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Strings of the Heart by Katie Ashley ~ NOW AVAILABLE!!!

Title: Strings of the Heart
Author: Katie Ashley
Expected Release: May 12th
Twenty year old, Allison Slater has been in love with her brother’s bandmate, Rhys McGowan, since she was fifteen years old. But to him, she’ll always be Jake’s little sister and off limits. Now a college sophomore and licking her wounds from a bad breakup, she sets her sights on making Rhys see her as someone he could date…maybe even love. Her opportunity comes when Rhys visits his parents in Savannah where she is attending college. But the night she’s dreamed of turns to heart-break, and she realizes she’ll never be the one for Rhys.
For Rhys McGowan, his nightmare began when he woke up, naked and hung-over, next to his bandmate’s little sister. Unable to remember a thing from the previous night, he only makes matters worse by lying to Allison about not being interested in her. The truth is he’s spent the last year to ignore his body’s reaction whenever Allison is around. His resolve is tested when Allison comes on tour with Runaway Train, as both Jake and Abby’s nanny and to fulfill her fashion design internship. The more time he spends with her in the close quarters of the bus, the harder it is for him to resist.
Will Rhys realize that having a relationship with Allison is worth fighting for even if it means that he has to fight his best friend for a chance?
“Take a shot,” he commanded, his expression tense, his eyes unreadable.
Goosebumps pebbled my arms at his assertiveness. I wasn’t used to him being so forceful. For a moment, I couldn’t process his words. It was like the tone of the entire conversation had veered off course. Reluctantly, I followed his orders. When I started to reach for a lime, he stopped me. As I eyed him curiously, he took the shaker of salt in his hand. Tilting his head, he shook the bottle along his neck. Then he leaned over and brought the shaker to my neck. My chest rose and fell in harsh pants at the nearness of him. But most of all, it was the way the tension crackled in the air between us. Nothing really had been spoken out-loud, nothing had been done to change things, but in that moment, everything was different.
“Take a shot,” he repeated.
With trembling fingers, I reached for the glass. I took it in one hand and the lime in the other. Leaning forward on the stool, I dipped my head down to his neck. My lips hovered over the warmth of his skin. Flicking out my tongue, I brought it against the stubble on his neck. Rhys sucked in a harsh breath at the contact. Slowly, my tongue trailed upwards over the faint line of salt, eliciting a small groan from Rhys.
Once I finished, I pulled away. I didn’t dare look at Rhys—my skin burned just from the intensity of the stare I felt on me. Tipping up the glass, I downed it in one fiery gulp. As my eyes pinched shut in pain, I slammed the lime against my lips. My teeth cut through the fruit, as my mouth sucked off the juices. When I swallowed again, a shiver echoed through me.
I opened my eyes to find Rhys still staring at me. His dark eyes shone with an intensity that I would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking. He reached for his glass and lime. His eyes never left mine as he bent over. I tilted my head to give him better access. At the feel of his warm tongue on my neck, I shuddered, and I remained trembling even after he pulled away. He then downed the tequila without even bothering with the lime.
We repeated the process again. And again. Until we had downed five shots and licked and sucked our way up each other’s necks. My skin still tingled from the feel of his tongue. Of course, my entire body was tingling from the strong alcohol pumping through every cell and molecule. It made me feel so alive. While it had just been his tongue on my neck, the feel of his hands as they brushed on my shoulders, whispered across my collarbone, had driven me crazy. I could only fantasize that his tongue was following the same path across my chest and down to my breasts.
More than anything in the world, I wanted this man, and tonight I was going to get my wish. From the lust-filled looks he been giving me, along with the groans of pleasure when I had licked his skin, I knew what was going to happen. I was finally going to have Rhys.
(songs mentioned n the book)
You and Tequila – Kenny Chesney
Weakness in Me – Joan Armatrading
Am I The Only One -Melissa Etheridge
You’re beautiful–James blunt
Say something – A great Big World
Portland, Oregon—Jack white and Loretta Lynn.
Same Mistake – James Blunt
Goodbye My Lover – James Blunt
Conga – Gloria Estefan
Drunk in Love – Beyonce

Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs and one outnumbered cat. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

She spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.
She also writes Young Adult fiction under the name Krista Ashe.


