Showing posts with label historical western romance books. Show all posts
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Monday, May 6, 2024

United States Marshal

By Kristy McCaffrey 

The word “marshal” comes from the Old High German word marah, which means horse, and calc, which means servant, so marshal means “horsekeeper.” In European society, marshals rose from managing the army cavalries to maintaining the law and order of the court systems.

In 1789, President George Washington signed the Judiciary Act into law, and one aspect was providing the jurisdiction and powers of U.S. Marshals and their Deputy Marshals: they would help to define, administer, and enforce the growing body of federal laws, and by their actions would determine the boundary between federal authority and local autonomy.

Each state or territory was assigned a Marshal, and the marshalcy was restricted to four years due in part to their authority in choosing juries. It was thought this power could make the marshal “dangerous.”

Marshals were paid by a fee system rather than a salary. They were only compensated if their services were needed, otherwise the government spent nothing. Not surprisingly, this fee system proved a low income for most marshals, making it hard to recruit energetic young men to the office.

An example of the fee system established by Congress in 1853: $2 for service of a warrant; $.50 for service of a subpoena; $.06 per mile for travel; $.50 for each bail bond; $5 per day for serving court in session; $5 for drawing and executing a deed; $.10 per mile for escorting a prisoner to jail; actual expenses when endeavoring to arrest a criminal, not to exceed $2 per day; and two percent of money disbursed to jurors and witnesses. 

In 1806, the fee system was extended to the territories of the United States but due to the high cost of living, lawmakers granted those marshals an annual salary of $200 plus fees not to exceed $4000 per year.

A marshal relied heavily on his deputies, who were employees of the marshal and not officers of the court. Deputy marshals were empowered to perform most of the duties of the marshal—they could serve the process of the court, deputize temporary deputies, and summon the posse comitatus (“power of the county” – it enabled the marshals to press into service a posse from among the local males).

If a marshal died, then the deputy would fill the post temporarily. The ranks of the deputies were divided into two categories. The office deputy worked in the headquarters and performed bookkeeping tasks, and the field deputy resided in remote corners of the judicial district and served the marshal during sessions of court.

The office of Marshal was often afflicted with political factionalism. For example, in Arizona locals applauded the marshal for deporting Chinese immigrants but then berated them for enforcing polygamy laws against the Mormons. The Mormons, in turn, regarded the marshals as part of an oppressive federal government. And because Arizonans wanted more immigrants and economic development, the governor permitted a subdued response to the antipolygamy law since the Mormons contributed significantly to the fledgling economy.

The general lawlessness of the Arizona Territory was the source of the popular “frontier marshal” image, a lawman chasing down dangerous desperadoes, but it didn’t exist anywhere else.

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Sophie Ryan’s dream of working for a newspaper has come true. Accompanied by her cousin, Lucas Blackmore, a newly appointed U.S. Deputy Marshal, she arrives in Jerome, one of the richest mining towns in America. And one of the most remote. Although she’s been hired to report for the Jerome Mining News on education and cultural issues, she soon finds herself immersed in something more serious when she finds an enigmatic injured man in the Black Hills claiming to be an ornithologist.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Benton McKay is undercover tracking the notorious train robbing Weaver gang, and the trail ends in Jerome. When he’s injured in the Black Hills and found by a determined and beautiful young woman, he must gain her trust to keep his identity a secret. But keeping her out of trouble proves a challenge, especially with her cousin assigned to assist him. As they track down the band of outlaws, another agenda emerges—the renegades are searching for lost gold believed to have been left behind by the Spanish Conquistadors. And Sophie Ryan is determined to report on it.

Come along with Sophie and McKay as they find adventure, mystery, and love. 

Sophie is the daughter of Logan and Claire from THE DOVE.

 Coming July 17, 2024

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Monday, January 2, 2023

The West: A Romance Collection

By Kristy McCaffrey

Happy New Year!! I've got a new release to share with you all. The West: A Romance Collection includes several historical western romance short stories I've written over the years. While many of them were previously published, it also includes a brand new story - The Starling and the Fox, a follow-up to my novel THE STARLING.


