By Kristy McCaffrey
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 Crow and the
Coyote
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
Available at Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
The Crow and the Bear
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
Available at Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
A Murder of Crows
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
Available at Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
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?