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The Proposition by Katie Ashley ~ Happy “Book” Anniversary ~ Giveaway

7154_10151545916845851_642253540_nLast year I was stumbled upon the book The Proposition by Katie Ashley, purely by accident. Although I thought the book sounded intriguing, I was even more intrigued by this new author (who friended me on Goodreads) because she lived about 30 minutes away from me. So I purchased The Proposition and immediately fell in love with Aidan Fitzgerald and thus began my friendship with Katie Ashley.  (Of course, don’t let that fool you.  Katie will definitely tell you that I am one of her toughest critics!)  Yes, Aidan is my #2 book boyfriend, and I have greatly missed him.  I remember the night I finished reading The Proposal, I had dinner with Katie, JB McGee, and Yesi, and I was sulking and already going through withdrawal of that beast of a man named Aidan!

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Review: Music of the Heart by Katie Ashley



Title: Music of the Heart (Runaway Train #1)

Author: Katie Ashley

Rating: 4/5 Stars

Genre: Contemporary Romance

ISBN: 9781301786459


For Abby Renard, the plan was supposed to be simple—join her brothers’ band on the last leg of their summer tour and decide if she’s finally ready for the limelight by becoming its fourth member. Of course, she never imagined stumbling onto the wrong tour bus at Rock Nation would accidentally land her in the bed of Jake Slater, the notorious womanizing lead singer of Runaway Train. When he mistakes her for one of his groupie’s, Abby quickly lets him know she sure as hell isn’t in his bed on purpose.

Jake Slater never imagined the angel who fell into his bed would resist his charms by promptly kneeing him in the balls. Of course, the fact she seems like a prissy choir girl makes her anything but his type. So he is more than surprised when after betting Abby she wouldn’t last a week on their tour bus, she is more than willing to prove him wrong. But as Jake’s personal life begins to implode around him, he finds an unlikely ally in Abby. He’s never met a woman he can talk to, joke with, or most importantly make music with.

As the week starts comes to a close, neither Abby nor Jake is ready to let go. Can a sweetheart Country songstress and a bad boy of Rock N Roll actually have a future together?

Reaching over, I tapped his chest. “Such a good heart in there.”

His hand closed over mine, and he pressed it flush against his shirt. “You don’t know what it means to me that you’re able to see that through all the bullshit.”

“I see you a lot better than you’d ever imagine.”

“And?” he prompted.

I swallowed hard under the intensity of his stare. “I like what I see. A lot.”

He then brought my hand to his mouth and tenderly brushed his lips across my knuckle.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

My heartbeat thumped like a cannon blast in my ears, and I was sure Jake could hear it. Just when he leaned closer to me, a voice boomed from below the stage, “We’re ready when you are.”

His eyes momentarily closed. “The worst fucking timing,” he grumbled before turning to the guy. “Thanks Joe. We better get this show on the road.”

“Show?” I questioned in a squeak.

Jake turned back to me. “Yeah, last night after your phone conversation with that assmunch—”

“Garrett,” I corrected.

“Whatever. Anyway, I thought about how scared and nervous you were at the prospect of not getting much rehearsal time to duet with the douchebag, so I thought I could help.”

Suddenly Joe was at my side thrusting a microphone into my hand. “Jake, what’s going on?” I asked.

“You’re going to practice your duet to where you’ll be perfect for Sunday night.”

“But how—”

He waved his microphone at me. “We’re going to sing it together.”

“What?” I practically screeched.

Ignoring my shock, he said, “I know it won’t be the same since we’re going to have to use canned music. I mean, the guys wouldn’t have had time to learn the song, but I know all the words.”

I thought back to this morning when he’d had his headphones in, and my heart shuddered to a stop. “You memorized the song?”

“Sure did.” He winked at me. “Lucky for you, I’m a fast learner.”

“I can’t believe it,” I murmured.

Jake grinned as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you ready to rock this arena?”

