Spotlight & Giveaway: Montana Son by Juanita Kees

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Juanita Kees to HJ!

Hi Juanita and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Montana Son!

To start off, can you please tell us a little bit about this book?:

Montana bad boy, Mason Calhoun, is shouldering the blame for the death of his younger brother, Mitch. He’s mellowed a little with the help of his family from book 1, Montana Baby and Book 2, Montana Daughter. But before he can truly live again, he must forgive himself, and there is only one person who can help him do that…the girl he was with that fateful night. But Paige Drew is fighting her own demons and battles as she returns to Bigfork, the town and the people she’s always loved. Together they must lay the ghosts to rest and learn to love again.
 

Please share your favorite lines or quote(s) from this book:

Silence. No friendly, “Hello, how are you?” or flirting or teasing the way he might have before. Only silence, deep breathing dying on the other end of the line.

A neatly trimmed beard edged his jaw. It suited him, added to that broody look he owned so well. Aged him a little in the nicest way. Made her want to reach out and hold his face in her hands.

She closed the door, her heart jumping into her throat as the space revealed Mason with his arms resting on the fender, flicking away an invisible speck of dust on the hood, his gym bag beside him. “God damn you, Mase. What are you? Part panther?”
He stole the rest of her breath with a quick smile. Mason pushed up off the pickup. “I’ve been known to purr.”

The Mason she’d left behind had been little more than a young adult, testing the boundaries of life, dealing with the consequences. The broken man behind the wheel of his father’s truck still wore the scars.

What inspired this book?

• Limits: the working title was Burnout – a state of mind Mason and I shared at the time of writing this book.
• Growth: Mason made his first appearance in Book 1, Montana Baby. Anger fueled by guilt, frustration wrought by his actions…from the moment he lifted his sledgehammer, I knew he needed his own story.
• Forgiveness: finding it in one’s heart to forgive when actions have changed people’s lives forever
• Endurance: in good times and bad, the endurance of love and family is everything.
• Family: the Calhouns of Montana are the kind of family everyone wants on their side. They’re honorable, forgiving, kind and always there when a crisis affects one of their own.

How did you ‘get to know’ your main characters? Did they ever surprise you?

Mason was a complex character who took many rounds of edits to unravel. It took three books to get a handle on him because he grew between book 1, Montana Baby and book 2, Montana Daughter. By the time he got his own story, I was already dealing with a different man. That surprised me.
Paige Drew wasn’t meant to be a complex character, but once I started peeling back her layers, she surprised me with her depth and strength.

What was your favorite scene to write?

In book 2, Montana Daughter, I introduced a young character named Ty. He and Mason had more in common than they expected to have. Both had loved and lost people who were important to them. Ty and Mason’s relationship had a lot to do with healing for both of them. My favourite scene was this one, where Ty and Mason could easily pass as brothers with their attitude hiding their pain:

Around the side of the house, he lined up a shot at the hoop. It landed dead center, the hoop shivering as it dropped though the net. Mason caught the ball and aimed for another, wondering how many shots it would take to snag the boy’s curiosity. A swish of wheels down the newly constructed chair ramp told him Ty had taken the bait.
“That’s my ball.”
Mason studied it between his hands. “It’s a good ball. The brand of champions. Found it in the barn.” He tossed it at the hoop. The ball rebounded, but he caught it.
“You missed.”
“I did.” Mason shot again and the ball fell through the net.
“You can’t play with my ball.”
“Why not? It’s not like you’re playing with it. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been in a box in the barn.”
“I can’t play with it.” His belligerent tone added a silent asshole. “Because I’m in a wheelchair.” He yelled the last word, bringing Trinity and Paige rushing to the porch rail.
Mason raised his eyebrow. “Really? Because some of my favorite players are wheelchair-bound.” He tucked the ball under his arm and ticked their names off on his fingers as he called them out. Then he took a chance he hoped his sister wouldn’t punch him for. He pushed the ball out from his chest with both hands, shooting it in Ty’s direction. The boy caught it instinctively. “See? Nothing wrong with your hands now, is there? Want to shoot some hoops?”

What was the most difficult scene to write?

