Take It Easy

By Deirdre O'Dare

Stormy Alcott supports herself, her two children and her mother by working as an independent cross-country trucker. When low fuel forces her to get off I-40 in Winslow, Arizona, she sees and pick up a passenger who turns out to be a musician down on his luck. Together they make some amazing music. Is a career change in her future?

Tom Holden, newly back from military duty in the Middle East with the Tennessee National Guard hopes to catch up with his old band in Las Vegas. His old truck breaks down, leaving him stranded in Winslow, Arizona. Just before a violent summer storm hits, a lady trucker gives him a lift. Can the inspiration she provides help him and Taken By Storm make it to the big time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646564811

Deirdre O'Dare

Deirdre writes gay romance channeling a prior life’s gay male twin she calls Danny. Fascinated by love’s diverse shades and guises, she explores and experiences a range of attachments. She still believes in happily ever after, that Love is the One True Thing and genuine Love is never wrong. For more information, visit deirdredares.blogspot.com.

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Take It Easy

By Deirdre O’Dare

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Take It Easy

By Deirdre O’Dare

Chapter 1

I-40 in northern Arizona

August 12, 6:20 P.M.

Stormy glanced at the fuel gauge. Low, too low. She’d planned to run on in to Flagstaff before she stopped, but that would be pushing it.

Well, I’ve got a good load and I’ve been stretching the speed limit. Drinks diesel like crazy. She hit the blinker, shifted over a lane and took the off ramp. Tapping the brake, she heard the big engine whine into the down-shift. If memory served, the truck stop she wanted was on the far end of town.

With a glance around for any lurking smoky bears, she eased the baby blue Freightliner down to the speed limit.

No use getting a ticket in this podunk town. That would slow me down and cost money I can’t afford to waste. Winslow, Arizona. Not much of a place, is it?

Looking ahead down the wide ribbon of the Interstate, she’d seen the wall of gray clouds almost obscuring the San Francisco Peaks. She’d lay a bet it would be raining before she hit Flagstaff. The song coming from her radio said something about loving a rainy night, but from her seat in the high cab, the notion didn’t apply to truckers. Rainy nights cost time, which she had little to spare. Her load needed a timely delivery in Las Vegas, and another waited there to be taken back east to Memphis. Maybe she could get a day or two at home then.

In terms of pay, over-the-road trucking beat waitress and secretary work. It also gave her the independence she sorely needed. She was buying her own rig, and the tractor was almost half paid for now. The semi-tractor was far from new, but she trusted the man who’d refurbished it. At least the kids were in good hands with her mom, and she made enough for them all to live on, not in the highest style, but beyond adequate. Lemonade out of the lemons she’d ended up holding by the basketful.

She cruised along now at about thirty miles per hour, right down the main drag. The street had once been Route 66, back before I-40 came to be. She chuckled at the quaint old tourist courts and the curio shops, mostly closed now. A slice out of a long-past time. Then she saw him.

Just like the song, standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona. The man was a fine sight for all his battered black cowboy hat had seen better days, as had his faded