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She had years of experience as a corporate executive, and a farm was just a business --- Wasn't it?
- As a corporate vice president, Jet expected treachery in the business world, but not from the father she adored. In life, he had been her faithful companion. In death, he became her worst enemy. His will had stripped her of her home, her wealth, and her position in his company. With her future uncertain and her finances low, Jet leaves the home of her youth to take possession of her only inheritance – Twin Brooks Farm. Undaunted by the challenges of managing corporate affairs, fearless in her dealings on Wall Street, Jet had been accustomed to success, but as a fledgling farmer, she encounters nothing but theft, repeated accidents, failure, and frustration. An accident, however, is a one-time occurrence. Two or three accidents become a coincidence. Beyond coincidence is a streak of bad luck. A step beyond bad luck is a driving force; a living, planning enemy determined to bring about failure. Could Jet actually find peace with her father’s memory and the reason for his betrayal? Could a city girl find love with a strong willed farmhand that could neither hear nor speak, and could she unravel the mystery behind Twin Brooks Farm before that unseen enemy decided that it was time for her to die? *******Available on Amazon for PC as well as the Kindle for just $0.99. Click on the tumbnail for details. *******To read the first 3 chapters of Only the Best click the link below.
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How can you get anything done? I’d watch them all day.
We do spend a lot of time playing with them, but they all seem to sleep at the same time. Now that Lil’ Red is older, she isn’t as hyper and snoozes most of the afternoon, but because our tiny Jazzy (Jasper) was so ill, he got really spoiled, by humans and cats alike. He can be quite a handful. He likes to stand on his hind legs and stick his claws into things. I have rescued him from screens, drawers, cabinet latches, and even door hinges. If Jazzy starts to cry, I have to drop anything I’m doing, because I can guarantee that he’s hanging someplace by a claw.
Awww…no wonder he is spoiled!