Wait … let me count! 🙂 The hardest scenes to write were the ones where Paige and Mason had to ‘feel’ their way around each other. I had to get the balance of push and pull just right with the history between them.
He stood so close, she could smell his cologne, feel his heat and the pull she’d always experienced in his space. That need to lean into him and make contact with every curve the way she used to. In the days when he’d been her friend, her lover, her rock during those arguments with her parents. But he wasn’t hers to do that with anymore.

Would you say this book showcases your writing style or is it a departure for you?

Writing about love, forgiveness and the importance of family has certainly developed into a style for me with my contemporary small town stories. It provides a break from the intensity and reality of my romantic suspense novels. I like the balance between the two. Writing romantic suspense terrifies me sometimes when I realize how dark my mind can be, so writing gentle, family-focused small town stories brings a little sweetness to my thoughts.

What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

That no matter how bad things get, family is everything, and family doesn’t always mean only blood and DNA.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

After the release of my small town story, Promise Me Forever this February, I’m currently working on three books: a women’s fiction, a romantic suspense, and a sweet small town story with a ghostly twist.

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Excerpt from Montana Son:

Paige gripped the arms of the brown leather chair, torn between regret and disbelief. She’d given the last six years of her life to the track. Traveled too many miles to count, slept in weird and wonderful places along the road, sweltered in the heat of track garages, and felt the bite of the wind and the sun many a time in the alleyways of pit lane. And now it was all over. Done. Dusted. A checkered flag on another chapter in the life of Paige Drew.
“I’m sorry.” Team owner, Danny Rubio, leaned back against the desk in the team haul truck, the monitor behind him replaying yesterday’s race. “There’s a fishing cabin in Jacksonville with my name on it, and Iannello Racing made me an offer I can’t refuse. He’s keeping a few key people on staff, but, unfortunately, he’s retiring the team until next season when he can replace the main driver. We’re done until next year.”
“Understood.”
Disappointment hit hard and heavy in her belly. This was about more than losing a job and an income. The team had been her family ever since she and Trinity Calhoun had joined Rubio Racing. But Danny hadn’t been able to find a suitable driver to take Trinity’s place after she’d retired to spend time with her father at home in Montana. Not this late in the season when everyone was already contracted to other teams.
Paige still couldn’t believe that Marty Calhoun had Parkinson’s disease. He’d always been such a strong man, the anchor and center of his family, raising five children as a single dad. Six, if she counted Mitch. The familiar pain and surge of guilt that came with remembering Mitch’s death coursed through her.
She’d grown up with the Calhoun siblings, had been a part of their family since she and Trinity had become friends in kindergarten. Marty had been more present in her life as a father than her own.
The team changes brought with it the opportunity for Paige to go home and spend some time with him too. But going home would mean having to face Mason again. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for that. Not when, the last time she’d seen him, he’d been torn apart with grief and guilt over the accident that had killed his younger brother. An accident that had been her fault.
“Paige,” Danny said, drawing her attention back to the present. “It wasn’t an easy decision to make, I can promise you that. I’ve been at this game a long time. But now it’s time for me to move on and for the team to make a fresh start.”
His words brought little comfort even though she understood. The race circuit was competitive, exhausting, and draining, as much as it was rewarding.
“When will we know who Iannello’s keeping on the crew?” Paige would miss the track if she wasn’t chosen. The passion and drive. The thrill of the next race. The excitement over new engineering. The joy of a win, a number one spot on the board.
“His legal team will be writing up contracts and an action plan as soon as the sale is finalized. He’s promised me that team members will be notified before the end of summer about who will be offered positions on the crew. In case he lets you go, I’ve got a list of teams you can apply to who might be looking for crew next season. I’ll be happy to give you a good reference.” Danny ripped a page from his pad and held it out to her.
Paige took it, folded it neatly into a small square and tucked it into the top pocket of her overalls. “Thank you.”
“You’ve been an asset to this team, Paige. As soon as the deal settles, there’ll be a nice bonus hitting your bank account. It should tide you over well into next season, or at least until you find you something new. I wanted to make sure everyone on the team was taken care of.”
“Thank you, Danny. I appreciate it.”
“I’m gonna miss you, kid.” Danny held out his arms.
Paige stood and went into them, welcoming the warmth of his bear hug. She’d miss the gentle giant of a man who’d taken her and Trinity under his wing and treated them like the daughters he’d never had. Tears burned her eyes. Sadness choked her throat. The end of an era, an adventure, while the future stretched uncertainly before her. What would she do if Iannello didn’t give her a job on the team? Would she accept it if he did? What would she do until he’d decided? The questions rolled around in her head, finding only more questions and no real answers.
There were so many reasons she should go home to Montana to face the past, see her parents, try to make peace with them over the events that had led to Mitch’s death. To stop being the outcast banned from the family home. Surely the years between them had been time enough for them to think, to forgive.
“You’re welcome to come up to the cabin and throw a line in any time. There’ll always be a spare fishing pole for you.” Danny kissed her forehead and held her away. “This isn’t the end for you, Paige. It’s the beginning of something new. Go out there and find your dream. If the circuit isn’t it, go looking for what it is you do want. Promise me you’ll do that.”
Paige nodded. “I promise.”
“Good girl.” He squeezed her arms. “I wish there was a way to make this easier.”
“You’ve got to do what makes you happy too. It’s been a good run.”
“It has. I’m damn lucky to have had this team, but these old bones are tired now, and I want to enjoy some fly-fishing before God puts my name on a wooden box. Life is short, Paige, you know that. We need to embrace it, not spend time wondering what could have been or wishing we’d done things differently. We need to get up off our asses and live.” He sighed. “But first, I’ve got to do what I have to do. Send in Alvarez on your way out, and I’ll see you at the wrap-up dinner tonight, okay?”
