Thursday, October 23, 2014

First Chapter Read - Chasing the Dead #western #romance



Chasing the Dead, a Bannister Brothers Novel
Western Romance (Paranormal)

 Five Star Review
"Ghost and Evil Spirits, Oh My! Talking about one exciting adventurous story – WOW! This captivating story combines Indian culture spiritual beliefs with Catholic spiritual casting of Evil Spirits in order to conquer a cursed ghost and send him on to the depths of hell where he belongs."



About Chasing the Dead
The Apache kidnapped me to dispel an evil ghost from their village. If I tell them I don't possess the same skills as my madre, they'll cut my throat and feed me to the dogs. Celesta was the best spirit chaser in all of New Mexico before she died.

The most I can hope for is that Emmett, my fiancé, will rescue me. Is he capable of such a thing? Poppy must not have thought so because he sent Deacon Bannister to save me. Deacon…the man who walked away days before our wedding a year ago. The man who still melts my bones after one look.

We're running for our lives from Uday, the vaporous ghoul tracking us. He lusts after  Sacheen, the beautiful maiden banished from the Apache village who travels with us. The warrior killed her father when Sacheen refused to marry him, and then Sacheen's brother killed Uday.

The ghost's powers grow stronger every minute on our journey back to El Vaquero...and so does my love for Deacon.
~ Madrid Arrende ~
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Chapter One
New Mexico
1884

From the crest of a knoll, Deacon and Gideon Bannister peered through their long glasses and looked down on the Comanche village.
"Their warriors are gone all right." Deacon scanned the encampment front to back. "So it was their pony tracks we spotted yesterday."
Gideon dropped the long glass and turned to his brother. "Riding single file with two dozen unshod horses screams war party to me."
Continuing his perusal of the village, Deacon smiled. "At least we agree on that."
"One thing we don't agree on is risking our necks for a girl we can't identify."
"Did you take a good look at her, Gideon? She's about Callie's age and the hair color is right."
"Callie and Tess had hair the color of wheat." Gideon nodded toward camp. "Her hair is darker."
"Mud, dirt, bear grease…could be any number of reasons for that. 'Sides, it's been seven years since we've seen our sisters. I'm not going to let a shade of hair stop me from finding out if one of 'em is down there."
"I don't like it, Deacon. Even if their best fighters left camp, doesn't mean they didn't leave a guard or two behind."
Deacon found his feet. "One or two of those heathens I can handle." He smiled again. "What? You gotta have solid bona fides Tess or Callie are down there before you go in?"
Gideon stood. "Didn't say that."
"Suit yourself, but I know they have a white captive in camp and I gotta know who."
"Ah, hell, you are one stubborn jackass."
"Yeah," he said with a snicker. "I took lessons from my older brother."
Gideon wrapped the leather strings around his long glass and, with Deacon dogging his heels, headed for the horses. "You got a plan?"
"You cover my back while we work our way to where they're holding her. See that copse of piñon? Stay hidden with the horses. The last thing we want is a squaw raising a ruckus."
"And then?"
"I cut through the tipi and yank her out. That's when you roar in with the mounts."
"Sounds easy," Gideon said. "But nothing ever goes according to plan."
"That's all I got, brother. Let's quit talking and free that captive." Deacon looked at the sky overhead. The sun would set soon, receding with the plum-infused sky. "Someone is out there wondering what happened to their daughter, their sister, their wife. She belongs to someone, Gideon, and I hope someone is doing the same right now for Tess and Callie."
Gideon mounted, watched his brother do the same and looked over at him. "Watch your back. Remember our mission is to get her out, not kill Comanche."
"Agreed," he said with a grin. "Unless they get in my way."
Deacon crab-crawled across the gritty sand—his left leg tucked under, his right leg extended while using his hands to propel his body forward. Over the years, he'd become adept at the maneuver, and fast. On more than one occasion, the technique had rendered him almost invisible and had saved his hide. Stretching his arm, he sank his long knife into the animal hides covering the tipi and dragged it downward. He glanced at Gideon out of the corner of his eye and then drew a deep breath. No telling who or what he might find inside the dwelling with the girl. Well too late for second thoughts now. He peered in. The girl had laid down on a berth of pelts in a corner of the tipi, her back to him, but her long, dirty-blonde hair fanned out around her shoulders. He scanned the confines and breathed a sigh of relief. At the moment, no one else occupied the shelter. He had one chance to get this right; grab the girl and drag her to the mounts Gideon would have waiting.
She must have sensed his presence before he got to her, no doubt a skill she learned from living with the Comanche. She jackknifed up and twisted her body around to face him. A moment of confusion furrowed her brow. Cornflower blue eyes in the pale, gaunt face registered fear. He raised a hand to calm her but not in time to cut off her scream. Gideon was right, 'nothin' ever goes according to plan'.
With no time to explain, much less allay her fear, Deacon grabbed her around the waist, scooped her into his arms and bolted for the gaping hole he'd carved out moments ago. A string of guttural Comanche words spewed from her lips, in perfect sync to her flailing legs connecting with his shins.
"Move!" Gideon shouted. "Two braves coming fast."
A shot from Gideon' rifle rang out, followed by the whistle of an arrow, so close to Deacon's ear, he felt its speed. "Stop fighting me, girl! I'm here to help you."
Reaching for the pommel of his saddle with one hand and clinging to the woman with the other, a scream tore from her throat. She slumped against his hip with an anguished groan.
He heard Gideon curse before he ripped off another shot. "Now or never, Deacon, get her onto the horse!"
Calling on all his strength, he heaved his body upward, hauling himself and the girl into the saddle. Pulling her close to his chest, he yanked on the reins and his horse bolted forward.
"Mary," she whispered weak-voiced. "Mary Whitcomb."
The hand curling around her back, met warm, sticky liquid…and the cold steel of a knife. "No, oh, no," he rasped. "Hang on, Mary. Don't you leave me."
"I'm done for, Mister. Tell," she wheezed the words. "Tell my folks I love them."
"You can tell them yourself soon, Mary. Stay with me, please stay—"
"I'm sorry I-I fought you…didn't know…."
A white-hot pain shot through Deacon's leg. He looked down at the shaft of an arrow protruding from his thigh. Sonofabitch, can it get any worse?
Mary's last breath escaped in a rush and then her lifeless body collapsed against him.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

