Book Spotlight New Release: Spirit Ridge by L. A. Kelley
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| Spirit Ridge |
L. A. Kelley
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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About the Author
L. A. Kelley writes adventures with fantasy, humor, romance, and a touch of sass.
Twitter @AuthorLAKelley
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