“Okay.”
Paige wiped away the remnants of tears on the sleeve of her team shirt and exited the truck. The team huddled around outside, their conversations hushed, their mood somber. “You’re up next, Alvarez.” She touched the team spotter on his shoulder.
They all knew what they were here for. Rumors flew faster around the track than the cars did. There’d been rumors about Danny retiring for years, but the track was his life, his breath, so no one had taken them seriously. Until now.
Turning away, she walked past pit lane, up the stairs into the spectator stand and found a spot on the roof overlooking the empty track. Below, a few teams lingered, packing up, cleaning out, moving equipment about. The close of the season and the end of the road for Team Rubio. It didn’t feel real.
Paige fished her phone from her pocket and traced the unlock passkey pattern. She scrolled through her contacts until she stopped at her mom’s number the way she had many times in the past, a conflict of emotions tangling in her belly. Sadness, regret, guilt, longing for the way things used to be. They’d never been close, but the accident had only driven them further apart.
Hesitation had her finger hovering the way it always did. What did you say to someone after so many years of cold silence? Hey, Mom, I’m coming home for a while. Can we bury all the old hurt, the blame? Forgive and start over?
There would be no forgiveness for the major moving traffic violation that had linked the name of the sheriff’s daughter to the man up on charges of reckless driving and negligent homicide. Not even when the reckless driving charge had been downgraded to driving without due care and attention. Nor would there be forgiveness that the Department of Education had reviewed her mother’s position as principal of her high school in Kalispell as parents had questioned her suitability as the educator responsible for their children’s futures.
What message does it send to my students, Paige? If my own child is making reckless decisions that might lead to a criminal record, it undermines my authority as principal to my pupils. Can you think about us instead of yourself for once?
She had thought about them, about the impact of her actions on their important roles in the community. She’d thought even more about Marty Calhoun and how she’d stolen someone precious from him when his family had already lost so much. Her heart had shattered to see Mason broken and the Calhouns torn apart by grief.
Yet, through it all, Marty had been the one to hold her when she cried, to comfort her when the reality of what had happened came crashing down, just as he’d held his own children through those awful months.
And then they’d scattered in the wake of the aftermath, under the weight of gossip, blame, and shame. Mason had disappeared into the mountains after serving a six-month sentence under house arrest for the negligent homicide charge, losing his license for a year, and paying his ten-thousand-dollar fine. The sentence he’d given himself had been far more punishing than any court could deliver.
His sister, Grace, had left, unable to come to terms with what had happened. Paige and Trinity had found solace at the track, a decision that caused even more gossip and criticism, and had made Paige’s parents distance themselves even further.
Choices. Consequences. Paige scrolled past “M” to Trinity’s number. She pressed the green button to dial her friend and waited.
“Trinity’s phone.” The voice that answered came down the line, out of breath, angry, sexy, throaty.
A voice Paige knew too well, the sound embedded in memories from a time when life had been less complicated. One she hadn’t heard in six long years. “Mason.” His name came out strangled from her lips.
Silence. No friendly, “Hello, how are you?” or flirting or teasing the way he might have before. Only silence, deep breathing dying on the other end of the line. An ache started in her belly and rose to her throat, her own words freezing on her tongue. Damn it, why did Mason have to answer Trinity’s phone? The sound of his voice tilted her precariously balanced universe on its axis, in a different way to how it used to, the warmth missing from his tone.
“Paige. Hold on.”
Paige listened to the rustle of the phone being passed along, the low murmur of words she couldn’t catch, then Trinity’s voice soft and gentle in her ear.
“Hey, stranger, where have you been? It’s been ages.”
Paige shifted on her feet, shaking off thoughts of Mason, reaching for humor and less shaky ground. “It was a week ago, and I think you were too deliriously drunk on love to remember.” She loved how happy Trinity sounded, totally besotted with her rescue angel, Reece Balmain and his godson, Tyler. “How come Mason answered your phone?”
“My hands were covered in grease. So, what’s cooking at your end of the world?”
“Danny’s sold the team to Iannello Racing. He’s retiring.” The impact of Danny’s decision began to sink in, moving from surreal to reality. If she didn’t get picked, there’d be no team, no track, no more seasons in pit lane.
Seconds ticked by before Trinity responded, surprise putting hesitation in her words. “That’s a huge decision. Nobody ever really believed Danny would retire.”
“Iannello made him a good offer. He’s bought that fishing cabin he’s always wanted. There’s a decent bonus for the team, but he’s letting us go.”
“Iannello isn’t taking the crew?”
Paige leaned on the wall overlooking the track, her soul empty. The reality of Danny making the end of Rubio Racing official opened a gaping maw in her future. Where to go from here? “A few key people up front. The rest of us won’t know for certain until the deal goes through. And, even then, only some of us will make the selection for pit crew.”
“Well, that sucks. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Maybe take a vacation? I’d like to come home for a few days. I think it’s time to settle unfinished business, but I’m not so sure it’s the right move.” Paige ran her finger over a chip in the edge of the wall, doubt gnawing at her thoughts. “How can I come back to Bigfork when I’ve alienated my parents, and Mason still hates me?”
“First up, your parents alienated you, not the other way around. Second, Mason’s never hated you for what happened that day, Paige. He’s been too busy blaming himself.” Trinity hesitated, concern adding an edge to her words. “There’s something else you need to know…”
“What is it?” Tension clawed its way up her spine onto her shoulders.
“Your father laid another charge of careless driving against Mason yesterday. He’s accused Mason of leaving a burnout in the driveway of your parents’ house. It looks like he’s doing everything he can to make it stick.”
Paige’s stomach plummeted. Her father had always had it in for Mason, whose penchant for fast cars and steel horses had often given him good reason in the days when they’d been young and fearless. But that was in a time before seemingly harmless fun had turned into a never-ending nightmare that had changed their lives.

