Cabin Fever

By Shae Shannon

A betrayal from the two people closest to her sends Jammi Price on the road to only place she ever experienced solace—a cabin her late aunt left to her. After a slick winter road and a long walk in the rain, Jammi finds herself face to face with 'Mr. Sexy Cowboy'. 

Justin Henshall is no stranger to having life turned upside down. When his world fell apart, Mrs. Price stepped in, providing the love, comfort, and security to make him the man he currently was. After her death, Justin is hell bent on keeping the only place he ever felt safe. 

One trip in the snow and a broken ankle forces Justin to step up and take care of the little spitfire he so tried to avoid. Instead of the stuck up spoiled brat he had anticipated, he begins to see the true beauty she is, cracking the wall around his heart. 

A friendly poker game with his childhood buddies pushes him to claim what is his - Jammi. When clothes start to fly, Justin takes matters into his own hands and gives her a night filled with wild passion, laying his cards on the table. But… is it all just a huge bluff? 

When romance begins to bloom, will Justin be able to keep all he holds dear, or will Jammi be able to show him home is where the heart is? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: willow brooke
• Release date: Feb 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386639442

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Dedication

To my amazing family - Thank you for accepting me for who and what I am, giving me the support and courage to follow my dreams, and for making me a part of your life. 

Gracie Meadows and Jess Buffett, thank you for all of the late night writing help, support, and endless times you have shoved me over each hurdle I faced. You are my partners in crime and the sisters I have always wanted. 

I couldn’t be where I am today without the amazing people who created such a perfect company.  Jana, Michelle, and Caroline, you are all the best bosses a person could ask for, but also the best friends I have ever had.  I am truly blessed to have met you all. 

All of the authors in the JK family are the best.  You all are my dearest friends and I love you all.  Thank you for always being there and being my amazing extended family. 

Chapter One

The road twisted and curved ahead, winding in corners so sharp they met themselves.  Jammi Price strained to see the road through the sheet of rain that came down, gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were painfully white.  She had been driving for eighteen hours straight, with only thirty miles left to go before she arrived at her late aunt's cabin in the mountains of Tennessee.  After she had been laid off at her job without warning, going home to find her live-in fiancé in bed with her best friend, running was the only thing she could do to prevent going on a killing spree and winding up in jail for the rest of her life.  It had been the monster of all shitty days, and now she was on a slippery road away from her slippery past.  Being single was freeing... invigorating...motivating—and scary as shit. 

Her wipers were on high speed, and yet there was a sheet so thick it was like a waterfall pounding against her windshield.  She squinted to see past the hood of the car, slowing to an almost crawl.  It took every ounce of concentration she had left to stay on the road, and with every passing mile she thanked the Lord above for the guardrail.  On one side was a cliff, and on her side was a drop off with no end in sight.  It was the most intimidating road she had ever been on in all of her twenty-eight years.

Jammi pondered her life, going over the ‘if's’ and ‘why didn't I's’ the entire trip.  She had no collage degree, besides a few hours at the community building in the small town she had grown up in.  Friendship, Texas, wasn't known for much of anything.  The jobs were all blue collar with no extra education needed unless you moved a hundred miles in any direction.  She had planned on staying there forever, just like her parents had, and some day settling down to have a family and plant roots with Danny Lawson.  So much for that idea. Now, the open road was the door to new opportunities, and she was in the prime of her life.  This little thought fueled her to press on, giving her the ray of positivity to bring a small little smile to her face. 

With only five miles left to go, Jammi eased down the road, remaining in a hydroplane most of the way.  When her tires hit something that had floated into her lane, she set off in a dead spin.  Shit!  Just like her daddy had taught her, she turned the wheel in an attempt to correct the wheels and get the vehicle to a stop.  She watched as the edge moved in closer and closer, sending her heart up into her throat.  If she didn't get stopped now, she was going to slam into the guardrail.  Please let it hold up!  Her voice squeaked the moment her front bumper made contact with the metal.  Three more times she turned, smashing against the tiny barrier that kept her from pummeling over the side to instant death.  She finally screeched to a stop, just as the car made a clunking noise and shut off.  Her first reaction was relief that she had survived and was alive.  Oh my God.  Thank you, Jesus.  Her head leaned back against the headrest.  Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks in rivers of relief. 

The throbbing in her fingers came to her attention as she unlocked the death grip she had on the steering wheel.  Wiggling and rubbing each hand, she tried to work blood back into them to help with the ache.  If it weren't such a dangerous spot, Jammi would have been half tempted to recline her seat back and sleep in her car until daylight.  As the weather stood, there was no telling if or when the mud slides and drain off would gush over the side of the cliff, and take her with it.  Plus, with her being on the bend of a rather nasty curve, any passerby could slam into her and send her tumbling over the edge.

Rubbing the tears away, she sat back up and cranked the ignition.  The first crank resulted in a few sputtering sounds, then nothing.  Her second attempt was about the same, and the third it refused to even turn over.  Shitty-shitballs! she yelled in frustration.  Great!  I get to walk in a downpour on this twisted, dark, spooky ass road and hope I don't get hit by a friggin' Mack truck.  This day keeps getting better and better!  With one final pound to the steering wheel, she unbuckled and turned to the back seat, rummaging for her raincoat buried in the over-stuffed trash bags that held everything she owned.  After tearing holes in four bags, she spotted the bright pink plastic material and yanked it out the side, shredding the bag in two.  Ughhh!  Coat in hand and her cell tucked safely in her bra to keep it dry, she grabbed her keys and suited up.  With any luck, the coat would keep her from getting totally soaked to the bone and she wouldn't catch pneumonia before she found the small amount of civilization that lay only half a mile from her destination. 

On the count of three, she opened the door and stepped out into the torrential downpour.  Her feet were soaked through before she could even step away from the car.  With a small shoulder on each side of the road, she knew it was either hurry or risk becoming road kill.  The water sloshed up to her knees, making the trek even more rugged.  Lord, please don't let this be how I die.  If it is my time, let me go out more gracefully.  I don't want to fall to my death from the bumper of a vehicle or from pneumonia.  Send lightning or something that will be fast and painless.  She spoke to the darkness, wishing now she would have grabbed the flashlight out of the glove box.  The car was at least half a mile back, and there was no way in hell she was going back to get it.  The pitch-blackness started screwing with her mind, setting fear into her gut.