The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly…

The Good, The Bad, and The Ghostly

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What do you get when you combine cowboys and ghosts? A collection of eight (stand-alone) amazing stories from the Old West with haunts of every variety.

Get your love of alpha cowboys on and feed your addiction for the bizarre (and sometimes spooky) world when you purchase The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly.

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Wild, Wild Ghost by Margo Bond Collins

Blurb:

When Ruby Silver traded in her demon-hunting rifle for a badge at the Tremayne Psychic Specters Investigations, she didn’t want another partner—losing the last one was too traumatic. But when a new case in the Texas Hill Country pairs her up with the slow-talking, fast-drawing Trip Austin, it will take all their combined skills to combat a plague of poltergeists in this German-settled town.

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Comes An Outlaw by Keta Diablo

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?

 

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Long A Ghost and Far Away by Andrea Downing

When Lizzie Adams returns as a ghost to a life she led in the 1800s, she is surprised to find herself on a ranch in Wyoming, but delighted to learn she was married to a handsome and loving man.  The reasons for her return become clear when she discovers how she died, yet the unresolved issues surrounding her death leave her unable to either live in the 1800s or return to her present life.

Colby Gates misses the wife he loved, yet a ghost is a poor substitute. Re-married to a woman he doesn’t care for, and with outlaws searching for buried gold on his ranch, the spirit of his wife is a further complication.

Perhaps if the questions surrounding Lizzie’s death can be answered, the two can be together.

For all time.

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A Ghostly Wager by Blaire Edens

Even a skeptical detective needs a little otherworldly help.

 

Nineteen-year old Annabelle Lawson hops a train to Reno to escape a marriage to a man twice her age. Alone and nearly destitute, she spots an employment advertisement that might change her life. If she can use the dreams that have haunted her for the last four years to land a job with the mysterious Treymane PSI Agency, she might be able to buy a train ticket home to Kentucky.

Agent Cole Swansby is an up and coming detective for Tremayne PSI. There’s only thing that can sink his career: if the boss realizes he’s a skeptic. He’s solved dozens of cases using old-fashioned logic, but he doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Now he’s under tremendous pressure to solve a new case before the president of Midas Mining shows for a week of R&R at The Blade Saloon.

Cole can’t solve this case without some otherworldly help, though, and Annabelle is just the woman for the job. As the two of them are drawn deeper into the mystery of the woman in green, they may not be able to banish the ghost without losing their hearts. To each other.

 

 

How the Ghost Was Won by Erin Hayes

 

From orphan to saloon girl to ghost whisperer, Hattie Hart has been and seen a lot of things in her time. Her new job as a detective with the Tremayne PSI Agency takes her out to the remote town of Carolina City, Nevada on a vague assignment to investigate the disappearance of a US marshal.

 

Except, when she arrives, she meets the devilishly handsome Grant Madsden, a US marshal who is alive and well. Certainly not missing, but certainly the man of her dreams. So why did her boss send her out to this small boomtown when there’s nothing for her to investigate?

 

She soon discovers that in Carolina City, there are strange happenings from the afterlife that threaten to kill her or worse. She’ll have to race against time to save her life, the town, and the US marshal she was sent to find—and maybe, if she’s lucky, her heart.

 

McKee’s Ghost by Anita Philmar

 

His fiancée called off their engagement after being accosted by a ghost in his house. Now, a beautiful ghost detective has shown up at his ranch, saying his brother has hired her to take care of the unwanted spirit.

Konnor McKee is more than happy with P.S.I Agent Ruth Oliva Wilson. One look and he’s hooked. Now, if he can only get some help from a ghost, he might be able to secure himself a bride after all.

With the return of his ex- fiancé, his life is turned upside down by an angry ghost, a vindictive woman, and a sexy medium. Konnor doesn’t know which way to turn.

Can he get everyone out of this alive and marry the P.S.I Agent? Or has he lost all hope of a happy future because of the ruthless ghost of one of his ancestors?

 

A Ride Through Time by Charlene Raddon

 

Ghosts. Murder. Love.  P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson travels to Eagle Gulch, Colorado to investigate a report of ghost activity at a house where a murder took place in 1881. When his vehicle carrying his P.S.I. equipment dies, and a riderless mare appears, he mounts up, hoping the horse will lead him to her fallen rider. What he finds is a whole new life beyond his imagination.