If I had any doubts before about the depth of my growing feelings for Jake, they evaporated in that moment. I’d been with him for all of forty-eight measly hours, but somehow I had fallen for him. Wait, how was that even possible? I’d always scoffed at the notion of love at first sight. Stuff like that didn’t happen. Sure lust at first sight, but love?


But now as Jake stood before me, I wondered if it could be true. Well, it was partially true since right after I laid eyes on him it wasn’t love, but anger that I felt, especially when I nailed him in the balls.

“Angel, did you hear me?”

“Huh, what?”

“I asked if you were ready?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I cleared my throat and tried to catch my breath. How the hell was I supposed to sing when my breathing was so erratic?

Jake appraised me with a skeptical look. “Are you sure? Your face has turned green like you’re about to puke.”

A giggle escaped my lips, and I covered my mouth. “I guess I’m just nervous.”

Jake’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Seriously? It’s only me here.”

You’re exactly what makes me incredibly nervous. “I know, but I haven’t really done any warm-ups or scales either. I might sound like a sick cow or something.”

He waved the microphone in his hand dismissively at me. “You don’t need to do any of that. I mean, what are rehearsals for, right?”

“If you say so.” I then bobbed my head. “Let’s do it then before I lose my nerve.”

Jake winked at me before calling, “Okay, hit it, Joe.”

Within seconds, the music came blaring through the arena, causing me to jump. Jake brought the microphone to his lips, “I really hate to let this moment go,” he began.

I couldn’t move—it was like I had been shot with a taser gun and was completely paralyzed. I didn’t blink or even draw breath. I just stood staring at Jake as he sang his lyrics with passion and feeling. It was only when he stopped singing that I came back to myself.

“Cut the music!” Jake shouted. Once the song came to a halt, Jake gave me a puzzled look. “What happened?”


“Um, you didn’t chime in with the chorus.”

Oh God. I had been so totally enthralled by Jake’s voice and performance that I had completely forgotten to sing. “I—uh—I guess it was nerves that got to me, and I blanked,” I lied.

With a smile, he reached over and rubbed my arm. “Come on, you don’t need to be nervous. Just tune out everything around us and focus on me and the music.”

Yeah, right, focusing on you was what got me in trouble to start with! I decided it would be better to focus on the music along with the lyrics I should be singing. “Okay. Let’s try it again.”

“Again Joe!” Jake called.

This time I was just as into Jake’s performance as I was before, but I managed to come in with my part at the chorus. When my voice echoed through the auditorium, I jumped, which caused Jake to bust out laughing. “Hey, you totally messed me up this time!”

He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. But if you could have seen the look on your face!”

“Jake,” I growled.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He turned to gaze off the stage. “Sorry Joe. Let’s take it from the top again.”

This time we made it through without any problems. When it came time for me to sing alone, I kept my gaze locked on Jake’s the entire time. The gleam that burned in his eyes made me shudder, but I kept my focus and eventually became entirely lost in the music. The lyrics had so much meaning for what I was experiencing with Jake. I wanted to stay right there in that moment with him for as long as I possibly could.

When the music came to a close, Jake grinned. “You did it, Angel.”


Katie Ashley is the author of the phenomenally successful and stunningly told books, The Proposition and The Proposal. I must mention those two books because they were fantastic reads with well-developed characters. If you haven’t read them, you need to get them on your TBR list now!

Music of the Heart, Ms. Ashley’s newest release, is a tale of a beautiful virgin, who has traveled with her family as missionaries, and a rough- talking manwhore of a rock star. They fall into each other’s lives and go about changing one another. For better or for worse–that is up to the reader to decide.

The heroine is twenty-one-year-old virginal nursing student Abby Reynard. Her three brothers have a successful cross-over Christian band. Therefore, she has grown up around the music industry. Abby was like sunshine on a Sunday afternoon, and she is written as such. She is a sweet and very likable character, but she could have had more of a backbone!” Ask me at that age for a three-way and you are going to get more than a one-line reply. No, the fact that she is a virgin doesn’t excuse her too-good nature. I found Abby to be a very engaging character, but I wanted to slap her and ask her if she missed the disease transmission classes in Nursing School.

