a
private hearing, so Jace was waiting just outside of the doors for me. Although
there were chairs available for him to sit in, he had chosen to lean up against
the wall.
“How'd it go?” He asked me anxiously as
soon as I came out of the court room holding my little folder tight against my
chest.
“Good, with a tiny bit of bad news.” I
looked up and saw David storming towards us. “But I'll tell you all about it
later.”
“You had better not take this thing back to
the courts, do you hear me?” David sputtered. His face was still bright red. He
wasn't taking this very well.
“No, sorry, I didn't hear you. I was
thinking about going down to the department of children and families.” I said,
careful not to raise my voice. I was going to rise above him and his petty
yelling. I no longer disliked him...I loathed the very thought of him.
“You do and you'll regret it! Trust me one
this one!” He threatened.
I was about to reply with a smart remark
when Jace stepped up. “Why don't you just back off before I put you in the
ground?” His voice was soft, but it was lined with steel. He meant what he
said.
“You can't threaten me! I'll have you
thrown in jail you backwards hillbilly!” David never did know when to keep his
mouth shut.
Jace only laughed. “That's
hypocritical, ain't it fella? I seem to
remember you doin' some threatenin' yourself just a second ago.”
“I...you...ugh!” David stuttered. He had
always let his anger get the best of him, and his tongue couldn't keep up with
his foul mind. He stormed off without a backwards glance, leaving his threats
behind him. Truth be told, he was probably scared of my cousin. I know I would
have been if I were in his shoes.
Jace and I looked at one other and we burst
out laughing. David looked so funny fuming and fussing like a toddler, and I
was ecstatic about the way things had gone today. “C'mon, let's go Jace.” I
said.
Excerpt
#2
Willy's
point of view
I saw the girls- all four of them- headin'
back out of the woods, soaking wet. I whistled and yelled, “Woo wee ladies,
y'all are lookin' like some hot messes.” The guys laughed, and I saw Cheyenne
blush. The other three girls only rolled their eyes. They did this kind of
thing all of the time, but it would seem as though Jace's cousin did not.
I hadn't been drinking all that much, shocking
though that might be, but I grinned at the girls like a bobcat. My second go at
getting a good look at that girl was just as good- if not better- than the
first time around. Looking at her now, in nothing but a blank tank top stuck
close to her body and a pair of ripped jeans, I felt about ready to burst. Later,
after some subtle prompting by Jace, she ended up beside me, but we didn't talk
much at all. It was nice, though, I gotta admit, just being next to her.
Time went by, and around midnight, we all
called it quits for the night. I only had two beers under my belt, so I drove
Jace's truck home. His cousin sat in the front seat, looking just a bit shiny
in the eyes. Jace was nearly passed out and Josh was holding his stomach. Those
two had drunk more than their fair share.
I looked back at Cheyenne...or did she like
being called Shy better? Eh, who knew. “So how many'd you drink little girl?”
She looked at me. “First, I'm not a little
girl, honey. Second, I only had about six or something.”
and here I was thinking that she was, as
her name implied, shy. Seemed to me now that she was feistier than she acted.
“Well, excu-use me darlin'.”
She half-laughed,half-snorted at me,
rolling her eyes as she did. “How many'd you drink then?”
“Two.” She laughed at me. “I figured
someone'd better be the designated driver and caretaker, after all.”
“I thought designated drivers didn't drink
anything at all.” She retorted. She didn't look at me though. She stared out of
the passenger side window. Maybe she was shy and it was just the alcohol doing
the talking. Either way, I didn't care. I was going to take advantage of her
being pulled out of the little bubble she had seemed wrapped in until she
downed her six beers.
Laughing, I said, “Well, you must not be from
around here honey, because drinkin' two beers is like drinkin' a bunch of water
to me.”
“Does that mean your an alcoholic?”
I snorted. “Hell nah it don't. I just like
to have fun I guess. I'm a mite bigger than you to boot.”
She shrugged, and kept looking out the
window. We pulled up to the Aker's house in silence, and between me and her, we
got the other two inside. I wasn't sure what to do with Josh, so I dumped him
on the floor in Jace's bedroom and covered him with a blanket. When I came back
into the living room I caught the butt end of a conversation between Cheyenne
and Miss Debbie.
