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Liberty Valley Love, Book 6

A Time-Travel, Paranormal Western Romance

Date Published: June 14, 2022

 Publisher: Satin Romance

 

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The oldest of the Jamison triplets, hereditary witch and criminal defense
attorney, Astra Jamison knows more about the laws of magick than her two
sisters. She serves the Goddess but believes those who hurt and harm people
who can’t defend themselves should be punished, abhorring it when
innocents suffer. She is always willing to dole out her kind of justice to
anyone who offends her, often sending them to gruesome deaths. When she and
her sisters open a time portal to 1888 Liberty Valley to save two people
from a serial killer, the last thing she expects is to have the wizard she
views as an age-old enemy return, seeking retribution for sins she committed
in the past.

Wizard and healer in more than one life, Rowdy Tall-Deer struggled to
survive when his soul-matched mate arranged his murder time and again,
having rogue shape-shifters attack and eat him alive. Discovering a time
portal that leads to the 21st century and the witch who betrayed him means
making new plans. Does he opt for vengeance or attempt to learn the truth
behind her machinations? Nothing is as it seems when her demon father
becomes involved, determined to continue a war that began eons ago.

Will love finally conquer evil or is history doomed to repeat itself for
their next life?

Other Books in the Liberty Valley Love series:

 

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Liberty Valley Love – “Where no matter what, soulmates find
each other.”

A Man’s World

Liberty Valley Love, Book 1

 

Cowboy Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 2

The Marshal’s Lady

Liberty Valley Love, Book 3

 

Hero Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 4

Trail Through Time

Liberty Valley Love, Book 5

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About the Author

Josie Malone

Josie Malone lives on the family farm, a riding stable in the Cascade
foothills where she organizes most of the riding programs, teaches
horsemanship, nurses sick horses, holds for the shoer, trains whoever needs
it – four-legged and two-legged. And writes books in her spare time,
Liberty Valley Love, a paranormal western romance series, “where no
matter what, soulmates find each other” and the Baker City Hearts and
Haunts, a paranormal military romance series – “where love is
real and so are the ghosts!”

 

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Liberty Valley Love, Book 5

 

Paranormal Western Romance, Time Travel Romance, Romance

Date Published: March 2022

Publisher: Satin Romance

 

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When a suspected murderer escapes from the Junction City jail, the
marshal’s younger brother, Kyle Morgan feels honor bound to follow him
from 1888 Liberty Valley to the 21st century. From what his new
sister-in-law, former homicide detective Beth Chambers-Morgan has shared,
Kyle knows a woman he’s only seen in pictures is in mortal danger.
Somehow, he must convince her that he’s traveled more than a hundred
years to protect her.

The survivor of a horrendous attack, horse rescuer, Nina Armstrong blames
herself for the death of her best friend who pursued her assailant and
vanished in Mount Baker National Forest. Now, a battle-scarred stranger
arrives determined to guard Nina from the serial killer planning to
eliminate the sole witness to his crimes. Intelligent, brave, Kyle Morgan
talks like an old-time cowboy, but Nina wonders about his claims to be from
a distant place and time. Why is she so drawn to him?

Love may prove to be the biggest threat of all when survival is on the
line. Will they create a future together in Liberty Valley or will Kyle
abandon her and return to the days of yesteryear? What is home and where
will they find it?

Other Books in the Liberty Valley Love Series

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A Man’s World

Liberty Valley Love, Book 1

Defending her honor . . . and her life!

Cowboy Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 2

Be Careful What You Witch For!

The Marshal’s Lady

Liberty Valley Love, Book 3

Two officers of the law from different centuries chasing the same killer
could be a recipe for disaster—especially with the distraction of
love!

Hero Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 4

It’s just another day in paradise until Audra Dawson faces the effects of
the Hero Spell.

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About the Author

Josie Malone

Josie Malone says, “I live on the family farm, a riding stable in the
Cascade foothills. I organize most of the riding programs, teach
horsemanship, nurse sick horses, hold for the shoer, train whoever needs it
– four-legged and two-legged. And write books in my spare time,
Liberty Valley Love, a paranormal western romance series, “where no
matter what, soulmates find each other!” and the Baker City Hearts and
Haunts, a paranormal military romance series – “where love is
real and so are the ghosts!”

