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The Devil’s Snare – Out Now

My new novel, my first in the Ralph Compton western series, is available now.

You can pick it up on Kindle, through Amazon, and it is available in Paperback exclusively in Walmart!

Two strangers unite to avenge their families’ murders in this gripping new installment of bestselling author Ralph Compton’s Gunfighter series.
 
The grisly murder of Glendon Hart and his family conveniently paves the way for a wealthy Amity Creek rancher to expand his empire of pastures and cattle. But the arrival in town of Glendon’s sister, Myra, throws a spanner in the works when she refuses to bow to Jack Denton’s increasingly intimidating demands to sell him her homestead.
 
Sixteen years earlier, on a snow-locked Nebraska farm, a band of outlaws executed Ethan Harper’s family before his young eyes. Ethan vowed bloody revenge against the men responsible, and after years of searching the trail has brought him to Amity Creek, where he and Myra gradually discover they share a common enemy, an elusive villain with a trio of murderous minions to do his bidding. Together, they must devise a plan to lure Denton into a deadly trap—and send the devil back to hell….

New story ‘Adele’ out now in VINTAGE LOVE STORIES

A story of mine, called ‘Adele’ is out now in the Blunderwoman anthology VINTAGE LOVE STORIES. It will be available in ebook and paperback soon, but for now it is available as an audiobook from https://www.audiobooks.co.uk/audiobook/vintage-love-stories/348868

Vintage Love Stories, And Amanda R. Woomer, K.E. White, Jacob Strunk, Tony Healy, Kathryn Burns, Edited By Tanya Eby. Written By B.L. Aldrich, Christina Thompson, Cassandra Campbell

Here’s a snippet from ‘Adele’:

Grace looked at her left hand, at the gold band on her wedding finger. She tilted it in the dusty swirl of light from the window, the band shining as it caught the light at just the right angle. There was some sparkle left to it.
Grace looked away, to the blue sky beyond the window panes; the rooftops of houses the opposite side of the street forming sharp teeth against the blue, like terracotta mountain peaks.
Her sight grew bleary. She’d been trying to fight the tears back for days and for the most part, had managed admirably. But now they came in a deluge, pouring from her eyes, heavy raindrops that rolled down her cheeks and gathering in her lap.
If I cried long enough, she thought, I’d have a pool of water there. One hand over the other, like the hands of a garden sculpture built to capture rain for the birds. The decades would be but moments in time. Forty years of marriage—a life! —passing in a kaleidoscope of sunrise and sunset.