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LET IT BE ME
By: Barbara Speak
Cover Model: Mac Robinson
Available Now!
“I love a book that can keep me guessing!
With twists and turns you won’t see coming this is a must read for 2015!”
#1 NYT Best Selling Author Rachel Van Dyken

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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.

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“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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