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    Kissed and Forgotten: Beaver Run Series, #2
    Kissed and Forgotten: Beaver Run Series, #2
    Kissed and Forgotten: Beaver Run Series, #2
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    Kissed and Forgotten: Beaver Run Series, #2

    By Brie Wilds

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    Finders' keepers, they say… Adela Williams found a man! Can she keep him?

     

    For Adela, her peaceful morning drive took a dramatic turn along a lonely stretch of road in the outskirts of Beaver Run.

     

    Too curious for her own good, she stops her truck to investigate a shiny object in a ditch only to discover an unconscious man.

    When the man awakens in the hospital, his memory is gone. He is model hunk hot and clings to Adela, who is a wallflower and had never attracted the attention of a hot handsome man.

     

    Adela suspends her disbelief and takes the man home

     

    Later, recuperating in the Williams Farm, a  relationship quickly develops between Adela and the man she named Rock.

     

    But when a visitor to the farm triggers Rock's memory, he realizes he is not a blank slate after all, and his heart already belongs to another.

     

    What will become of the passionate love between Adela and Rock?

     

    Beaver Run is a series of stand-alone, small-town,  interconnected, steamy romance stories. This amnesia romance is book 2 of the Beaver Run Series. It is sweet, steamy, and happily ever after with no cliffhanger. Each book in the Beaver Run series is STAND-ALONE.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRuttish Press
    Release dateJan 8, 2021
    ISBN9781635897449
    Kissed and Forgotten: Beaver Run Series, #2

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      Kissed and Forgotten - Brie Wilds

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      Adela

      Two months shy of her twenty-fifth birthday, Adela Williams was sure she would die an old maid. Dressed in faded jeans, a T-shirt, and a man’s tweed shirt, she went about her daily task in her Ford F-150, a reliable hand-me-down from her father. It was at least two decades older than she was and smelled of old leather and tobacco smoke.

      Some grocery stores, mostly mom and pop stores in their town and surrounding communities, still patronized them for fresh eggs. Adela’s job was to deliver them every morning to the stores.

      Today she’d finished early and now was hurrying home to prep for tomorrow, then when she was done curl up on her favorite sofa and read steamy romance novels on her Kindle. If it couldn’t happen to her, then she’d be a cheerleader for those living the life.

      Adela cursed herself for forgetting to charge her cell phone, and her phone charger was nowhere in sight. Listening to a book would have made her trip more enjoyable.

      This time she didn’t have any crates of eggs to be mindful of, so she drove down the one-lane road faster than when she’d gone by earlier.

      Her home was a farm, off the beaten path. She lived with her parents, chickens, a few cows, and three horses. Their farm used to be a major egg-producing facility, but over the years, with competition from large-scale mechanized farms in neighboring states, their farm couldn’t compete and had declined in profits.

      Fortunately for the Williams’ farm, some hard-to-reach local stores were too much of a hassle for the bigger farms to supply, so they depended on Adela.

      Adela’s parents were retired. Her dad was sixty-five and her mom sixty. They’d built a healthy nest egg—excuse the pun—from farming eggs, and spent their time traveling the world. They wanted to pass the farm on to their daughter for sentimental reasons instead of selling it, as it had passed down to Adela’s mother by her own parents.

      Trust her parents to own the farm, which was farthest from the town center. Most of the kids she’d grown up with, whose parents were farmers, had moved to bigger cities. She liked all those things too, but she preferred the rural setting, the simple life, the smell of hay, animal manure, the vast grazing space, and the peace and quiet. Unless she found a man that loved a simple life the way she did, she would remain an old maid.

      They lived on the outskirts of Beaver Run. Then there was Mountain Peak and, farther away, Morristown. Her parents hoped she would find a strapping young man one day, fall in love, marry, and give them lots of grandchildren.

      Pipe dream, Adela would say to her mother each time she mentioned it. All the young men have moved or want to move to the big city, and hang out with sophisticated women and do awesome stuff. She felt her belly roll and looked at her big breasts. That’s not me. It’s not that men were lacking, just that she’d kissed…well, a few frogs in her quest for her prince, who still remained elusive. She liked sex and was prone to making bad decisions too—a deadly combination. Her plan now was focus on her job, read novels, and keep to herself. So far, so good.

      Your father and I found each other here. You’ll find your man one day. Her mother placed a finger on her chin, her face turning serious. Hmm, you know what?

      Adela mimicked her mother’s demeanor. Her smile. What?

      If you don’t find one-you have our permission to steal one.

      She rolled her eyes.

      Her mother burst out laughing.

      Oh my God, Mother. You want me to steal a man from another woman?

      Well, I hope it doesn’t come to that. You have your mother’s blond hair, pretty face, and meat in all the right places. You can cook and have good childbearing hips—

      Mother!

      Don’t Mother me! It’s a fact. You’re hardworking and know your way around the farm. It’s only a matter of time before your Mr. Right shows up. You could find love in the strangest of places. Her mother stared into space. Did I ever tell you how I snagged your dad?

      Adela had heard it a thousand times, but she said, No.

      Oh, he was the foreman here. So handsome and strong, but so shy. I knew he liked me, but he never made a move. I was the ‘forbidden’ boss's daughter. She made air quotes. But I was a woman too. I guess he respected my father so much he wouldn’t dare. One night I cornered him in the red barn. She giggled and pointed at the barn with faded and peeling red paint, where the horses were kept. Oh, Lord! I got more than I bargained for.

      Something in the bushes caught her eyes and drew her out of her reverie.

      Adela usually wouldn’t have slowed down unless she was sure of what she saw. But today, she’d finished her deliveries early. She stepped on the brake and noticed that the brush in that area had been disturbed.

      Anger boiled in her heart. This lonely stretch of road had been used by people to get rid of unwanted pets. They drive up, let the dog, snake, or cat out of the car, and make a clean getaway. Once, she’d nearly run over a six-foot snake basking in the sun in the middle of the road. She later found out it was an African python. It was a long way

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