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Rose Red is a respectable woman now, and her past as a member of Queenie's cattle-wrangling gang is securely behind her. Until the sister she left behind appears at her door, desperate for help. With nowhere else to turn, Rose has to seek shelter from the sheriff... who also happens to be the man she stood up at the altar.
Blood is thicker than water.
When Blanca Red learns that Queenie means to have her killed, she flees for her life from the only family she's ever known. Other than the sister who abandoned her years ago. Now she and her estranged sister have to lay low with the sheriff's brother- and local preacher- who insists that her past isn't too much of an obstacle for her to become a church man's wife.
But as Rose could tell her sister, the past has a way of finding you again. And hers wants her dead.
The Clockwork Faerie Tale Novella series can be read as stand-alones or together, for whenever you want your steampunk happily ever after.
Read an Excerpt from Red as Blood
A fear grips her soul unlike the one already holding her body still to hide from death. This fear overcomes her careful training and practice, and a single scream escapes. “Matthew!”
“Rose.” His moan is so silent, yet somehow it carries to her ears over her guns and the screams and the almost tangible fear itself.
And then, through the darkness and the smoke, Rose sees where he’s lying prostrate just feet away from her.
Her limbs refuse to obey, but then, suddenly, she’s on top of him, covering his body with hers.
“What’s . . . happening?" Matthew moans.
"I don't . . . know," Rose answers.
Then, suddenly, an eerie silence falls.
“Rose?” Matthew asks.
“I don’t know,” she repeats.
“You smell nice,” he adds, his eyelids drooping.
Suddenly, a new shadow is looming over them, and Rose doesn’t have to look up to know they are no longer alone.
“Well, well, well. Isn’t it the sheriff and his runaway bride. Running away together now, are we?”
The words take Rose by such surprise that she does look up.
And find herself looking up into the glinting eyes of old farmer Joe, a rifle resting in his side.
“Joe?” Rose gasps. “You’re an outlaw now?”
“No, I don’t reckon I am.” He drops down to the dust beside her, and only Matthew’s weight keeps Rose from jumping. “But me and the other good people of Sheridan had to take matters in our own hands and chase down the band of ruffians that burned the jailhouse after the sheriff's up and left us.”
Joe pauses long enough to spit to the side, as is his custom, before resting on his long gun and turning back to Rose. “Here we done thought he was aiding our neighboring town of Silverton. But apparently, he just wanted to elope.”
“What? No! That’s not it at all—”
He raises a bushy eyebrow. “Then what be it, Miss Rosie?”
Finding herself quite at a loss of how to phrase their current predicament, Rose manages with a, “My sister needed help.”
“Ah, yes. Your sister.” Joe makes a great show of looking side-to-side. “And where might your missing chaperon be, exactly?”
“She went ahead for further help—”
“Yep. Sure she did.” He grunts. “Like we wouldn’t know you didn’t have no sister, living with you these so many years.”
There's a lot about me you don't know, Rose thinks but keeps her lips tight.
And Matthew is no help from whichever dream he’s slipped into.
Rose clears her throat and speaks as loudly and confidently as she dares. “Well, I thank you very much for leading a posse to our rescue, since Matt- the sheriff, was injured in our little tumble—”
Joe guffaws and Rose immediately regrets her choice of words.
Shaking his head, he spits again. “I just don’t know why you done didn’t just marry yer man at the altar, little Missy. Would’ve saved you a lot of hassle.”
Rose’s blood goes cold, but the fear is different from the one she felt when fearing an attack.
This one feels like she’s going to live longer to regret the choices made this night.
“But don’t worry yourself none, little Missy.” Joe moves his gun from hand-to-hand. “We’ll make an honest woman of you yet.”
“What? No! I mean, I’m already an honest woman—”
Too late, Rose realizes she’s been surrounded. Turning her head in every direction for a potential escape, she sees a citizen of Sheridan stationed there, all watching her. Waiting.
Tighter than any corset, anxiety grips Rose’s heart, and makes her breaths come out shallower. “Don’t you all have a band of robbers to take to Silverton, since our jailhouse is burnt?”
“We will in time,” calls down Roderick, the banker. “But first, we have some other business to attend too.”
Spitting again, Joe picks up his rifle in both hands. “Yes, sir, little Missy— it’s time for a shotgun wedding.”
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Jes Drew is the author of the Ninja and Hunter trilogy, the Howling Twenty trilogy, the Kristian Clark saga, and the Castaways trilogy. She lives with her mom, dad, younger sister, four younger brothers, and two dogs, obsessing about her true love, Captain Steve Rogers. There is a possibility that she may or may not be a superhuman, but she hasn't discovered her powers. Yet. Also, she might be a spy, but that's classified.
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