Side note, I actually called my niece, who is an RN and a little older than Abby. I described the characters, situation, and planned seduction and asked if she would throw away all of her knowledge for unprotected oral sex with a manwhore who has admittedly slept with hundreds of women. One of these women, Bree, has been sleeping her way through rockers as well. A man who has had sex inebriated on different occasions–hmm how much safe sex was he having? Anyhow, my niece’s response was the same as mine, “You have got to be kidding me?” I simply don’t understand how Abby could be concerned about unprotected sex (unwanted pregnancy) but wasn’t fazed by unprotected oral sex.

Now the hero, Jake, is like an ADHD thunderstorm. He is so emotionally stunted that someone needs to slap him upside the head… hard. Some of you may know the southern expression, “Some people just need killing.” Well Jake just needs repeatedly kicked in the balls with silver-capped, pointed-toed cowboy boots. Are we supposed to forgive Jake the rock star manwhore for being an ass because his mother is dying? I don’t even think his mother would have forgiven him for being an ass to Abby aka Angel. I, as his mother, would have cut him a new one, dying or not, if I knew that because of my diagnosis he decided to get “trashed” and asked a sweet, innocent girl for a three-way. She raised him better than that. Yes, he self-medicates, but man-up Jake! I would have preferred more groveling in his repentance. Jake has walled himself off from any emotional attachments with the opposite sex. He is still that teen boy who was dumped by his first love. Yikes! Abby has her work cut out for her.

What I wish Ms. Ashley would have included more in the book was Abby and Jake’s relationship after his confession to try a relationship. I truly wish Ms. Ashley wouldn’t have fast forwarded the book. I would have liked to have gotten inside their love story. For me to go beyond a sweet, likable character like Abby, I needed more fire in her belly. I needed more glimpses into the inner-Jake, so like Abby, I could forgive him each time “her royal” makes an ass out of himself.

The best, most well-written parts of the book are those of Jake and his mom. In those scenes Ms. Ashley hits a high note, as they are the most moving of the book and written true to life. I recommend Music of the Heart for its cute and funny moments and for those scenes in which Jake’s heart is wrenched from him.


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Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs and one outnumbered cat. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

She spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

She also writes Young Adult fiction under the name Krista Ashe.


SEARCH ME by Katie Ashley ~ Exclusive Excerpt

Search Me

Title:  Search Me
Author:  Katie Ashley
Genre:  New Adult
Expected Publication:  Summer 2013

Heather at Into the Night Book Reviews posted the never-before-seen cover of Katie Ashley’s upcoming book, Search Me.  (BTW, in case you didn’t know Heather is publishing her first book Love Notes in April!)  If you want to read the book synopsis, head on over to Heather’s blog.