New Book! CHASING THE DEAD - Western Romance (Ghost)



Title – Chasing the Dead, Book 1
Series – Bannister Brothers
Author – Keta Diablo
Genre – Western Romance (Paranormal)
Publication Date – October 17, 2014


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About the Book
The Apache kidnapped me to dispel an evil ghost from their village. If I tell them I don't possess the same skills my madre did, they'll cut my throat and feed me to the dogs. Celesta was the best spirit chaser in all of New Mexico before she died.

The most I can hope for is that Emmett, my fiancé, will rescue me. Is he capable of such a thing? Poppy must not have thought so because he sent Deacon Bannister to save me. Deacon…the man who walked away days before our wedding a year ago. The man who still melts my bones after one look.

We're running for our lives from Uday, the vaporous ghoul tracking us. He wants Sacheen, the beautiful maiden banished from the Apache village who travels with us. The warrior killed her father when Sacheen refused to marry him, and then Sacheen's brother killed Uday.

The ghost's powers grow stronger every minute on our journey back to El Vaquero...and so does my love for Deacon.
~ Madrid Arrende ~

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Excerpt
A shadow hovered near the fires, ducking in between stalks of cacti and other scrub brush. Maddie drew a deep breath and ambled forward with Elan beside her. Amid the dissonant chants and prayers, warriors brandishing spears and shields hollered into the gray mist. Maddie squinted, hoping to catch sight of the ghoul the others couldn't see. Only powerful shamans and spirit chasers had trained themselves to look upon the face of a dead spirit. A ripple of fear spread through her limbs and shivered down her spine when la fantasma appeared before her.
A mass of black patterns and swirls marred his enraged face. His eyes were hollow and black until a den of serpents slithered from the sockets–a deception the spirit had learned in his brief time in the underworld.
Maddie swallowed hard and sneaked a glance at Elan. Standing tall and looking formidable, she had to admire the man's courage. "It is you he seeks to destroy, Elan, to forge a path to Sacheen. I will go forth on my own now."
Elan shook his head, his expression one of disbelief. "Why would you put yourself in such danger? We wait and see what the dead man will do."
"No. It is what he wants, for all in the village to fear him. Only then does his true power unfold. I will meet his challenge; let him know I am here to banish him back to the dead." "Although I cannot", she whispered under her breath.
The ghost twisted and turned, retreating back from the fire, only to appear seconds later at another location in camp. He screamed and howled, the otherworldly sounds rumbling through the village like a murderous dust storm.
 Maddie shrugged aside Elan's grip on her elbow and walked forward. "Madre, be with me," she said to the ground. The moon had not shown its face this night but a smattering of a million stars gave enough light for Maddie to focus on the grim outline of the wretch. "Lift up your eyes dead spirit and hear my words."
An inhuman screech sent a blast of wind in her direction. It lashed her face and whipped her long hair into a frenzy.
"You are small and weak. I do not fear you!" she screamed, bewildered by the words spewing from her mouth. "The wolf has sung your passing and the bear has grumbled low. Sing your death song and return to the underworld."
The wailing chants of the shamans echoed behind her.
Ignoring her warning, Elan suddenly appeared beside her, only to be struck to the ground when the ghoul unleashed a stream of lightning spikes from the sky. Elan moaned, clutched his broken arm and attempted to rise.
"Stay down!" Maddie ground out between clenched teeth.
Her mother's voice rode the crest of her fear. Be strong, Madrid, try again.
Her knees shook and her spine curled, but she took another step forward. "Your breath has moved to another world. You must remain with it. Do you hear me, dead spirit? You are no longer welcome here. Your relatives have said farewell and so must you, never to return."
A refrain from the Apache against her back bolstered her courage—a roar of cheers and the synchronized trampling of moccasins beating the ground.
 Torrents of rain fell from the sky, pounding Maddie into the earth beneath her feet. Wet dirt spiraled up her nose and debilitating pain wracked her body. A hand clamped over her arm. When Maddie realized it belonged to Elan, a sigh of relief mingled with the cold blast of air surrounding them. Sacheen's brother pulled her against his wet body and crawled toward camp, dragging her with him.
A triumphant scream from the ghost rent the air, pitching the warriors into a cowering retreat. The cold, gray dawn swept over camp. Shivering with despair, Maddie turned to Elan. "His power is great."
Out of breath and still clutching his arm, he nodded.
"Maddie raised a fist to the sky. "We have failed this night, dead spirit, but we will not the next time we meet."
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