Novel & Cerita American Dirt Audiobook

Reviewed by Pikasho Deka for Readers’ Favorite Coming Home by AM Sams follows the story of two neighboring families in Wyoming whose lives become intertwined under extraordinary circumstances. Cortland is one of the four Carter brothers overseeing the large Carter family ranch. He is determined to get back his family's mineral and water rights that his grandfather lost in a poker game to his neighbor, Mr. Mowery. Meanwhile, Mowery's granddaughter, Austin, is back in Wyoming, eager to rectify her family's mistakes and return the water rights of the original owners. When Cortland meets Austin, both feel an intense mutual attraction that develops into a full-blown love affair. But Cortland's tr

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

“Nothing will change our friendship.” I wanted to believe her, but I knew better. Life was already shifting its plates. I couldn’t anchor her to my sinking ship. After seven days of borrowed peace, I knew I couldn’t hide forever. With a deep breath, I switched my phone back on ignoring the flood of notifications and headed home. The house looked the same. Imposing. Silent. I knocked, the sound unnaturally loud. After a long moment, Ama, our house help, opened the door, blinking sleep from her eyes.

Of course, real scouting skills were superfluous in a place as tame as Lonesome Dove, but Call still liked to get out at night, sniff the breeze and let the country talk. The country talked quiet; one human voice could drown it out, particularly if it was a voice as loud as Augustus McCrae’s. Augustus was notorious all over Texas for the strength of his voice. On a still night he could be heard at least a mile, even if he was more or less whispering. Call did his best to get out of range of

“Love you, too.” I end the call and walk down the block to my car. My new car, which I bought only a week ago. It’s a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and I love it. The four-wheel drive will come in handy in the snow, that’s for sure. Summer is just now coming to an end, and while I’m not looking forward to the cold, Midwest winter, I might be a little excited to try out just how well the Jeep handles.

Once I am in there, I see some clothes on the bed which I am guessing are for me so put them on, but I want to go for a run I mean I know I should not, but I just cannot help myself. I slowly make my way towards the door and walk out seeing if there is anyone around, which there is not I go back the way Seth brought me and find my way to the front door. Once I am outside, I go towards the woods and quickly turn into my horse, Blue. I take off in a full-blown gallop and can feel the wind in my mane and tail, I love every minute of it. I was out for around 20 minutes before I heard it, a twig snapping somewhere in the distance, with no idea what it is I turn to go back to the house, but that i

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

“My car’s engine seems to have an issue. It needs to be checked and repaired.” There was no response. The heat was stifling, and I was growing impatient. I muttered under my breath, “What kind of repair shop doesn’t have anyone around?” “Who says there’s no one here? I’m right in front of you.” I was about to leave when a deep, strong voice startled me from behind. I turned around but didn’t see anyone. “Over here.” I finally spotted a rugged man, covered in grease, crawling out from under a wrecked car.

I have been good at repressing them but now that my life is at peace they have begun to intrude much more frequently. My father’s family is filled with a bunch of bad characters. The kind of people who do drugs and prostitute their bodies. The kind that would steal from their own family and abuse their own children. The kinds of people that make up the worst of the worst of society. My father was not a bad person, he was just absent. Always at work or gone living his own life. His younger brother Pete, on the other hand was a despicable person. I loved him at first, when he first showed up at our house after being gone traveling for many years. I remember meeting him and him showing up with

The air still carried the scent of smoke and fearfulness. Each breath taken was covered with memories of the Purge—the smoke that remains, the sting of betrayal, the metallic taste of blood. Lydia moved softly through the landscape like a slender flexible structure, her bare feet made no sound, her wolf vibrating beneath her skin. The forest had transformed; it no longer had that feeling of energy. Instead, it softly called her name.