~ Excerpt ~

I jogged out of the kitchen and into the garage. When I hopped in the jeep, Maddox asked, “You get the map?”
“Yeah, it’s in my purse.”
He then threw the gear into reverse, sending us flying backward into the driveway. Just as he spun the steering wheel around to straighten up the Jeep, we faced what could only be Jensen’s coal black Mercedes sedan.
“Oh, shit!” I cried. We didn’t face off for long before an arm came out of the passenger side window and pointed a gun at us.
“Duck!” Maddox ordered, and then we both bent double as far as we could. My stomach muscles constricted in agony.
When the bullet pierced the windshield, it sounded like a canon going off all around us. I screamed, startled from the noise and shards of glass falling down on me. After a few breathless seconds, Maddox questioned, “You okay?”
I jerked my head up and gave myself a quick examination. No cuts or blood. “Yeah,” I squeaked.
“Hold on tight.” Maddox gunned the engine, sending us lunging forward past the Mercedes. My heartbeat accelerated with the Jeep’s engine as one of Jensen’s men got another two shots off. Each crack of the gun caused my body to shudder. Thankfully, the bullets didn’t make it through the Jeeps’ metal frame. The tires squealed out of the driveway, kicking up dirt and dust, and we headed on to the main road of the Lauren Valley Hideaway Subdivision. My chest clenched at the site of my house. I wanted nothing more than the safety of the familiar walls. But Maddox sped right past it and decided to ditch the interstate for the heavily tree-lined, traffic-free backwoods roads.
The Jeep careened on and off the pavement while my fingers formed a death grip on the sides of the seat. The woods melted in a blur of emerald greens, sending my stomach rolling and churning. The houses and cabins dotting the landscape started getting fewer and fewer. Maddox made a sharp right turn hoping to lose Jensen, but they fell in behind us.
“Do you have any idea where you’re going?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” he replied, his knuckles white from his too tight hold on the steering wheel. I glanced over at him, and for the first time, I noticed the sweat trickling down his temple and his hardened set jaw. The strain of keeping his emotions in check was completely visible.
If he didn’t know where he was going, I was clueless. Now we’d gone farther past the real estate developments than I’d ever been, and we were deep, deep into the woods. The road was no longer paved, and we tumbled along the gravel and dirt path. I couldn’t make out any houses—instead it was all trees along with a creek rushing along the right side.
Maddox had careened almost past a dirt trail when he whipped the Jeep through some bushes and back onto the path. A horrible screeching noise along with the sound of whooshing air jolted me in my seat. Frantically, I turned to Maddox.
“Dammit, they shot out the back tires!” He glanced left and right before settling on taking the dirt road to the left.
“What are we going to do now? I mean, we kinda need tires in the middle of a car chase!”
Maddox turned to give me a “Keep your hysterical self calm cause I really can’t take your bullshit now!” look. He sucked in a breath before replying, “As soon as the Jeep stops, we jump out and start running like hell into the woods.”
I widened my eyes as icy fear pricked my skin. Running through the woods while trying to dodge a hail of bullets? Was he crazy? It took me a few seconds to find my voice, and even then I could barely choke out, “That’s it? That’s the plan?”
“Look, as soon as I can get some cover behind a downed tree or something, I’ll start returning fire. I’ve got enough ammunition to buy us some time.”
His plan didn’t seem all that comforting. Sure, he had Army training and had parachuted out of planes, but me? I was a helpless and hopeless ballerina! And I was pretty sure I couldn’t pirouette my way out of this one.
A quick peek in the rear view mirror showed Jensen’s car stuck on the same path. His tires spun, sending clumps of mud flying. They started inching forward at the same time I heard the thumping sound of our tires going completely flat.
“Okay, we’re breaking to the right over that hill.” Maddox instructed as he grabbed up his backpack along with a shiny barreled shotgun. “Go!”
My fingers momentarily fumbled with the door handle. Finally, I threw it open. I barely let my feet hit the ground before I started running, darting over tree limbs and logs while trying my best not to slip and fall.
Maddox appeared at my side, pushing me in front of him so he could act as a human shield. The gesture made me feel a little more confident, and I pushed myself to run faster. I didn’t dare look back, and fear gripped me when I heard Jensen’s car screech out of its mud prison and start speeding towards us.
The next sound I heard was the pop of a pistol. I screamed just before Maddox threw us to the ground. Fortunately we landed next to an upturned oak tree whose massive roots stretched six feet in the air. By now, I was so scared I was shaking so hard my teeth were chattering. “Come on!” Maddox ordered, pulling me forward to crawl behind the tree roots. I covered my head with my hands as Jensen and his men started firing rapidly. It sent clods of dirt raining down on us along with exploding tree bark.
