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200 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 20, 2014
The fenced area held his gazebo and tiny patch of grass that he prided himself in keeping emerald green long after most let theirs go to yellow and led to the backdoor of his home.The lack of proper editing was apparent elsewhere, too. When describing his home, he said he still owed $150,000 on his truck:
He owned his own truck, a 2009 dark red Peterbilt he'd lovingly named Vince for the lead singer of his favorite band. Vince sang the song as all eighteen wheels made it into the town where he grew up and where his house sat abandoned most of the time. This time it was because he was taking any load of cargo he could to hurry along paying off the hundred and fifty thousand he still owed to the bank on Vince.Once he star A few pages later he said:
Now that his truck was paid off he could be home more but he didn't plan to have it parked all the time, either.This is in the present day, not a flashback, with consecutive actions.
"You got it, baby. Besides, my life only began a few minutes ago, when you came back into it."I think the whole BDSM thing detracts from the story. There's good suspense in that I keep thinking something is going to happen when someone knocks on the door or whatever, but nothing ever does. Instead we get yet another sex scene. Way too much sex now. Some of them were important to the plot but now they aren't.
Bobby grinned wide. "Fucking writers and your pretty words."
"That was good right? I gotta remember that one."