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    Shotgun Showdown
    Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles
    Shotgun, Lies & Alibis
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    A Cozy Mountain Town Mystery Series

    By Trena Redding

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    About this series

    Here I am, still stuck in Shotgun, Colorado dealing with mountain folk who live by different rules and take pleasure poking around in everyone’s private business.



    My boss at the DEA won’t let me return to D.C..



    The leader of the drug cartel is still hunting me.



    Fine, I don’t want to die. Trouble is, I think I’m going soft. Someone shot at me. Instead of shooting back, I escaped inside an abandoned coal mine. What a place to hide, dark cave, neck deep in pickaxes and shovels. You’d think I would know better. I’m not interested in bunking with bears or other wild creatures.



    Worse yet, the handsome town doctor is making me miss D.C. less and less, with his chiseled chest and charming ways. He even took me on a date to the Hot Pots—boy, did my mind come up with some interesting ideas about what a hot pot was. And when I’m not on a date? I dodge the sheriff. So I helped my friends break into a few storage units. I couldn’t let them down could I?. The sheriff’s mother thinks I would be a fantastic Mrs. Sheriff, and isn’t shy about shoving me at her son every chance she gets. Add in a dose of shameless flirting at a campground, spinning in circles in the middle of a love triangle, and another dead body.  I’m beginning to wonder if hiding in this town is worse than letting the cartel’s goons track me down.



    How many murders does it take to change a sheriff? Every corpse makes it harder to convince the sheriff I’m just an innocent, every day, medical professional. Then again, I am masquerading as one. Maybe the sheriff’s instincts are a bit too good.



    I better get busy solving this mystery before the sheriff kicks me out of town for stepping on his toes. Or worse, thinks I’m somehow involved in the murder.



    Again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.
    Release dateFeb 15, 2023
    Shotgun Showdown
    Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles
    Shotgun, Lies & Alibis

    Titles in the series (3)

    • 1

      Shotgun, Lies & Alibis
      Shotgun, Lies & Alibis

      Shotgun, Lies & Alibis

      Trena Redding
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      I have a secret. Actually, I have a lot more than one, but I figured I’d go easy on you since we just met.   My real name isn't Ally Justice. That's the name someone back at headquarters made up--I was sure--to have a good laugh at my expense.   I'm not from this small town in Colorado. I'm stuck here until the drug cartel in D.C. takes the price tag off my head. And it's a big number. If I could spend it after I was dead, I'd think about taking the gig myself.   Turns out I'm not really excited about the thought of being dead just yet. So here I am, in this unique--they call it quirky--town of Shotgun, Colorado. Totally out of my element. I don't do nature, or animals, or snow.   Yet here I am, stuck. I'm supposed to lay low, mind my own business. Blend in. But seriously? Did anyone back home do any ReCon on this town? The Bingo hall is like C.I.A. Headquarters where not one stone--I mean town secret--is left unturned. The mayor's widow thinks the sidewalks are her personal roads because, well, they used to be. And her son, the sheriff, is very nice to look at. Not that I'm looking.   I'm settled - sort of. I'm minding my own business.   It's not my fault a dead body turned up in my backyard and suddenly I'm the prime suspect. The sheriff could be sexy, coming at me with those handcuffs. He has potential. However, I’m not going to jail for a crime I didn’t commit. Guess there’s nothing left for me to do now but solve this mystery myself.

      I have a secret. Actually, I have a lot more than one, but I figured I’d go easy on you since we just met.   My real name isn't Ally Justice. That's the name someone back at headquarters made up--I was sure--to have a good laugh at my expense.   I'm not from this small town in Colorado. I'm stuck here until the drug cartel in D.C. takes the price tag off my head. And it's a big number. If I could spend it after I was dead, I'd think about taking the gig myself.   Turns out I'm not really excited about the thought of being dead just yet. So here I am, in this unique--they call it quirky--town of Shotgun, Colorado. Totally out of my element. I don't do nature, or animals, or snow.   Yet here I am, stuck. I'm supposed to lay low, mind my own business. Blend in. But seriously? Did anyone back home do any ReCon on this town? The Bingo hall is like C.I.A. Headquarters where not one stone--I mean town secret--is left unturned. The mayor's widow thinks the sidewalks are her personal roads because, well, they used to be. And her son, the sheriff, is very nice to look at. Not that I'm looking.   I'm settled - sort of. I'm minding my own business.   It's not my fault a dead body turned up in my backyard and suddenly I'm the prime suspect. The sheriff could be sexy, coming at me with those handcuffs. He has potential. However, I’m not going to jail for a crime I didn’t commit. Guess there’s nothing left for me to do now but solve this mystery myself.