 

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Hero Spell Blitz

 

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Liberty Valley Love, Book 4

Contemporary Paranormal Western Romance

 

Date Published: November 2021

Publisher: Satin Romance

Extraordinary pony farm manager Audra Dawson does it all, training ponies, teaching children to ride and looking after the livestock at Silver Lake Pony Ranch. She sets her sights on the man of her dreams—a man she adores, despite the fact he has other plans. He sees her as a friend, a potential sister-in-law, and a woman more capable than most Army generals—a cross between Gunga-Din and Alexander the Great—but not someone he wants to be involved with romantically. Meanwhile her employer’s two mischievous kids are determined to find the “perfect” man for her and they cast the Hero Spell.

The Magic is Back!

A legend in his own mind, veterinarian Joe Watkins knows his destiny when he sees Audra again. She needs him as much as he does her. He’ll capture her stubborn heart. Between Audra’s family who puts the “fun back in dysfunctional,” apparently random animal poisonings, a stranger who claims to have traveled through Time, and the trials and tribulations of the summer season on the pony farm, tensions increase with the summer heat. Will the magic last this time or is it just a fling brought about by the Hero Spell?

Other books in the Liberty Valley Love Series:

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A Man’s World

 

Liberty Valley Love, Book 1

Defending her honor . . . and her life!

Cowboy Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 2

Be Careful What You Witch For!

The Marshal’s Lady

Liberty Valley Love, Book 3

By Josie Malone

Two officers of the law from different centuries chasing the same killer could be a recipe for disaster—especially with the distraction of love!

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About the Author

Josie Malone

I live on the family farm, a riding stable in the Cascade foothills. I organize most of the riding programs, teach horsemanship, nurse sick horses, hold for the shoer, train whoever needs it – four-legged and two-legged. And write books in my spare time, two paranormal western romance series.

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Liberty Valley Love, Book 3

 

Time Travel Western Romance

 

Published: August 2021

Publisher: Satin Romance

Liberty Valley Love, Yesterday and Today ~ where no matter what, soulmates find each other

While trailing a serial killer on horseback, homicide detective Beth Chambers finds she has somehow ridden back in time—to 1888! When she comes across injured Marshal Rad Morgan, she has no choice but to try to save his life. Though the handsome marshal believes a lady should stand behind her man, Beth is determined to catch the killer she’s chased through time, and prove she’s a capable law enforcement officer in any century.

A former Union soldier, Rad has survived the Confederate hellhole of Andersonville Prison—but his toughest challenge is beautiful Beth Chambers. As the headstrong female detective from the future lets him in on why she’s there, Rad becomes convinced that her stubbornness may get her killed. But when he is shot and left for dead, the marshal has no other choice but to put himself in Beth’s hands—and hope they can both survive!

Two officers of the law from different centuries chasing the same killer could be a recipe for disaster—especially with the distraction of love!

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Liberty Valley Love, Yesterday and Today ~ where no matter what, soulmates find each other.”

A Man’s World

Liberty Valley Love, Book 1

Cowboy Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 2

The Marshal’s Lady

Liberty Valley Love, Book 3

Hero Spell

Liberty Valley Love, Book 4

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THE MARSHAL’S LADY by Josie Malone

 

 

PART ONE

Action is the antidote to despair.”

Joan Baez

 

CHAPTER ONE

To do HER Sacred Work, SHE chooses a Guardian,

then creates a hallowed place, despite Time and Space….”

Rules of Chronos

Friday, April 13th, 2018

Ambushed by the suspected serial killer she pursues through Mount Baker National Forest, Homicide Detective Beth Chambers prays for a second chance to stop him.

* * * *

The sloppy wetness of Luke’s tongue as he licked her face roused Beth. Her head spun. She struggled to lift one hand. She forced open her eyes and gently pushed the dog away. He whined and sat down beside her. She reached up, felt the bump on the back of her head where it’d hit a rock.

Remembering the sight of Luke’s broken body beside the trail, she touched the dog, stroked his brown fur. He pressed closer, and she rubbed his shoulder. He’d been stunned, not killed. “Guess we both messed up, buddy. We’ve gotta be a lot more careful from here on out.”

Luke growled and licked her hand. She risked trying to sit up. Her mind fogged and she almost slipped into welcome darkness. No time for rest. The accident had obviously been Tigger’s fault. It wasn’t the first time the stallion had thrown her. However, it was the first time he’d reared and gone over backward on top of her.

Damned, stupid idiot. I ought to have bought a Quarter-horse instead of falling in love with a beauty like you when Nina took me to Xanadu Arabians. I shouldn’t have listened when Audra bragged about how brilliant you are and your terrific pedigree.”

