Tuesday, June 16, 2015



TITLE: Let It Be Me

AUTHOR: Barbara Speak

COVER MODEL: Mac Robinson &

Alexandra Jones

RELEASE DAY: June 16th, 2015

"I love a book that can keep me guessing!

With twists and turns you won't see coming this is a must read for 2015!"

#1 NYT Best Selling Author Rachel Van Dyken


Arianna Dubray is nothing like the girl she left

in Baltimore. Once a Prada shoe wearing, Michael Kors bag carrying, on top of

the world seventeen-year-old girl, Arianna knew that her life would never be

the same when she got out of the car in middle-of-nowhere Montana.

Canyon Michaels is the keeper of his own dark

secrets. Plagued by his family name, he's forced to prove the town wrong and

make it on his own.

The last thing Arianna needs is a reason to stay,

but with every passing day the decision to leave becomes harder. Once their

paths cross nothing can tear them apart, other than the secrets that start to

surface and the nightmares that soon become their reality.

Let it be Me





The truck was just as ugly the

second time I had seen it as it was the first. Nothing was endearing or cute

about it. He must have bought it off an elderly farmer who couldn't drive

anymore because no one would be selling this beast in a car lot that's for

sure. Opening the door, the same wave of stale cigarette smoke hit me. This

time I slid myself over to the passenger side and rolled down the window doing

the same on my side after I was done. The cracking noise could still be heard

when I pulled the door closed too.

"I can't say I expected you

to change while I was in class but it sure would have been nice."

I put the key in the ignition and

turned it over only to hear a click and then nothing.

"NO, NO, NO! Please don't do

this to me!"

Four more attempts with the same

result. Nothing.


I pulled out my phone to call for

someone to get me but that someone didn't exist. He would rather me never come

back. My mother wouldn't dare go against his wishes and Shelby obviously can't


Grabbing my purse and backpack I

started doing the only thing I could, I walked. I tried to find positive in a

negative situation but there really wasn't one. My feet hurt, I was thirsty and

if one more person drove by staring at me without even offering me a ride I was

going to flip out. I thought country people were supposed to be nice. Isn't

that what everyone says? Well, they're wrong or there aren't any in Highgrove,


My cell phone died sometime

around four-thirty. Well, that was the last time I checked it and around

ten minutes later it was dead. I had been walking for over an hour and a half

and saw a total of two cars.


DESERVE THIS?" I screamed it at the top of my lungs hoping God would just

finish the job and take me out of my misery.

All of a sudden, I heard the

engine of a car coming from behind me. This was it. My final hope for humanity

to restore itself. It got closer. I could feel the wind change and the

vibration within it.

"Please, please be someone

nice enough to give me a ride or someone crazy enough to off me ‘cause I can't

take this anymore."

I turned around just as the truck

approached me praying for a miracle but sure enough the prick kept his foot on

the pedal.

"That's fucking it!"

I grabbed a handful of rocks from

the side of the road and threw them right at that pretty truck he was driving.

"Have that, asshole!"

The brake lights came on just as

the clang from the rocks started hitting the tailgate. The tires screamed

against the blacktop while the back end kicked to the side from stopping so

fast. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when the driver side door flew



And oh shit was mild compared to

what I would have said if I had known who the fury coming at me was before I

decided to throw rocks at his truck. How could I not have thought it was him? I

had seen that truck before.







I can't believe I did it. Never in

a million years would I have ever even thought to do something like this but I

reached down in my rage, grabbed a handful of rocks again and threw them right

at his chest. Wall of muscle or not he could take that and suck on it.


"John, is it? Well, John, let me try this again. My name is

Canyon Michaels. My house is the last one you pass before you get here from

town. Your daughter seemed to be desperate for someone's attention and decided

her only option at the time was to throw rocks at my truck. Now, I could make

you pay for it, but I think a better lesson for Ari here is to work it off."

John openly laughed. Loud. "You want her to work?

Seriously? She doesn't have a clue how to do anything for herself other than

screw up."

Canyon's hands began to flex into fists and the light in his

eyes left. "Well, it can go my way or yours. She can work every day after

school on my ranch or you can go inside and get your wallet to pay me in cash.

It's up to you."

My jaw fell to the ground. As much of an ass as my step-dick

was, he was also right. I didn't have a clue what to do on a farm and there was

absolutely no way in hell I was shoveling crap.

"You got yourself a deal."

I didn't know which way John was going with this but regardless

I was going to suffer from my actions once again. "What will it be? Work

or cash?"

"Oh, she can work. I'm not paying a damn dime for this one.

She's already cost us everything." He looked over at me with disdain.

"Have you told your new friend here about that yet? I bet not. Well there,

I gave you something to talk about while you shovel shit. Ha! This is priceless!"

My step-dick had proved what a dick he actually was as he walked

back into the house laughing, leaving me to face Canyon. I couldn't. I stared

at the ground while I heard the crunch of gravel under his shoes as he

approached me.

The tips of his red Nike shocks were now all I could see before

his finger came to rest under my chin and forced me to look up at him. The long

journey up his body brought me to his black workout pants first, then the red

t-shirt that clung to his body perfectly until his sharp jaw, amazing lips and

finally those eyes were all I could see.

"Don't, Arianna," was all I kept repeating in my head.

He's nothing but another man that can hurt you.

"Are you okay?"

Damn, why did he have to ask that? Letting my eyes fall, I

thought to myself, “No, I am not okay. Did you not just hear what I deal with

every day?” How could I even answer that question?

"Hey, look at me. Please?"

My eyes came back to his but I was done. Spent. I didn't want to

do anything but go inside and cry myself to sleep. "Don't let him do this

to you. Don't let it break you."

"You don't understand."

"I do. More than you could ever know."

I went to speak again but Canyon cut me off.

"I did this for you, you know. I saw what you have here and

was trying to get you out, not make things harder. That man would never want to

pay and I knew it. Now you can spend every day away from this."

"But it will never end..."

A tear slid down my face at the same time his thumb wiped it



will. Someday it will."

About The Author:


Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and

thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring

for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She

has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the

beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.

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