“Oh no, honey, I'm sure they're fine. I'd
be glad to watch 'em. I promised them me and Jack would take them to go get ice
cream in the morning anyways. You go on home and rest.”
“Well, I don't think I can really drive
myself...” she started.
Before I knew it, my big mouth had gotten
me into something, “I can take you home.”
Miss Debbie smiled at me and looked down at
her niece. “See? Jace can bring your truck back to you tomorrow, no worries.”
A few more protests and Cheyenne turned to
me. “You sure you don't mind? It's a good twenty minutes or so to my place.”
I shrugged. “I offered, didn't I?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess...thanks.”
We got outside, and I said to her, “Uh,
we're just gonna have to walk down to my place to get my truck is all.”
She looked a little nervous. “How far is
your place?”
Joking, I said, “Close enough they can hear
you scream.”
She laughed genuinely for the first time
since I'd met her and followed me up the holler, which was lit only by the pale
light of a full moon. It was an unusually beautiful night. Or maybe the company
I was in just made it seem that way. I
wasn't but four or five houses down the road, and we made it in plenty of time.
I opened up the front door, unlocked as usual, and told her that she could come
on inside while I got the keys. Matt was sitting on the couch watching
television when we came in.
“Hey boy, what do you think you're still
doing up?” I asked him.
He just shrugged. “It's not a school
night.”
“Uh huh,well I gotta drive her home and
when I get back, your butt better be in bed, ya hear me?”
Matt laughed. “Uh huh. Got it.”
“Good.”
“Uh huh.”
Cheyenne just stood there staring at us,
the shine of alcohol was slowly leaving her eyes but it was pretty obvious she
was still buzzed. I grabbed the keys, told Matt I'd be home in an hour or so,
and then I herded Cheyenne out towards my old beat up truck. It was an ancient
red Toyota, but it had served me well so far. She still seemed anxious as we
pulled out of my short driveway and down the holler toward what served as the
main road in these parts. I looked over at her a few times,one hand on the
wheel and one arm resting on the open window. When she never said anything, I
decided to try and strike up a conversation. She might be one of the most
gorgeous things I had ever seen, and I might not be inclined to getting
involved with anyone, but a guy could be friendly, right?
'I
Found My Heart In West Virginia' Playlist:
1.
These Boots Were Made For
Walkin', by Loretta Lynn
2.
Do You Believe In Life After
Love, by Cher
3.
Take Me Home Country Roads, by
John Denver
4.
Your Cheating Heart, by Hank
Williams Sr
5.
Crash My Party, by Luke Bryan
6.
In Too Deep, by Sum 41
7.
How Country Feels, by Randy
Houser
8.
Blocked, by Young & Wise
9.
Thrift Shop, by Macklemore
& Ryan Lewis, featuring Wanz
10. All I Wanna Do, by Sugarland
11. A Country Boy Can Survive, by Hank Williams Jr
12. I Will Survive, by Gloria Gayner
13. I Love It (I Don't Care), by Icona Pop
14. Amazing, by Janelle
15. Take A Little Ride, by Jason Aldean
About
The Authors
Chelsea Falin is the independent author of
twelve current titles. This will be her thirteenth title. Her previous works
include the 'Growing Roots Series' and the 'Benson Family Chronicles.' She has
wanted to be an author since a very young girl, and finally made that dream
come true about four years ago. In her personal life, Chelsea is a wife of
almost five years, the mother of a four year old daughter, and a freelance
blog/article writer. Her hobbies and interests include: fishing, writing,
reading, football, hiking, traveling, cooking and history.
Cory Hammond is currently working on her
first independent title, but has co-written one previous book with Chelsea
(Southern Jokes: Funny But True). This will be her second co-authoring pursuit.
Cory is a recent high school graduate and will be starting college in the fall
where she will be pursing her AA Degree. Her hobbies and interests include:
writing, fishing (particularly cast netting), football, reading, music, and
World War II history.
Chelsea Falin and Cory Hammond are
sister-in-laws who first met over five years ago when Chelsea began seeing
Cory's brother. The two have since become best friends and their similar
personalities paired with their unique writing styles make all of their joint
writing endeavors appear seamless.
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