Clorinda Halstead believes she’s a widow. After all, she was the one who shot her husband, Horace, on a violent night in 1881. He deserved it, the jury concluded. Living with the town marshal and his wife, all Clori wants is to be left alone. Then a stranger, Burke James, joins the household and nothing is ever the same again.

How did Burke find his way through time to the year 1881, and who is haunting the lovely but distant Widow Halstead? Can Burke find the ghost of Eagle Gulch without his P.S.I. equipment? And how will he ever choose between going home to his own time and a life of love and happiness with Clorinda?

 

The Ghost and the Bridegroom by Patti Sherry-Crews

 

Life is looking rosy for Abbott Foster when he brings his new bride to his ranch in Arizona. But when he is unable to consummate his marriage due to a malevolent spirit in the bedroom, he is forced to call in Psychic Specters Investigations.

Agent Healy Harrison doesn’t want to accept this case. She has her own demons and likes her quiet life, lived in the anonymity of St. Louis. But Tucson is where she finds herself—with instructions to “Have an adventure! Have a romance!” Things get interesting when she meets handsome Pinkerton detective, Aaron Turrell. Is this the romance she’s meant to have, or when their two cases intersect, will it drive him away?

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About the Authorcharlene-raddon-headshot-4

Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. She’s been writing ever since. Because of a love for romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. At present, she has five books originally published in paperback by Kensington Books. More recently these were published as e-Books by Tirgearr Publishing. In May, 2016 Charlene self-published her ebooks with new covers. Charlene also designs book covers and other graphic materials for authors at her site, Silver Sage Book Covers

 

About A Ride Through Time:  Ghosts. Murder. Love.  P.S.I. Agent Burke Jameson travels to Eagle Gulch, Colorado to investigate a report of ghost activity at a house where a murder took place in 1881. When his vehicle carrying his P.S.I. equipment dies, and a riderless mare appears, he mounts up, hoping the horse will lead him to her fallen rider. What he finds is a whole new life beyond his imagination.

Clorinda Halstead believes she’s a widow. After all, she was the one who shot her husband, Horace, on a violent night in 1881. He deserved it, the jury concluded. Living with the town marshal and his wife, all Clori wants is to be left alone. Then a stranger, Burke James, joins the household and nothing is ever the same again.

How did Burke find his way through time to the year 1881, and who is haunting the lovely but distant Widow Halstead? Can Burke find the ghost of Eagle Gulch without his P.S.I. equipment? And how will he ever choose between going home to his own time and a life of love and happiness with Clorinda?

Excerpt

Once more, a whinny and the riderless horse clip-clopped further up the lane. Spook barked.

 

Frowning, Burke halted. Thanks to his years on Pop’s ranch, he’d learned horse talk and had little doubt what this one wanted. “Gabe, I think he wants me to go with him. I’m going to try to ride him, see if he’ll take me to his owner. Follow in the van but don’t get too close.”

“How am I going to do that with a dead motor?”

“Just try it.” Years at Psychic Specter Investigations had honed Burke’s understanding of the unusual, and instinct told him this was no ordinary situation.

The car door creaked open, and Gabe cursed. In the next instant, Spook stood beside Burke. He barely glanced at the Vizsla, keeping his eyes on the horse instead in case it bolted. “Bad dog. I told you to stay.”

Behind him, the van’s engine roared to life, sweet as apple pie.

Burke considered putting the dog back in the van, then relented. “Stay close, Spook. Understand?”

Spook barked.

Shaking his head, Burke inched closer to the horse. “You want to take me to your owner now? We’ll help him if he’s hurt.” Rather than laying in wait to scare the shit out of him like his peers had twenty years ago.

This time, the animal stood still, watching him over its shoulder. Burke hadn’t dealt with horses since leaving for college, but some things never changed. Including the urge to sneeze around equestrian dander. He walked up beside him, allowing the full beams of the van lights to fall on him. Only he saw now that it wasn’t a him; she was a beautiful dappled gray mare. He patted the long bridge of her nose while she sniffed his hand. As if in approval, she snorted and nodded.

“You like that, huh?” Burke continued to stroke the sleek gray coat, checking her neck, withers, and shoulders. She seemed in good shape.

Skittish, though. She danced away a few steps, whinnied and looked back at him as if to say come on.

“You want me to go with you, show me where your rider is?”

Another nod.

The beautifully expressive creature communicated effortlessly. “Damned if you aren’t a clever one. I’ll call you Silver.”

She stomped her hooves with impatience.

