Spirit Ridge by L. A. Kelley
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Blurb:
A dark shadow rises.
San Francisco in 1885 was a dangerous place for those who
crossed Colin Doyle. To Nob Hill elite he was a successful businessman. To the
underbelly of San Francisco he was The Mick, a criminal mastermind ruling from
the shadows. If a buyer’s tastes ran to opium, a whore, or a politician, The
Mick could name a price. No one who betrayed him ever escaped the city alive.
Until now.
Nell Bishop is a fearless investigative reporter for the San
Francisco Dispatch. She’s on the run to the Arizona Territory with the one
witness who can expose Doyle’s corrupt empire and stop the plan to extend his
evil dominion to the West.
Marshal Sam Tanner of Spirit Ridge in the Arizona Territory
fought the visions sent by his Apache blood. They always foretold a death he
couldn’t prevent. Then Sam dreamed of the coyote with golden brown eyes who
warned of a black shadow spreading evil across the land. Did the message call
him to help the beautiful woman who stepped off the stagecoach? Can Sam and
Nell elude the mysterious dark riders who dog their trail or will the next
vision mean death for both of them?
Adventure, romance, humor, and the call of Apache spirits
weave together a Wild West adventure where either murder or justice can come at
the twitch of a trigger finger.
Excerpt
Surprise shot through Bart’s
expression. “Never reckoned you smart enough to figure the truth. The Mick’s
reward ain’t for fetching you alive.” His tongue flicked in and out again.
“Please me, and I’ll make it quick.”
Tears sprung to Daisy’s eyes.
“Sweet Jesus, help me.”
Bart’s heartless chuckle encased
Nell’s heart in ice. “Ain’t no God nor man gonna help a whore.”
“Get away from her this
instant!” Nell stepped into the alley, right hand hidden in the tunic, finger
on the trigger.
Bart raised the gun to meet the
new arrival. “Where’d you come from? Best be on your way. This ain’t no concern
of yours.”
Nell strode toward them through
the fog. The gaslight shone on her white wimple and the scapular under the
veil.
Daisy gasped. “She’s a nun,
Bart. You can’t shoot a nun.”
“Shut up,” he barked,
backhanding her across the mouth. “For five thousand, I’ll shoot anyone.”
“Get out of here, Sister,” Daisy moaned. “Please, don’t get hurt on my
account. I ain’t worth it.”
“Release her.” Nell’s tone
betrayed not a single tremor. “If you beg trouble, sir, let fly. I guarantee
you won’t live long enough for regrets.”
Bart’s thumb pulled back to cock
the trigger. “Your words don’t cut nothing. The devil claimed me as his own
long ago.”
“Then perhaps,” she responded
coolly, “the time has come to meet your maker and beg forgiveness in person.”
A shot rang out. Daisy shut her
eyes and screamed.
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Author
Bio:
L. A. Kelley lives in Florida where the heat and humidity
have driven everyone slightly mad. She
writes fantasy/scifi adventures with humor, romance, and a touch of sass. Her
favorite pastime is to call in Bigfoot sightings to the Florida Department of
Fish and Wildlife. They are heartily sick of hearing from her.
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Twitter @AuthorLAKelley
l.a.kelley.author@gmail.com
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