Don’t miss this collection of short historical western romances by award-winning author Kristy McCaffrey. Journey to the Grand Canyon, Colorado and more with U.S. Marshals, bounty hunters, and men trying to right a wrong, and the women who challenge them every step of the way. These previously published stories also include a brand-new adventure – The Starling and the Fox, related to Kristy’s novel The Starling.

The Starling and the Fox – New!!
San Francisco 1899
Pinkerton agent Louise Foster doesn’t like loose ends. When fugitive Walter Beckett escapes at the end of her last case, she follows him to San Francisco, but her careful plans are upended when U.S. Deputy Marshal Ian Maguire arrives. As they clash professionally, the sparks fly, and solving the case becomes the least of their problems.

Confluence
Grand Canyon 1894
Elise Brumlow comes to Grand Canyon to release her father’s ashes into the mighty Colorado River. When she injures herself, Taggart Mason comes to her rescue. In a place where two rivers join, one clear and warm, the other dark and cold, Tag and Elise learn that certain forces of nature can’t be denied.

Catch A Cinder, Ella
Frank Cinder made a promise to his dying mother that he wouldn’t abandon the ranch his stepfather and stepbrothers run, but as soon as he has enough money saved, he plans to strike out on his own. Disguised as Floyd to avoid his family, Frank meets Ella McMann at a town social and immediately regrets lying to her. Can they build a future together?

A Westward Adventure
Colorado 1888
When aspiring novelist Amelia Mercer travels from New York City to Colorado, the stagecoach is robbed and her luggage stolen. Bounty hunter Ned Waymire comes to her aid, seeking to impress the independent young woman.

Lily and Mesquite Joe
Arizona Territory 1872
Lily Kingston has long loved Mesquite Joe Riordan, but when he doesn’t step forward to protest her betrothal to another man—arranged by her papa—her heart breaks. When Joe is blamed for the murder of a ranch hand and disappears, Lily knows exactly where to find him. Facing the truth of his past will test her resolve, but only her stubbornness can win his heart. 

Canyon Crossing
Grand Canyon 1898
In search of her brother, Annabel Cross enters Grand Canyon with a guide, a mule, and a secret. Trailing the notorious Red Bandit, U.S. Deputy Marshal Angus Docherty suspects Annabel is bait for an ambush. Together, they test the limits of trust and acceptance.


Available in ebook and print. Grab a digital copy for only 99 cents until January 9, 2023 (then the price will increase to $2.99). Click here for vendor links.

 

Excerpt from The Starling and the Fox

A click at the front door of the Victorian townhouse had Louise ducking behind a thick curtain. The door closed quietly, and the perpetrator’s footfalls were a mere whisper moving through the darkened rooms.

Louise peered past the velvet curtain, fighting the urge to sneeze from the dusty material. With eyes accustomed to the darkness, she easily saw the tall broad-shouldered form that entered the sitting area where she had been using a spy glass to surveille Wallace Wingate’s home across the street.

The intruder crashed into a side table and swore, his voice sending a wave of recognition through her. Was it … ? She sneezed. By the time she lifted her face, he was directly in front of her.

Damn, he was fast.

“Who are you?” he said.

She relaxed. “Hello, Ian.”

He leaned closer, peering at her. “Do I know you?”

Oh. She’d forgotten she was still wearing her disguise from earlier. She tugged the blond wig from her head that concealed her auburn hair and removed the fake glasses. “It’s Louise Foster.”

He stepped back, and she immediately missed his warmth, leaving her to catch her breath.

She frowned, startled by her reaction to him.




Monday, September 5, 2022

The Origins of the Secret Service

 


By Kristy McCaffrey

Counterfeiting was a serious issue at the end of the Civil War. Nearly one-third of all currency in circulation was fake. In 1865 the Secret Service was established to deal with this issue, acting as a bureau in the Treasury Department to stabilize America’s financial system. They were the first domestic intelligence and counterintelligence agency in the United States.

During this time, America’s monetary system was very disorganized. Individual banks could legally generate their own currency, but with so much variation in circulation it was easy to counterfeit money.

The first agency chief was William Wood, who was widely known for his heroism in the Civil War. During his first year in charge, he was successful in closing more than 200 counterfeiting plants.