“All right, all right.” Burke retrieved his hat from the van before returning to the mare. He felt naked without it. A quick check of the cinch strap later, he hoisted himself into the saddle. Silver snuffled. To Burke’s surprise, Spook leaped into his lap.

The mare allowed her canine passenger—a bigger surprise yet—and trotted up the road.

Gabe followed in the van.

As he rode, Burke kept a close watch for the absent rider. Not knowing where her missing rider might be Burke gave the gray her head. She’d know where to take him.

A rickety old fence bordered the road on the right side. Didn’t look as if anyone had tended to it in a long time. Fence poles lay on the ground like pick-up sticks.

A few miles later, Burke caught a glimpse of the dark, hulking Halstead house in the distance through the trees. His pulse ratcheted up.

He’d made it back!

This time, as a full-grown, established ghost hunter instead of a fifteen-year-old kid, scared, breathing hard, and wishing more than anything he could turn tail and run home.

Course, home no longer existed. Tract housing occupied the land his father, and his grandfather before him had farmed. Home now was Aurora on the outskirts of Denver, the Colorado headquarters for P.S.I. His parents resided in Heaven.

He realized he was grinning from ear to ear and shut his mouth, lest he end up with his teeth plastered with bugs. Spook looked back over Burke’s shoulder and panted doggie breath in his ear. Tree limbs slapped Burke’s face, and he grabbed to keep his Stetson from flying off. A spider web caught on his whiskery cheek. He wiped it away. The horse leaped over a deadfall, and he hung on tight. A skunk scurried away, its tail a black and white banner in the wind.

Silver leaped over a fallen gate and the trees thinned to nothing, leaving only stumps that dotted the uncleared land.

What the…? Burke tried to turn to look back at the forest they’d left behind but couldn’t with the dog in his lap. Why had someone cut them down? Was the historical society planning to put a parking lot here?

The van’s engine faded to silence. Gabe couldn’t follow across the field. He had to keep to the lane leading to the house. The separation troubled Burke. Number eighteen of the psychic investigators code book: never leave a team member behind. He reached into the pocket of his lamb’s wool coat for his cell phone.

No service. Shit. He could try texting his partner but decided to wait.

He continually scanned for the fallen rider and cursed his inability to see in the deepening shadows. The house remained in view with no trees to block it, but he saw no man on the ground.

At last, they arrived in front of the two-story clapboard structure, the dark windows like eyes staring at him. Spook jumped down and disappeared, probably after a rabbit or squirrel. Burke dismounted.

Halstead. At last.

Lifting his face to the moonlight, he gave in to his earlier whim and howled.

The house appeared pretty much the way he remembered it, although something seemed different. He would figure it out. First, he had better find that injured man. Once that was taken care of and Gabe showed up, they could get to work.

“All right, girl.” He turned to Silver. “Where is your ri…?”

Gone. Vanished. As if the horse never been there.

Burke looked down at his hand that had held the reins. How had the horse pulled free without him noticing?

The hair on his arms and neck rose.

 

You can find Charlene at:

 

charraddon@pobox.com

http://charleneraddon.com

http://charleneraddon.blogspot.com

http://silversagebookcovers, com

 

https://www.amazon.com/Charlene-Raddon/e/B000APG1P8/

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14 Responses to The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly…

  1. Keta Diablo says:

    Hi Marian and Char,

    Thanks so much for hosting The Good, The Bad and The Ghostly, Marian, and sharing a little about Char’s story with your followers. Char did a great job on this story, quite unique with the time travel.

    We hope readers love the stories since we had a great time writing them. Stringing all the stories together with a psychic investigating agency was quite interesting.

    Cheers and happy reading ~Keta~

  2. Hi, Marian, thank you for hosting. Char did an amazing job with her time travel story. The characters are believable and the story line entertaining and original. All the stories in this anthology are so different from one another!

  3. Hi, Marian! thank you for hosting us today. Char did an amazing job with her time travel story. Believable characters and entertaining, original story line. All the stories in this anthology are so different from one another!

  4. Yes, thank you, Marian. So grateful for the hosting. All the stories are first class.

  5. Blaire Edens says:

    I thought my crush on Burke would fade but no luck. I’m still in love. Great work, Char.

    Marian, thanks for hosting us!

  6. Marian, thanks so much for having us all here today. We all enjoyed working on this anthology and I think there’s something for everyone in it. I’m just reading Charlene’s story now and it’s great.