If Samuel Drew wasn’t the Flathead County Sheriff, Mason might have knocked the arrogant man flat on his ass. But that was the old Mason, not the man he was now.
Paige’s father had never liked him. More so once he showed an interest in Paige as more than his sister’s best friend. He’d liked Mason even less after Mitch’s accident and perhaps that festering dislike was what had sent the man after him again now.
He didn’t need another black mark against his name. Especially a trumped-up careless driving charge for a traffic offense he didn’t commit. Not when he’d been working so damn hard to shake off the reputation he’d earned from his wild days.
Damn it, hadn’t he proved himself to the community yet? He’d sat his sentence, paid his dues, shouldered the blame because he’d deserved the punishment, and, yes, he’d killed his brother. If he could undo that day, he would. Hadn’t he bargained with God and the devil himself to make it so?
He’d walked the mountain trails until his feet bled and the cold threatened his extremities with frostbite. He’d flogged himself mentally every step of the way for his stupidity, shut out the world, his family. Punished himself and his body until exhaustion threatened to take his mind too.
He’d taken a sledgehammer to the pickup that took his brother’s life, smashed it like a sardine can, taking his anger and frustration out on his own property, not anyone else’s. He wasn’t that kind of guy, and leaving a burnout in the county sheriff’s driveway had never been his style.
But Sheriff Drew had retribution on his mind. Time, maturity, and a bitter wakeup call hadn’t dulled the man’s hatred for Mason Calhoun, town bad boy. He still had an ax to grind. His daughter and his reputation had been sullied by a Calhoun. Mason’s error in judgment that day had only served to fuel the sheriff’s resolve to kick the Calhouns and their garage out of his county and rid himself of the thorn in his side.
Mason’s hands itched to choke some sense into the man, to make him understand that it was the Drews who’d sullied Paige with their outdated idea to force their daughter into being someone she didn’t want to be.
Paige. He listened to the sounds of his sister chatting quietly with the girl who had once been the center of his universe, his reason for breathing. If he’d looked at the screen on Trinity’s phone, he may not have answered it. Not while anger for Paige’s father burned like fire in his veins and made him bark. She didn’t deserve it. Paige didn’t deserve any of the shit that had happened to them.
Hearing her whisper his name—her voice hesitant, distant, yet still with the power to make his heart race and his gut flip—it made him wish more than ever that he could turn back the clock.
Anger bled through his veins, making him want to pummel his fists against the cold hard metal of his truck. Except he wouldn’t dare try it with his future sister-in-law, Charlie, giving him the warning look. She’d worked too hard airbrushing her design onto the smooth black paintwork for him mess it all up again.
The problem in a town the size of Bigfork was that people had long memories, and the sheriff’s word was gospel, even when it was a bald-faced lie. And proving it would be near impossible with key people in the bastard’s pocket. The charge would cling like a cold pot sticker to a plate unless he and his dad could prove the sheriff wrong. Or catch the dumbass who’d done it.
Trinity hung up and tossed her phone on top of her toolbox, her mouth pulled in a tight line. “Shit.”
He didn’t really want to know what was wrong, but his mouth formed the words to ask anyway. “Trouble?”
His sister blew out a breath. “Depends on what you define as trouble. Danny sold out to Iannello Racing.”
Mason shrugged. “So? That’s not your problem, is it? You don’t drive for him anymore.”
She glowered at him the way sisters do. “Idiot. Do you even know what this means? Everyone on the team is out of a job, including Paige, until Iannello decides who he’ll re-employ for his pit crew.”
That made no sense at all. What kind of idiot would let a good mechanic like Paige go? “Iannello must have rocks in his head. Can she move to another team?”
“Maybe next season. If she wants to.”
“Does she want to?” His heart kicked against his ribs, half in hope, part in terror.