From where he pulled at a few tufts of grass near a granite boulder, Tigger nickered in answer. Beth glared at the horse. A faint wisp of memory filtered into her mind, and she tried to follow it. She had fallen off him, hadn’t she? Wasn’t she pinned by the stallion for at least a moment or two? She must have passed out prior to Tigger standing up. No wonder she thought she was dead meat. For a moment, she recalled a sense of pervading peace, love, admiration, and acceptance. There had been all of that and yet something more.

The harder she tried to remember, the more the feeling slipped away. Reluctantly, she gave up the battle. She’d think about the accident later, after her head quit hurting. She hugged Luke tightly for a moment, then rested one hand on the German Shepherd’s solid, eighty-pound body and struggled to her feet. Her ribs throbbed in protest. She must have cracked one, if not broken it.

Her head swam. She took a step. Her stomach rebelled and she barely made it to the side of the trail before she hurled, grateful lunch had only been beef jerky and water eaten in the saddle hours ago. Should she head home? Nobody would blame her if she stopped searching for Gary Smith, nobody but herself. She raised a hand to her forehead and felt for the cut she remembered. The blood had frightened her. She’d been so sure she was dying.

There was no blood on her face now and no sign of the injury either. She tried a cautious step. Her legs were fine. She could walk. Her hysterical fear during the accident prompted the notion it was the end of the world and her life. Nina often said, “A good fall is one the rider walks away from.”

Recalling her friend restored Beth’s courage. She took a deep breath. Her body might feel a little sore, but she wasn’t finished yet. Smith deserved to spend the rest of his life behind bars and justice must be served. She wouldn’t wimp out now, not when she was so close to him.

No.” She petted Luke. “We’re not going back yet. We’re getting that scumbag off the streets and behind bars.”

The dog pressed against her. She stroked his bristly short hair. “Come on, partner. Let’s go look around.”

Crossing to the Arabian, she took the rifle from its scabbard. She checked the load and started up the path. The stud whickered and then trotted after her.

Now’s a fine time to tell me how much you love me.” She swung around to catch the reins and tie up her horse. The sight of a bloody crease in the center of his forehead stopped her. A bullet wound. She was closer to Smith than she’d imagined. Tigger’s spooking saved her life. She rested her hand on his gray neck. “I’ll be more careful. I don’t want you hurt.”

The stallion nuzzled her arm and Beth changed her mind. She couldn’t leave the horse tethered. If he were loose, he could run away from Smith, and since the Arabian was used to getting treats from her, he’d come when he saw her. She glanced at the trail, a thin scattering of dirt over granite.

She went to Tigger’s right side. She opened the saddlebags and removed evidence bags and plastic gloves. Now, if she found anything, she would be able to use it against Smith. She worked her way through the overgrown salmonberry bushes and alder saplings, glad when she found her way back among the evergreens. Less than a hundred feet up the trail, she discovered the place where Smith had launched his attack. A few cigarette butts littered the muddy ground, and she recognized his footprints.

Removing her digital camera from a jacket pocket, she took pictures of the area then collected the evidence. No way she’d use her phone to take a video and risk losing it to the inept prosecutor. John Watkins, the lead homicide detective still complained about having to replace his smartphone when it was seized for evidence. She’d turn the cigarette butts into the lab when she got back to town. Tests would prove Gary Smith indeed attacked her, leaving her for dead.

The man was long gone. Did he think she was finished? Why hadn’t he made sure? He generally beat his victims almost to death, then slit their throats to be certain they couldn’t testify against him. Shooting her wasn’t his usual M.O. Why had he changed? She shrugged. Everyone made mistakes. Smith was a human being, not only the monster she personally thought of him.

Slowly, she returned to Tigger, collecting her hat on the way. She replaced the rifle in the scabbard, checked the tack, and then swung into the saddle. For the next hour, she rode cautiously. She kept a wary gaze on the trail and often rested a hand on the butt of the rifle. Luke remained closer this time, a few feet from the Arabian.

Suddenly, the path opened into a small clearing. A hill rose before her, clawing into the sky. Even misty fog and slanting rain couldn’t disguise the hazardous trail up the steep incline. She saw paw prints in the mud and knew Luke had already started the climb. She petted Tigger’s neck, lingering to watch the moon rise above the giant cedars and hemlocks. Something in the atmosphere caused the bright globe to appear red tonight. It provided plenty of light to see the trail and that was all she cared about.