In addition to investigating paper money forgeries, the agency also monitored groups committing fraud, which included the Ku Klux Klan, mail robbers, smugglers, and bootleggers. The United States Marshals Service didn’t have the manpower to investigate all crimes under federal jurisdiction, so the Secret Service also handled bank robberies, illegal gambling, and murders.

President Abraham Lincoln established the Secret Service on April 14, 1865, the same day he was assassinated, after which Congress considered adding presidential protection to the duties of the Secret Service. But it would be another 36 years before the Secret Service was officially put in charge of protecting the president. In 1894, they began informally protecting President Grover Cleveland. In 1901, the agency took over full-time protection of the president after the assassination of President William McKinley. In 1908, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) was created and took over intelligence responsibilities from the Secret Service.

In my latest release, THE STARLING, Pinkerton Detective Henry Maguire is investigating a possible counterfeiting scheme in the household of wealthy entrepreneur Arthur Wingate. Partnering with new agent Kate Ryan and posing as a married couple, they uncover more than Henry planned when information regarding his deceased father, Hugh Maguire, a Secret Service agent, comes to light.

Colorado 1899

Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.

Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy entrepreneur Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who isn’t Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.

Kate Ryan is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.

The Starling is now available in eBook and paperback. Find buy links and read Chapter One here: https://kmccaffrey.com/the-starling/

 

Monday, August 1, 2022

The Starling Releases Tomorrow!!

 


By Kristy McCaffrey

I'm pleased to share that The Starling is out tomorrow. Don't miss this new, full-length novel in my Wings of the West series.

Colorado 1899

Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.

Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy entrepreneur Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who isn’t Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.

Kate Ryan is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.

The Wings of the West Series Reading Order
Book One: The Wren
Book Two: The Dove
Book Three: The Sparrow
Book Four: The Blackbird
Book Five: The Bluebird
Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)
Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)
Book Eight:  The Starling

Click here to pre-order a digital copy (available for Kindle, Nook, Apple Books, Kobo, and Google Play). Or grab a paperback copy.


Excerpt

Kate used the glass of sherry as a shield. It was obvious undercover agent Henry Maguire was stunned to see her and less than happy with her presence. Luckily, she had known who to look for from a photograph Mr. Jones had given her, although it hardly did justice to the man before her.

Henry Maguire had presence. There was simply no other word for it.

His intense blue eyes accented the hard line of his jaw like the frozen slopes of Colorado where her cousin Molly Rose had lived. Kate couldn’t help but notice his clean-shaven face and the citrusy smell coming from him. It was pleasant in a way that unsettled her, and she was entirely uncertain why.

But she had been warned … Henry was expecting Louise Foster, and he would have no idea who Kate was. It was unfortunate that Mrs. Wingate had caught Kate right at the door and had started speaking with her, because it had made contacting her “husband” fraught with danger.

But it was over. Henry had accepted the charade, and they were now working together. He had said he wanted to speak privately, but as yet he hadn’t, so Kate could only conclude it wasn’t safe to do so while at the party. She vowed she wouldn’t break protocol. She wouldn’t say anything to Henry that his loving wife, who had been separated from him for nearly two months, wouldn’t say.

“When did you arrive?” Henry asked.

“Earlier this evening.”

“How did you get here?”

“A man named Francis O’Malley brought me. I hired him.” The Pinkertons had hired him, but she couldn’t say that aloud. “I believe he’s a blacksmith in town, and he runs a livery too. He offered to stay, but I assured him that you would be here and see me home.” Her lips stretched into a smile, but she couldn’t hold Henry’s gaze as he watched her rather intently, so she took in the room.

It was quite festive. The Wingate wealth was on grand display with sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from tin ceilings, a tiled floor covered in ornate rugs, and stuffed chairs likely imported from Europe.

As she brought her attention back to her “husband” she caught him still staring at her, those ice-blue eyes holding her briefly spellbound. He must have been watching her the entire time she had scanned the room. She shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable, wanting to clear the air more than anything.

Had she done something wrong? Was she dressed inappropriately?

But a second glance around the room revealed that while her gown might not be quite as fancy as the many ladies in attendance, it was good enough. It had been Louise’s dress, after all, and Kate had to believe her mentor had been very prepared to enter this operation as Henry’s wife.