What if she wanted to come home? Seeing her at Molly’s Old Time Five and Dime, bumping into her in the street, at the gas station, down by the dock, and, God forbid, right back here in the garage. Like the old days, like the lovesick boy he’d been, making excuses to bump into her when his sister wasn’t around to figure out he was soft on her best friend.
No, not like those days at all. Those days were gone. Ripped at the seams and buried in a pile of twisted metal and a cemetery on a hill.
“She’s not sure what she wants right now. She’s going to take a few days to think it over, let things settle a bit.” Trinity picked up a wrench and sat on the creeper seat next to the performance motor she was building for his truck. “She’s smart. And tough. She’ll figure something out.”
Smart, tough, beautiful. He’d spent too long trying to forget that she still meant something to him. Mason watched as his dad entered the garage, holding a coffee in a spill-proof travel mug so that the involuntary twitches brought on by his Parkinson’s wouldn’t cause spills and burns. A knot lodged in Mason’s throat. He hated seeing his dad’s strength and soul being eaten away by the damned disease.
“Bumped into Sheriff Drew over at Molly’s while I was picking up my coffee. Looks like he’s got the knife in for the track up at Binney Hill.”
Trinity looked up from seating valves in the motor. “But we have all the approvals in place. Signed, sealed, and delivered. Why didn’t he object during the application process?”
“Because he’s an ass,” Mason muttered. The track they’d built up at the old airstrip—with the intent to take illegal racing off the public streets and teach drivers to race safely—was fast becoming a popular hangout. “He’s most likely bitching more because it’s cut into his revenue from traffic violations.”
Marty placed his mug on the workbench. “I don’t doubt that. You’d think he’d be happy to see racers paying an entry fee to race in a controlled space rather than breaking the law and endangering lives. Instead, he’s arguing that the lessons we want to offer out there would encourage the kind of driver behavior that left tire marks on his driveway.”
“I know where I’d like to shove his argument.” Right now, there was nothing he’d like to do more than take on Samuel Drew, man to man. No fistfighting, because throwing punches never solved anything. Just a straight down the line tell-it-like-it-is face-to-face.
“He’s the law in this county, son. Whether we like it or not. I don’t disagree with you, but we Calhouns have always done things the right way. Right back to when he first opposed having this garage in town because he thought it would draw in the wrong kinda crowd. He was wrong then, and he’s wrong now. Just like he’s wrong about you with these charges of careless driving.”
Mason shrugged off the shiver that crossed his shoulders and crept down his spine, like a snake coiling itself around his torso. Sheriff Drew could make dried gum stick if he chewed it enough. And he’d chew a truckload to put Mason right back in court. “It’s going to take a lot of proving.”
Marty’s hands shook as he reached for his coffee again. “Not everyone in this town is in Drew’s pocket. We’ll figure something out. Someone out there knows who is responsible for that burnout, and we’ll find out who. Our way.” He turned to Trinity. “What’s with the glum face, princess?”
“Looks like I retired from the track just in time. Danny Rubio sold the team out to Iannello Racing. Paige could be out of a job.” Trinity leaned her arms on the motor. “She won’t know for sure until Iannello finalizes the deal and makes his crew selection for next season.”
“She could come home. Work here in the garage. Isn’t that right, Mason?”
Mason tried to ignore the look his father sent his way. The one that said it was way past time they moved on from the events of that fateful day. “Why would she, Dad? When her parents blamed her for something that wasn’t her fault, and her father is doing dirty police work to settle the score?”
Marty breathed in deep, his glance slipping through the window to the blue summer sky beyond the glass. He let the breath out again on a gusty, reminiscent sigh. “Because she’s family in a way that blood can never make it, and before I go to meet my maker, I’d like to have all my family home again.”
The ache in Mason’s chest intensified. He hated it when his dad reminded them of his mortality. A hero should live forever. If he had one ounce of his father’s strength in his bones, his life wouldn’t be such a mess.

