It’s not every day that you can see a pro-bull rider’s life unfolding since the beginning of the adventure. It’s what happens in this Series, and here’s the second book. Also, Liza came by to tell us a bit more about Davy’s upbringing, and taxes. Yep, taxes.
The book is Slammed Again (Davy’s Saga, Book 2) by Liza O’Connor, a New Adults, Country Westerns, Contemporary Suspense.
Davy Hill is now married to his beloved, Laurel, and they have a baby on the way. He should be the happiest man on earth, only the slams keep coming. Despite riding like a seasoned pro, once he pays the WBR their share, pays his taxes, his health insurance, and his traveling costs, there’s little left to pay his mortgage on the farm and have food to eat.
When he hurts his hand while shingling the roof of his barn, he and Laurel both are frightened by how close to the edge they are, despite their largess from earlier. Being a bull-rider is a risky career, but it’s all he ever wanted to do. So, despite all the problems, and all the times he gets knocked down, Davy always gets back up, because that’s what a cowboy does!
Never has there been a bull-rider who has more bad and good luck than Davy Hill.
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> And here’s me, passing Liza the mic to learn more about Davy.
Davy’s parents lived off the grid, so they never paid taxes. They didn’t dare. Otherwise, Bellemonte would have located them by their social security numbers and killed them all. However, if you are dirt poor, raising your own food to eat, living in a small shanty, and doing chores that can be paid for in cash, the IRS doesn’t even know you exist.
Thus, when Davy starts earning serious money with the WBR, he knows nothing about filing taxes. However, Leroy did advise him to give the IRS it’s due at once, so monthly, Davy sent them a big portion of his money. His only mistake was he didn’t file before April 15th. Since he had paid the IRS far more than he owed, and this was his first failure to file, the IRS didn’t even charge him a penalty. In fact, Davy got over $30,000 returned.
Davy explained to Leroy how his father-in-law demanded that Laurel make Davy get a new career since they had a baby and he didn’t need money anymore.
“Well, first of all, every man needs a job and you two cannot live on a million dollars for the rest of your lives, so that’s just plum foolishness.
Davy nodded in agreement, knowing how quick the other million and half disappeared. “Well, at least the government didn’t take half of this million,” he said.
“They will on any money you earn on it, so make sure you report it on your taxes.”
Davy frowned. “What do you mean ‘report it’?”
Leroy sighed. “Davy, didn’t you file taxes this spring?”
Davy shrugged. “Not sure what that means.”
“Did you have an accountant send something to the IRS before April 15th?”
“I don’t have an accountant,” Davy said. “Do I need one of those too?”
Leroy rubbed his face, then pulled out his phone. He called someone and explained the situation. “Yes, he did that.” He paused and looked at Davy. “Son, how much do you think you paid in taxes this last year?”
Davy frowned as the tallied up his wins. “About $120,000.”
Leroy passed the number on. “Last year was his first year on the circuit. He got hurt a few weeks in, so he has a ton of medical bills…” Leroy sigh. “Think you can drop by tomorrow?”
“We have to buy groceries,” Davy reminded him.
“Better yet, we’ll stop by your office.” Leroy hung up the phone.
“Am I in trouble?”
“Not sure. Since you prepaid your taxes, the IRS might forgive your failure to file…since you’re all new to this. Allen needs to see receipts for all your income for the prior year. Think you can round that up?”
Davy smiled. “I know I can. Laurel makes me put everything in the filing cabinet.” He ran over and pulled out several files and brought them to Leroy.
Leroy went through the file marked income and the one marked medical bills and the one marked expenses.
He wrote numbers on a pad. “This looks like to me you overpaid, but let’s wait ’til Allan does it up right.”
“Then I’m not in trouble?”
“Allan will be able to provide the answer, but I think you can sleep well tonight. However, given all that Laurel is going through right now, maybe you shouldn’t tell her until tomorrow when Allan can let you know for certain.”
Davy didn’t like keeping things from Laurel, but she would sleep better without knowing he had been a dunderhead again.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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