That was it. Henry was upset about Louise.

She turned to him. “I’m sure you’re worried about my dear sister, Louise.”

He regarded her with interest. “I am,” he replied in a measured tone. “Is she well?”

“Unfortunately, no. She’s indisposed at the moment, but she should be better soon.”

Henry accepted the news with a nod, his gaze conveying a glimmer of concern. Suddenly, Kate felt terrible. It had been clear from Louise that she valued Henry’s expertise, as well as his friendship, but Kate hadn’t thought any further than that.

The additional assignment that Louise had given Kate—privately and outside the dictates of the job—now seemed to take a different tone. Louise had asked Kate to keep an eye on Henry because eight years ago his father had died in an accident in Trinidad, apparently falling to his death down a mine shaft. Kate had inferred that Louise considered Henry compromised, and that it could place him at odds with the job the Pinkertons had been sent to do.

But now the worry in Henry’s eyes, however brief, said something else. Did he and Louise have a relationship that extended beyond business associates? Is that what his irritation was about? Did Henry love her? And why did that thought cause another ripple of unease in Kate?

Ignoring it, she added, “She’ll be all right. You’ve no need to worry. The bullet missed all vital organs.”

His eyes flicked back to her, reflecting shock.

Oh, no. He did love her.

Copyright © 2022 K. McCaffrey LLC

 


Friday, November 19, 2021

Pumpkin Cookies with Cream Cheese Frosting from Lianna Hawkins

 


    This time of year, my family looks forward to not only time together but the extra special dinners coming their way. I'm a baker, so pies are one of my favorite desserts to make. I especially love decorating them with cute cookie cutter shapes like stars, fall leaves, and hearts. Last year, I changed things up by making a different dessert. Since we can only eat so much food, I chose to make cookies instead. Try these Pumpkin Cookies for something different this holiday season.  




PUMPKIN COOKIES INGREDIENTS:
2 ½ cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon pumpkin pie spice, plus extra for sprinkling
½ teaspoon salt
½ cup (1 stick) butter, softened
1 cup granulated sugar
½ cup brown sugar
1 ¼ cups canned pumpkin puree
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
 
CREAM CHEESE FROSTING INGREDIENTS:
8 ounces (1 brick) low-fat cream cheese, room temperature
3 tablespoons butter, room temperature
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups powdered sugar


HOW TO MAKE PUMPKIN COOKIES:
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
  2. In a large mixing bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, pumpkin pie spice, and salt until combined. Set aside.
  3. In the bowl of a stand mixer, cream together the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar on medium-high speed for 1 minute until light and fluffy. Add in the pumpkin, egg, and vanilla to butter mixture, and beat on medium speed until just combined. Fold in the dry ingredients until just combined.
  4. Drop on cookie sheet by heaping tablespoonfuls (I usually use a cookie scoop), then use a spoon to flatten them a little. (These cookies will puff up a little rather than flatten out during baking, so they won’t rise much)
  5. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes, or until the cookies are cooked through and bounce back slightly if you touch them. Transfer cookies to a wire rack to cool until they reach room temperature. Then frost or drizzle with cream cheese frosting and sprinkle with an extra pinch of pumpkin pie spice or cinnamon if you’d like. Refrigerate in a sealed container for up to 3 days.
 
 
HOW TO MAKE CREAM CHEESE FROSTING:
  1. With an electric mixer, beat cream cheese, butter and vanilla together on medium-high speed until smooth. Gradually add in the powdered sugar until it is all combined and the frosting is smooth. If it is too thick, add a tablespoon or two of milk or water until it reaches your desired consistency. If it is too thin, add in more powdered sugar until it reaches the consistency you want.
 
Enjoy this tasty treat!
Lianna


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Friday, September 17, 2021

Butternut Squash Recipe



 



Ingredients: 
1 butternut squash-peeled, seeded, and cut into 1 inch cubes
2 tablespoons olive oil 
2 cloves of garlic, minced
salt and ground pepper to taste
 
Directions:
Step 1:  Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
Step 2: Toss butternut squash with olive oil and garlic in a large bowl. Season with salt and black pepper. Arrange coated squash on baking sheet. 
Step 3:  Roast in the preheated oven until squash is tender and lightly browned, 25 - 30 minutes.