I peeked through my hands to see Maddox lifting the shotgun to the base to his shoulder. Tentatively, he peered around the tree roots. Closing one eye, he aimed in the direction of the gunfire and then fired two quick rounds before stopping to reload. Just as he finished putting in the ammunition, his right shoulder jerked back, causing him to drop the gun.
“SHIT!” he shouted, his voice echoing over the ridge.
Horror-stricken, my eyes trailed down to his bicep. The arm of his t-shirt had been ripped by a bullet, and blood oozed from his skin. “Oh my God! They shot you!”
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” he grumbled, pressing his hand tighter against the wound to stop the bleeding. “It’s just a nick. Nothing life threatening.” He grimaced as he tried to reach for the shotgun again. “I better try the pistols.”
Bullets continued to whiz over and around our heads. Maddox groaned and spit out a string of expletives as he reached for his bag with the pistol. I warily eyed the shotgun at his feet. Since I wasn’t raised around guns, I’d never shot one before. I had managed to shoot the fake ones in the game-room at Dave and Buster’s, so how hard could it be?
Before Maddox could protest, I snatched up the shotgun. I steadied myself while taking a deep, calming breath. Copying Maddox, I lifted the gun and aimed, honing in on the shorter of Jensen’s thugs. My finger pulled the trigger just as Maddox demanded, “What the hell?”
The next thing I knew an unseen force sent me flying backwards. The gun dropped from my hands, and I started flailing my arms for balance. But it was no use. My back smacked flat onto the ground.
“Oomph,” I muttered, my breath exhaling out in a harsh pant. Okay, so maybe in my adrenaline rush I’d forgotten about the whole guns having kickback. It wouldn’t be something I would easily forget.
Just as my eyes focused on the blue sky above me, Maddox’s face blocked it out. I stared up at him, his expression was one of utter and complete shock. That’s when I noticed raised voices and swearing across the ridge.
“I’ll be damned,” Maddox muttered, tearing his gaze from mine to stare through the trees.
“What?” I croaked, barely able to breathe let alone talk.
“You hit one…you actually freakin’ hit one!”
It took me a minute to process what he was saying. “You mean I…shot a guy?”
“You sure as hell did! You got the short one in the shoulder.” He reached out his right hand—the one not covered in blood. I grabbed it, and he pulled me to my feet. “We need to make a break for it while they’re distracted with him.” He took a shiny, silver gun from his bag. “Start running, and I’ll cover you.”
I stared open-mouthed at him. “With your bummed up arm?”
He rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I can still shoot.”
I doubted it seriously, but what choice did we have? “Fine. But watch out for yourself, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just get the hell out of here!”
I didn’t bother looking over my shoulder before I started sprinting for the ridge. Fear drove me, my breath coming in frantic gasps and pants. But no matter how hard I ran, it felt like I would never reach the trees. At the sound of gunfire, I jolted to a stop. Panic reverberated through me. Oh God, please don’t let Maddox be hurt! Please don’t let Maddox be…dead! I prayed over and over in my mind as I started running again. I jumped over the rocks and fallen limbs before pressing myself behind a tree to wait for Maddox. Just when I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, he hopped over the ridge.
“Lane?” he questioned in a whisper.
“Right here.”
“I think they’re about to leave Shorty behind to come after us.” He grabbed my hand and jerked me forward. “We gotta haul ass!”
We started running at top speed. It was like an extreme obstacle course where you had to dodge tree limbs, scale small rock formations, and climb steep hills and ridges. After about fifteen minutes, I began to run out of steam. My legs started feeling rubbery, and my lungs burned with every breath. While Maddox powered on full throttle, I started lagging behind. It didn’t take him long to miss me.
He whirled around. “Would you mind picking up the pace a bit? You do remember we have armed men on our asses, right?”
I scowled at him as I fought to catch my breath. “Excuse me Drill Sergeant,” I gasped, “but in case you haven’t noticed…my legs… aren’t as long as yours!” I huffed. After a few long seconds of glaring at each other and wheezing oxygen in and out, I snapped, “Not to mention, I’ve not spent the last year doing military workouts like you have!”
He smirked. “Right, you’ve been doing ballet instead.”
Choosing to ignore his sarcastic attitude, I bent over and propped my elbows on my knees and finally regulated my breathing. “I think it’s safe to say we lost them awhile back.”
Maddox scanned the tree lined embankment. Then he cocked his head to the right and took in the sounds of nature around us—the squirrels scurrying around in the grass coupled with the bird calls from their perches overhead. When he was satisfied that no one was crashing through the woods, he said, “I think you’re right.”
“What happens now? I mean, do we just keep running?”
“At least until we come to a house or business or something.”
I bit my lip to keep from saying that I was pretty sure we were lost out in the middle of nowhere. Not to mention there was probably a pretty good chance we were going to come up on some toothless hillbillies playing the banjo.

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