Crash Into Me: Twist of Fate

By nancy beaudet

For twenty-four-year-old Winifred, she never expected her knight in shining amour to arrive in blue jeans during a snow storm. That's exactly what happens one night when Winnie finds herself in need of a handsome saviour and a ride home from work. Reeves Cooper is more than willing to do either. He's never met a girl like Winnie before; a cute young woman matching him in sarcastic remarks. Is Winnie safe with Reeves? What about that old saying, don't talk to strangers? A lot can happen in a few hours, especially when two souls crash into each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: nancy beaudet
• Release date: Nov 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393106371

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Twists of Fate Series

Crash into Me

Nancy Beaudet

Crash into You

Written and Created by Nancy Beaudet

Cover Art by 4 Paws Games and Publishing

Copyright © 2016 by Nancy Beaudet  All Rights Reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission.

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Nancy Beaudet

204 50 McLean Street

Red Deer, Alberta. T4R 1W7

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

During the week in which I started and finished Crash into Me (the first time that I ever wrote and completed a story that fast, I promise it will likely never happen again), I was doing what I do every week, working full time as head cashier at a hardware store. Not everyone is bad, not everyone is mean, but sometimes people are. Sometimes you just want someone or something to rescue you from the mundane and pull you away. I wrote Crash into Me because I think the best friendships and relationships come from those that you’ve been in the trenches with.

I’ve never had a big group of female friends that I trusted, loved. and could laugh endlessly with about seriously inappropriate topics. Right now. I’m lucky enough to have that. I’m lucky to have found people that I relate to. The girls I work with and have worked with, kept me alive and breathing when I was depressed and drowning. I wrote this for all of them because there is Winnie in all of us looking for her Reeves, a knight in tight blue jeans. We all like to daydream and I hope this story takes you away....

Real love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes. Until there’s nothing left.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

For Mandy,

because you saved me.

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Nancy’s Other Books

Trapped in Three Hill Series

# 1: Ache for You

# 2: Anything for You

Twists of Fate Series

Crash into Me

Remember Me Now, Part 1

The Merman (coming soon)

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Table of Contents

Marks of Failed Bravery

Winnie

Fly Away Free

Break Me, Take Me

Wildest Dreams

Dare

Breaking Sticks

Wow

What Hurts Worse?

Always

Just Give In

Vomit

Twisted

Just a Guess

Baby Steps

All for Me

Only Words

Scream Like You Mean It

Depend on You

Waste Away

Breaking Hours

Moment of Real Fear

What Really Hurts

Back Again

The Final Chapter

Marks of Failed Bravery

Winnie

W ell if something doesn 't scan, then that means it's free!! I heard this threat so many times a day. It had long since stopped being something that I could just smile and nod away. I still tried. Oh, believe me. I tried . I deserve a sticker or a double chocolate chip cookie if you ask me.

Mostly because I have been trying since I started working at Downtown Debris, three years ago today.

Working with the public is not easy.

Nope.

You must be on point Every. Single. Day. You must smile and trade fake pleasantries. You can’t look crabby or tired or like you really want to throttle the good-smelling-guy who keeps getting snippy about his change being off by One. Freaking. Penny.

We don’t even use pennies anymore and I once witnessed a man, back when I was working at Walmands the grocery emporium. Wait fifteen minutes in a long ass return line because the cashier shorted him three cents. Three. Freaking. Cents.

Who does that?

Mean people laced with ignorance that’s who does something like that. They are no different from the woman who stormed into Downtown Debris tonight already angry, mumbling to herself as I did my job by offering a warm welcome. She grabbed a cart and gave me a dirty look.

I simply smiled and nodded.

Watching as she took off towards the clothing department. Downtown Debris is a store made up of about five departments. We have a clothing section which contains a lot of camo and plaid.

I’ve recently become addicted to pink camo and bought the most comfortable sweat pants, so stop judging. The next department is the manliest of all the sections. We sell tools, and a lot of them. Not that women don’t also know how to use drills and grease guns.

Just not this woman (me).

Anyway, we also have an automotive department and a small selection of seasonal equipment. In the winter time (like right now) it’s all shovels and ice melt. In the summer, it’s all plants and dirt and buckets of fish soil. God that stuff smells awful! Oh, and we sell candy! Lots of it. The front of the Double D where the cashiers live is also a small grocery store that only sells sugar and potato chips. We’re in charge of all of that. We take care of it by refilling the display cases and eating whatever goes bad.

Yup.

It’s a hard job but somebody’s got to do it. I haven’t really moved so much as an inch when the miserable looking woman comes back. Her cart is full of crap, some of it is super expensive.

I see a few shovels, some of the small packages of treats for cats (our pet department is almost non-existent. That’s why I didn’t mention it). She’s also got a step stool, a bunch of stuff from auto in huge white pails. A woman’s winter jacket and a few pairs of real rabbit fur moccasins.

Those are super expensive and one of our most stolen items.

Hi, how are you? I must practically bend in two to reach down and scan what I need to. I’m trapped behind a horseshoe shaped till that has been raised a good foot off the ground. It makes me look super tall