    • 2

      Shotgun Showdown
      Shotgun Showdown

      Shotgun Showdown

      Trena Redding
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      I’m supposed to be in hiding. The leader of a drug cartel has goons searching for me—and the price on my head is growing. My boss at the DEA wants me to sit still in Shotgun, Colorado, a quirky, podunk mountain town, so I don’t end up dead. Here I am, trying to lay low and mind my own business. Problem is, my new friends keep getting me involved in things like selling toilet artwork and overly potent peach moonshine. They threw me into a fishing tournament—my skills majorly lacking—and I hooked more than I intended. A lot more. Another dead body, and this time I witnessed his demise. I don’t know why these things keep happening when I’m around. Just lucky, I guess. The sexy sheriff isn’t happy with me. If I keep ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, I might be the one who ends up in jail. Guess I’d better find the killer before anyone else ends up dead. Including me.

      I’m supposed to be in hiding. The leader of a drug cartel has goons searching for me—and the price on my head is growing. My boss at the DEA wants me to sit still in Shotgun, Colorado, a quirky, podunk mountain town, so I don’t end up dead. Here I am, trying to lay low and mind my own business. Problem is, my new friends keep getting me involved in things like selling toilet artwork and overly potent peach moonshine. They threw me into a fishing tournament—my skills majorly lacking—and I hooked more than I intended. A lot more. Another dead body, and this time I witnessed his demise. I don’t know why these things keep happening when I’m around. Just lucky, I guess. The sexy sheriff isn’t happy with me. If I keep ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time, I might be the one who ends up in jail. Guess I’d better find the killer before anyone else ends up dead. Including me.

    • 3

      Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles
      Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles

      Shotgun, Shovels & Troubles

      Trena Redding
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      Here I am, still stuck in Shotgun, Colorado dealing with mountain folk who live by different rules and take pleasure poking around in everyone’s private business. My boss at the DEA won’t let me return to D.C.. The leader of the drug cartel is still hunting me. Fine, I don’t want to die. Trouble is, I think I’m going soft. Someone shot at me. Instead of shooting back, I escaped inside an abandoned coal mine. What a place to hide, dark cave, neck deep in pickaxes and shovels. You’d think I would know better. I’m not interested in bunking with bears or other wild creatures. Worse yet, the handsome town doctor is making me miss D.C. less and less, with his chiseled chest and charming ways. He even took me on a date to the Hot Pots—boy, did my mind come up with some interesting ideas about what a hot pot was. And when I’m not on a date? I dodge the sheriff. So I helped my friends break into a few storage units. I couldn’t let them down could I?. The sheriff’s mother thinks I would be a fantastic Mrs. Sheriff, and isn’t shy about shoving me at her son every chance she gets. Add in a dose of shameless flirting at a campground, spinning in circles in the middle of a love triangle, and another dead body.  I’m beginning to wonder if hiding in this town is worse than letting the cartel’s goons track me down. How many murders does it take to change a sheriff? Every corpse makes it harder to convince the sheriff I’m just an innocent, every day, medical professional. Then again, I am masquerading as one. Maybe the sheriff’s instincts are a bit too good. I better get busy solving this mystery before the sheriff kicks me out of town for stepping on his toes. Or worse, thinks I’m somehow involved in the murder. Again.

      Here I am, still stuck in Shotgun, Colorado dealing with mountain folk who live by different rules and take pleasure poking around in everyone’s private business. My boss at the DEA won’t let me return to D.C.. The leader of the drug cartel is still hunting me. Fine, I don’t want to die. Trouble is, I think I’m going soft. Someone shot at me. Instead of shooting back, I escaped inside an abandoned coal mine. What a place to hide, dark cave, neck deep in pickaxes and shovels. You’d think I would know better. I’m not interested in bunking with bears or other wild creatures. Worse yet, the handsome town doctor is making me miss D.C. less and less, with his chiseled chest and charming ways. He even took me on a date to the Hot Pots—boy, did my mind come up with some interesting ideas about what a hot pot was. And when I’m not on a date? I dodge the sheriff. So I helped my friends break into a few storage units. I couldn’t let them down could I?. The sheriff’s mother thinks I would be a fantastic Mrs. Sheriff, and isn’t shy about shoving me at her son every chance she gets. Add in a dose of shameless flirting at a campground, spinning in circles in the middle of a love triangle, and another dead body.  I’m beginning to wonder if hiding in this town is worse than letting the cartel’s goons track me down. How many murders does it take to change a sheriff? Every corpse makes it harder to convince the sheriff I’m just an innocent, every day, medical professional. Then again, I am masquerading as one. Maybe the sheriff’s instincts are a bit too good. I better get busy solving this mystery before the sheriff kicks me out of town for stepping on his toes. Or worse, thinks I’m somehow involved in the murder. Again.

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