​NOTE:  If you don't want to cube butternut squash, you can simply cut in half, take seeds out, and then season with olive oil, garlic, and salt/pepper. It may take a little longer to cook. Take out when tender and browned.

See you next month,

Lianna Hawkins
Award-Winning Author of Western Romance
www.Lianna Hawkins.com


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Monday, May 4, 2020

The Beauty of Arizona

By Kristy McCaffrey


I wanted to continue sharing photos of my home state of Arizona for those of you who may have never visited. Or maybe these will spark a memory of a previous vacation. And if by chance you're an Arizona resident, then you know the stark beauty of this wonderful state.

Check out my April post for more photos.

The Sonoran Desert near Phoenix.

A Bristlecone Pine, photographed at 10,000 feet near Flagstaff.
These trees can be several thousand years old.

A few years ago, my husband and I took our children on a houseboat trip
on Lake Powell. This was one of our campsites.

On the border of Arizona and Utah. This was taken as my dad and I hiked
to The Wave, an iconic sandstone formation.

Snow Bowl Ski Resort in Flagstaff. The high peak in the
background is Mt. Humphrey, the tallest mountain in Arizona.

The Grand Canyon.

Storm over Mt. Humphrey's. Photo taken from my parents' house.

The many moods of a Saguaro Cactus.

"You can see an angel anytime and anywhere."
~ poet Mary Oliver



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Monday, April 6, 2020

A Virtual Arizona Visit

By Kristy McCaffrey



We're going through a tough time worldwide. I'm fortunate to live in the beautiful state of Arizona, so let's relax our minds, take a few deep breaths, and enjoy the scenery.

View of the Grand Canyon from the South Rim
My daughter Hannah atop Black Mountain.
Behind her is the Phoenix Metropolitan Area.

My dad on a hike to The Wave, a sandstone formation located along the Arizona/Utah border.

The Wave.
Downtown Flagstaff in Northern Arizona.
Desert storm near our house in Phoenix.
Lake Powell.
This photo was taken by my daughter Hannah at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Tourists like to feed the squirrels, so they're a little chubby.
The serenity of the Sonoran Desert.



Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

"Wild Geese" by poet Mary Oliver


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Monday, January 6, 2020

Gratitude


By Kristy McCaffrey



What you focus on grows.

As we move into a new year and a new decade, with a world that has and will continue to push against us in every way possible, how do we ground ourselves?

One simple thing we can do is to cultivate gratitude.

“To be grateful means to allow oneself to be placed in the position of recipient – to feel indebted and aware of one’s dependence on others,” says UC Davis psychology professor Robert Emmons. Gratitude is “an acknowledgement of debt,” and ingratitude “the refusal to admit one’s debt to others.”


A study out of the University of Oregon found that keeping a gratitude journal may change our brains. The part of the brain that supports feelings of reward is flexible. “When we are counting our blessings, this part of the brain is giving us this neural currency that makes us literally richer,” says Christina Karns, director of the Emotions and Neuroplasticity Project.

Happiness researcher Shawn Achor, author of “The Happiness Advantage,” says that at the end of every day take a few minutes to think of three new things you’re grateful for and why. Write them down so you can look at them again at the end of the week. By doing this, you can train your brain to be more optimistic. If you do this for 21 days in a row, you’ll start to see more meaning in your life.


What am I grateful for as I ring in the New Year?

My husband – my best friend.
My children and their significant others.
My dogs, Lily and Marley, a source of so much unconditional love.
My extended family, friends, fellow authors, and my awesome readers.
My work – it’s a privilege to explore my curiosity about the world in my stories.

I wish all my Cowboy Kisses pals a wonderful 2020!


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Monday, October 7, 2019

Tommyknockers



By Kristy McCaffrey

A Tommyknocker is a type of troll spirit who lives underground and was therefore of great concern to miners. The term originated in the British Isles, but superstitions surrounding the beings filtered into other places. Miners in Colorado took great care to appease the Knockers by leaving a bit of their lunch out for the sprites.

