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Comes An Outlaw
by Keta Diablo
Historical/Western
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When a tragic accident claims her husband's life, Jesse Santos must find a way to keep the ranch, the only home her 12-year-old son has ever known. The ranch hands have abandoned her, a gang of cutthroat ranchers want her land and an ancient Yaqui Indian insists a spirit has taken up residence in the house.

After a fifteen-year absence, her husband's brother, Coy, returns to his childhood home. He doesn't plan on staying, and he certainly doesn't intend to settle down with a widow and her son…no matter how pretty she is.

He's an outlaw, after all, and made a decision to put an end to his gun-slinging days long ago. Will his conscience let him walk away from family, or will his heart overrule his head?" "When a tragic accident claims her husband's life, Jesse Santos must find a way to keep the ranch, the only home her 12-year-old son has ever known.

Help just arrived in the form of her late husband's brother who's been gone for 15 years. But the shiny pistols holstered at his hip and his hardened look scream danger. He's an outlaw, no doubt about it.

Praise for COMES AN OUTLAW
""I loved all the components of this story. The Indian lore was probably my favorite though.""

""The storyline is brilliant. This novella has many twists and turns. A page turner.""

""Diablo has created a set of compelling characters. Jesse captures the essence of the time, when women had very few options, and even fewer good ones."" "

EXCERPT
Jesse Santos speaks to the ghost of her dead husband.

Jesse walked back to the bureau, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of leather trousers. After pulling the nightshirt over her head, she grabbed Cain’s flannel shirt from a hook, slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the trousers over her hips. “I know who the varmints are, all right. Domingo and Benito. Am I right?”

The Torres brothers.

“Yeah, and the low-bellied snakes they ride with, Mutton-Chop Walsh and Digger Newly.” She blew an exasperated breath and looked over her shoulder to the window. “How do you expect me to stand up to them, Cain? I can’t do it, I tell you. Let them have the land because it ain’t worth dying for, or God forbid, losing Grange over.”

You can’t give up the land, love. Been in my family for generations. Ma and Pa will be turning over in their—

“I don’t care. I’m not sacrificing my son, our son, for a piece of scorched earth in the middle of nowhere.”

You’re talking foolish now. You love the land as much as I do, I mean did. You’re tired, worn out; I get that, but….

“But what?”

I never thought I’d hear you say you want to give up the land, give up on life.

“It’s different now that you’re gone. You might as well face it, I’m leaving, Cain. And you should leave too, find that white light you always talked about and forget about this place.”

Help is coming, Jezebel.

“Yeah, and so are monsoon winds, dried up creek beds and taxes. Or did you forget taxes are due…again?”

I’m asking you to hang on for a little while, that’s all.

“You expect me to believe a knight on a big white horse will be riding in soon to save us?”

He rides a Piebald.

“What?”

I said he rides a Piebald with black and white spots, sixteen hands tall.

“Who…who rides a spotted horse and how do you know he’s coming here?""

I’m fading, Jezebel. Used up everything I got this morning.

“No you don’t! You can’t waltz in here, drop your innuendoes and disappear like a snuffed out candle.”

Trust me. Hang on…please hang on.

“Cain, wait…don’t go! You can’t leave like this!”

Hang on, Jezebel…hang on….

ABOUT Keta Diablo
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening she loves to commune with nature. A lifelong animal lover, she also devotes her time and support to the local animal shelters.

Keta's a bestselling Amazon author who writes in several genres, including western romance, historical romance, paranormal romance and the occasional gay romance. Her books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of the Month and Recommended Read reviews.

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FREE with #KindleUnlimited: Loving Jessie's Girl by #MFRWauthor LA Remenicky @RemenickyWrites

Loving Jessie's Girl
Love On The Double Book 1
by MFRW Author L.A. Remenicky

AJ Monroe had made a life for himself in Denver, Colorado, away from his twin brother Jessie, away from Indiana. But when AJ feared for his brother's safety, he left everything behind to step back into the shadow he thought he had outgrown. Finding his brother was AJ's only concern...until he met Jessie's girl.

Fiercely independent, Rina Abbot hid her true situation from everyone, including her best friend, Jessie. Out of money and unable to care for her rescue dogs she had no choice but to accept the help of the handsome stranger with a familiar face. Afraid to trust him, she tried to ignore the feelings he stirred within her as they searched for his missing brother.

But secrets never stay secrets for long. Would Rina’s secrets force AJ to give up his dream of loving Jessie’s girl?