Tigger tossed his head and snorted, the loudness shocking her. She returned her attention to the mammoth slope in front of her. Huge granite boulders lined the path while smaller fragments awaited an unwary hoof. A light sprinkling of dirt covered the slick gray stone and a tiny evergreen clung precariously to the side of the hill. Fog shrouded the top of the ridge, hiding the steepest part of the ascent.

She took a deep breath and measured the climb again. Then, she urged Tigger forward. The gray stallion leaped up the rocky incline, scrambling for footing. Granite pieces fell behind them and she glimpsed another horse’s hoofprint and a scrape on gray stone. So, Smith still had Wonder, an abused Appaloosa stallion he’d stolen from Nina Armstrong’s horse rescue facility.

Nobody knew where the starved wreck of an equine came from almost two years ago, but Nina, a famous Washington State horsy do-gooder nursed him back to health. The woman had interrupted Smith when he’d absconded with the horse three days ago and she’d paid the price. Beth found Nina before she died. She identified Smith and asked Beth to return the stallion to her barn.

The drizzle grew heavier, silvery rain slashing down in a curtain of thread-like drops, streaming downward. Waves of water rolled, small drops followed by larger ones creating a hazy view, a thin fog-shrouded screen blocking most of the path behind them. Tigger collected himself for another series of leaps. When they gained the first plateau, she reined him to a halt.

Oddly enough she could breathe better up here, better than she had when she first mounted after the accident. Her ribs had stopped hurting. Her head no longer pounded like someone beat a jack-hammer against her skull and her stomach wasn’t roiling. She truly had walked away unscathed. She’d have to tell Nina when they returned that her advice was correct as always. Of course, the younger woman would pitch a fit when she heard about the fall and lecture Beth for the hundredth time about keeping her heels down and staying balanced in the saddle.

She waited for Tigger to regain his breath. With a squeeze of her legs, she sent the horse forward again, grateful for the bright red moon lighting their way. More than once she heard his hooves strike small rocks. He jumped another log and came to a halt on the summit. She petted his steaming neck, scanning the top of the ridge. The evergreens which were so huge at the bottom of the hill had become tiny tips, like baby Christmas trees, insubstantial from this height.

Grateful the rain had stopped, she eyed the descent, stretching before her, down a winding trail. The path seemed clearer in the evening moonlight with none of the hazards they’d overcome on the ascent. She touched Tigger’s sides with her legs and the Arabian headed downhill at a faster pace. When they reached level ground, the small stallion picked up a jog.

Suddenly, she heard a short yip. Luke had found something of interest. A low, menacing growl came next. It meant the discovery was male, a human male which the large German Shepherd considered fair game. His refusal to work with men had almost ended the canine’s career with the department before it started.

Luke, hold.” Had she found Smith already? Why wasn’t he shooting at Luke or her? She pulled her carbine from the scabbard.

Tigger snorted as they came around a bend. He leaped sideways as he caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure huddled near a boulder. Luke stood in front of the man, continuing to growl, hackles raised.

She cursed the dusk. The red moonlight didn’t help her see much. She couldn’t get a clear view of the man, but he appeared bigger than her suspect. “Smith?”

No.” The stranger groaned. “I’m hurt. Bad.”

She shoved her rifle back into its holder. Her voice deepened with frustration and impatience. “What the hell are you doing here then?”

Bleeding.” Faint amusement filled his bass rumble.

About the Author

Josie Malone

I live at Horse Country Farm, a family-owned riding stable in the Cascade foothills. I organize most of the riding programs and teach horsemanship, nurse sick horses, hold for the shoer, train whoever needs it – four-legged and two-legged. And write books in my spare time, usually from 8PM to 2AM, seven days a week after a long day on the ranch.

When I can’t write, due to the overwhelming needs and pressures of the “real” world, words and stories fill my mind. Even when I muck the barn, I think about books in progress and map out the writing in my mind.

There are 26 horses to look after, along with other assorted animals. As for kids, I give back the ones who come to learn how to ride at the end of each day. Now, I’m teaching the kids and grandkids of the ones I taught way back when we started. I’ve had a lot of adventures over the years and I plan to write all about them. I hope you enjoy reading about them!

I’m a member of Evergreen Romance Writers of America, the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America Chapter, the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest and Pacific NW Writers. I have B.A. degrees in English and History, and my Master’s-In-Teaching degree.

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