 
Standing about two feet tall with a grizzled appearance, many believe that Snow White’s dwarves were Tommyknockers. They usually wear standard miner’s garb and are responsible for any mischief that might befall a miner, such as losing tools and food.

The name derives from the knocking on mine walls that precedes a cave-in, which is usually just the creaking of earth and timbers before failing. Some miners believed the Knockers were malevolent beings, but others took them to be practical jokers.

In Cornish folklore, the Knockers were spirits of those who had died in previous mine accidents and were now trying to help the living by warning of impending dangers. As an offering of thanks, miners usually cast the last bite of their lunch pastie (a type of meat pie) into the mines for the Knockers.




In the 1820’s, Welsh immigrants to Pennsylvania brought tales of the Knockers with them and their presence soon spread all the way to California. Belief in the Knockers remained well into the 20th century. During the closing of a mine in 1956, a petition was circulated by the miners to set the Knockers free (so they could move to another mine) before sealing the entrances, and the owners complied.

If you're in the mood for a spooky western romance this Halloween month then you might enjoy my Crow series, a collection of short novellas. (The second novella features a tommyknocker.)


The Crow and the Coyote
Volume 1

Among the red-rock canyons of the Navajo, bounty hunter Jack Boggs aids Hannah Dobbin in a quest to save her pa's soul.

"With just the right amount of mystic and adventure, this novella packs a punch, delivering a charming love story." ~ Michelle Reed, Sunshine Lake Reviews




The Crow and the Bear
Volume 2

When no one will help Jennie Livingstone enter a haunted ravine to find her papa, she must accept the help of enigmatic bounty hunter Callum Boggs.

“With some surprising twists and lots of unnerving second guesses, The Crow and the Bear is sure to do the trick for a short, easy, sweet and fun Halloween story!” ~ Michelle Reed, Sunshine Lake Reviews




A Murder of Crows
Volume 3

Eliza McCulloch is determined to reclaim her family book of spells and her only hope is Kester Boggs, a manhunter called The Crow.

“A suspenseful ride into the supernatural with a western twist. This is a must read!”  ~  Devon McKay, author of Lead Me Into Temptation, Gold Dust Bride Series



An excerpt from A Murder of Crows
Kit Boggs downed the last of his rye whiskey and settled into the wooden chair, the supports creaking loudly. He fully expected the contraption to give out at any time. He usually kept his liquor intake to a minimum when on a hunt, but the firewater was so watered down that he indulged his thirst.

From his vantage point outside the Wild Dog Cantina, the midday bustle of La Noria buzzed like a bee’s nest. The border town—straddling Mexico and the Arizona Territory—was occupied by mostly local white and Hispanic farmers, but the streets were also swarming with the hungry and savage looks of men who had arrived in search of work in the nearby Patagonia Mountains. With their eyes clouded with dreams of riches, these desperados were no doubt intent on striking it big with copper or silver. But that wasn’t what had brought Kit so far south, farther than the usual region he and his manhunting brothers patrolled.

As he watched the main street, his gaze was drawn to a woman riding a lathered red Indian pony. Both exhibited a stubborn bearing. The woman stopped before the mercantile and slid from the horse, tying the reins to the hitching post, her clothing covered in dust and the hem of her skirt frayed. Pausing, she removed her hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. She gripped the wooden support and appeared to take a fortifying breath, then leaned her head back to read the overhead sign. Her dark hair spilled down her back, loosened from the pins of the bun at the base of her neck, and Kit’s eyes were drawn to the outline of her feminine curves.

“Kester Boggs?”

Reluctantly, Boggs turned to the scrawny Mexican beside him. “Nobody uses that.” He planted all four legs of the chair to the ground. “Call me Kit.”

“Like a kitten?” The gaunt man was also missing a few teeth.

“No.” Kit’s voice was resolute. “Do you have news for me?”

“Sí. They will see you tomorrow in an abandoned smithy at the far end of town.”

“What time?”

“Ten o’clock.”

“Gracias.” Kit tossed a coin at the man, then turned back to the woman. She was gone.

Damn.

He searched up and down the street for her horse, but both animal and female were nowhere in sight.

Had he imagined her?


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