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Published by Silver Publishing Publisher of Erotic Romance ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy per device for your own personal reading on your own personal computers or devices. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the South African Copyright Law. Distribution of this e- book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. If you do not want this book anymore, you must delete it from your computer. WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000." Cover Artist: Reese Dante Editor: Nina Smith New Lives © 2012 Anel Viz ISBN # 9781614955597 Attention Readers: This book uses US English. All rights reserved. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. The Licensed Art Material is being used for illustrative purposes only; any person depicted in the Licensed Art Material, is a model. PUBLISHER https://spsilverpublishing.com NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER Dear Reader, Thank you for your purchase of this title. The authors and staff of Silver Publishing hope you enjoy this read and that we will have a long and happy association together. Please remember that the only money authors make from writing comes from the sales of their books. If you like their work, spread the word and tell others about the books, but please refrain from sharing this book in any form. Authors depend on sales and sales only to support their families. If you see "free shares" offered or cut-rate sales of this title on pirate sites, you can report the offending entry to DEDICATION The people to whom I dedicate this book would prefer to remain anonymous. Furthermore, they have threatened to assume new identities if I reveal their names. In the unlikely event they become known, I wish them luck in their New Lives. TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGEMENT The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: iPad: Apple Inc. Independent Erotic Film Festival: Barnaby Ltd dba Good Vibrations Antiques Roadshow: British Broadcasting Corporation "I can tell everyone absolutely Anel Viz pays not the slightest attention to any 'rules' and certainly none to any advice from me. I can also tell you that he always makes it work. I've yet to read anything of his (and everything is entirely unique) that wasn't absolutely first- rate. When you are as good as he is, you don't need anyone telling you how to do it." —Victor Banis "[Anel Viz] is far more than a competent writer, and the more you read his work the more you recognize the wry, even ironic smile lurking behind the professionalism. It is a kind if somewhat amused or even skeptical view of people who struggle through their lives." —Wilde Oats, Aug 2012 NOTE TO THE READER The book you are about to read is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents contained herein are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is not merely coincidental—it is utterly preposterous. Life is not a bowl of cherries, since you can only lose yours once. New Lives Anel Viz PART I. PAY DIRT ~ 1 ~ His great-great-great-great-grandfather, give or take a great, had founded the town, if you could call it that. They didn't call places villages or hamlets in his part of the country, they called 'em towns no matter how small they were. Less than thirty people lived in this one, all of 'em in trailers or converted trailers. One of the original houses was still standin', what was left of it, all lopsided and weather- beaten, but it had been condemned long before his mother was born, and it sat vacant for ages before that. Rusted-out motor vehicles had come to replace rotten timbers. The only two real buildin's in town were the general store with gas pumps out front and a small garage attached to the side of it, and the one-story, thirty-foot-square block of poured concrete with no windows that was the bar—or saloon, accordin' to the sign—an' that was nearly always empty. That sign, salvaged by a previous owner from the remains of the old saloon before it disappeared, was the only thing still in use that dated back to when the people who settled there still had hopes the town would prosper. It wasn't bein' a direct descendent of the town's 1 New Lives Anel Viz founder that made him special. He was prob'ly the only descendant of the original population who still lived there—his family had moved back there themselves after bein' gone from it for a generation or two—and no one else knew there was a relationship. He wasn't sure he believed it himself. He'd heard the story from Grandad, and Connie had told him he was named after that ancestor, but there had been a couple of grandmothers mixed in with all them grandfathers, so they didn't have the same last name. He'd forgotten it anyway. His was the same as Connie and Grandad's, and they were both gone now, so he couldn't ask them what it was. Maybe it'd come back to him. It didn't make no difference anyhow, since that foundin' ancestor of his'n hadn't given his name to the place for the people who lived there now to recognize. Good thing too—he woulda hated bein' stuck with a name like Otis Paydirt. But of course that wouldn't a happened, thanks to them grandmothers that come in between. Nobody knew that he was special, and he wanted it to stay that way. He'd a liked it better if he weren't special, but he was. He knew that now that he was twenty-six, but it took him a while to figger it out, and he was none too happy about it when he did. At least it was easy to keep secret. It suited him jes' fine that ever'body thought the 2
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