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Book Info:

Can he forgive himself, move on, and let love in?

Mason Calhoun is still trying to shrug off the label of bad boy, even though he’s proved his worth to the town. But his penchant for fast cars and Harleys makes it difficult for the town to forget the accident that killed his youngest brother, Mitch. It’s hard for him to forget when the girl responsible for him losing his head is back in town, hotter than ever, swinging spanners at his father’s garage, Calhoun Customs.

When Paige Drew loses her job at the track, she takes it as a sign to come home to Bigfork and make peace with the past before she takes the next step in her life. She’s been on Trinity Calhoun’s pit crew ever since that fatal night that changed her life forever. She’s hidden behind the scenes at the racetrack for too long, ignored by her family for causing a scandal in their otherwise perfect lives.

But coming home means confronting Mason Calhoun, the reason she ran in the first place.

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Meet the Author:

Juanita graduated from the Australian College QED, Bondi with a diploma in Proofreading, Editing and Publishing, and achieved her dream of becoming a published author in 2012 with the release of her debut romantic suspense, Fly Away Peta (recently re-released as Under Shadow of Doubt).

Under the Hood followed in 2013 as one of the first releases from Harlequin’s digital pioneer, Escape Publishing.

In 2014 Juanita was nominated for the Lynn Wilding (Romance Writers of Australia) Volunteer Award, and was a finalist in the Romance Writers Australia Romantic Book of the Year and the Australian Romance Readers Awards in 2014 and 2016. Her small-town romances have made the Amazon bestseller and top 100 lists. Juanita writes mostly contemporary and rural romantic suspense but also likes to dabble in the ponds of Paranormal with Greek gods brought to life in the 21st century.

She escapes the real world to write stories starring spirited heroines who give the hero a run for his money before giving in. When she’s not writing, Juanita is mother to three boys and a Daschund named Sam, and has a passion for fast cars and country living.
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