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EXCERPT
Rina Abbott clutched the mug of coffee tighter as another shiver wracked her body. Knowing Jessie had planned to be away until Tuesday, she was surprised to see him drive past without a wave or his customary toot of the truck’s horn.

She pulled herself up and stepped off the porch. “C’mon, Petey,” she called to her Jack Russell Terrier. She walked across the yard toward the path, which wound along the stream, leading to Jessie’s front yard. He would probably be back before she could walk the distance to his house.

Her vision wavered in and out as she stumbled down the path, her determination to reach her best friend the only thing keeping her moving forward. Once she reached his front porch, she lost consciousness and crumpled down on the steps.

With a bag of groceries in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other, AJ ambled up the front walk, dropping both when he noticed the beautiful woman sprawled out on the porch steps.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked as he reached toward her, stopping when the dog on the porch growled at him. “It’s okay, boy. I just want to help.” He held the back of his hand out to the animal, scratching its ears when it sat and looked at him expectantly.

He touched her arm, alarmed at the heat radiating off her. Brushing her blonde hair away from her face, he was distracted by the curve of her cheek, his fingers itching to trace it, before he noticed the pallor of her skin and bright spots of red on her cheeks. Her clothes were baggy as if she lost weight and hadn’t bought new clothes that fit.

She shifted and opened her eyes. “Love you, Jessie,” she mumbled. He looked into her eyes, mesmerized by the hazel color until she passed out again.

“Jessie lucked out this time. You’re gorgeous,” he murmured as he dialed 911 on his cell phone.

Frustrated as he answered “I don’t know” to most of the dispatcher’s questions, he wondered how long it would take for an ambulance to get there. He rubbed his neck as he listened for the wail of a siren. Anger welled up as he wondered how his brother could leave his girlfriend here alone when she was obviously sick.

ABOUT L.A. Remenicky
L.A. Remenicky is a wife and mother of two fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.

An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.

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#MFRWauthor @LindaNightingale will visit us on #Thursday13 at Four by Moonlight

MFRW Author Linda Nightingale has seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt. She is the mother of two wonderful sons, a retired legal assistant, member of the Houston Symphony League, and enjoys events with her car club. Among her favorite things are her snazzy black convertible and her parlor grand piano. She loves to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

Blurb
An anthology of love in the moonlight…in the paranormal realms...
Gypsy Ribbons – A moonlight ride on the moors and meeting a notorious highwayman will forever change Lady Virginia Darby’s life.
Star Angel – Lucy was stuck in a rut and in an Idaho potato patch. She’d seen him in the corner of her eye—a fleeting glimpse of beauty—now he stood before her in the flesh.
The Night Before Doomsday – All his brothers had succumbed to lust, but Azazel resisted temptation until the wrong woman came along.
The Gate Keeper’s Cottage – Newlywed Meggie Richelieu’s mysterious, phantom lover may be more than anyone, except the plantation housekeeper, suspects.
 
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 Thirteen Sentences from Four By Moonlight

 Living life on the edge taught one to live to the fullest.- Gypsy Ribbons

The ghost that warned of death breathed that heartbreaking sigh at her door. - Gypsy Ribbons

“My lady wife.” William grabbed the love knot and jerked her head back. “Not for me this pretty ribbon. Ah, Victoria.” Gypsy Ribbons

Nightly, Simon rode with death, but his close companion betrayed him, shot him through her heart. - Gypsy Ribbons
Perhaps they hear the clatter of hooves in the courtyard or the quick rustle of a woman’s laughter. - Gypsy Ribbons

Lucy could live with, and treasure, his memory, ecstasy once better than starving forever. - Star Angel

“The servants claim my brother’s ghost haunts Fievre Faire.” She peered into the shadows, trying to see his face. - The Gatekeeper's Cottage."

Cool hands mapped the topography of her shoulders, arms, torso, leaving quivering awareness in their wake.- The Gatekeeper's Cottage
Madness escaped on ragged sighs. - The Gatekeeper's Cottage

“Not a ghost.” Shadows delineated the old woman’s face. “Ghosts don’t seduce a new bride out of her husband’s bed.”- The Gatekeeper's Cottage

“You know as well as I, Missy, Yves Richelieu isn’t dead.” Marion folded skinny arms across her bony chest. “That little taste in the shadows won’t satisfy him. Nor you.” - The Gatekeeper's Cottage

Yves’ blood stained the wide plank floors of the gatekeeper’s cottage.- The Gatekeeper's Cottage

Something was desperately wrong, and I feared I knew what it was. At long last, Retribution had come to call. - The Night Before Doomsday   

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