I knew Uncle Buckster’s pranks were
far from over when I’d spotted the welcome mat in front of his
tombstone. He’d made sure the forceful winds wouldn’t blow it away
by securely pinning a railroad spike at each corner. He’d always
been a neat-freak.
Killed in a rodeo accident three days
earlier, my uncle wasn’t ready to give up on life, love, or
adventures. I knew this to be a fact. Uncle Buckster had already
died three times in the past ten years. I couldn’t help but wonder
what stipulation he’d put in his will for me this time.
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Content: Sensual Romance