January 2008 On Sale: January 1, 2008 Featuring: Mojo 384 pages ISBN: 0373772009 EAN: 9780373772001 Paperback (reprint) $7.99 Add to Wish List Romance, Romance Series Buy at Amazon.com Deadly Gamble by Linda Lael Miller Mojo’s got an uncanny knack for winning at slots, but her home sweet home is Bad-Ass Bert’s Biker Saloon. She’d love to go undercover with an irresistibly hot cop, but he’s got baggage as big as his biceps. Mojo survived a mysterious childhood tragedy, but she’s never quite figured out who she really is or how to get on with her life. Now the wisecracking Mojo is seeing ghosts-the ectoplasmic kind- and turning up baffling clues to her real identity. And she’ll need all her savvy and strange new talent to keep someone from burying her-and the truth- for keeps. Excerpt Cave Creek, Arizona At first, the chill was a drowsy nibble at the distant and ragged edges of my awareness, raising goosebumps on the parts of my flesh bared to that spring night. The sensation was vaguely disturbing, but not troublesome enough to stir me from the fitful shallows of sleep. I remember rolling onto my side, pulling the comforter up to my right earlobe…

I grew up in a little town in northeastern Washington state, a place called Northport. My dad was, really and truly, the town marshal. I was raised on stories, told mostly by my adopted grandmother, Florence Wiley, about ‘old times’, when she lived on a farm outside of Coffeyville, Kansas. In my childhood, she was usually working at the wood-burning cook stove while she told her stories, and that stove has been in every western I’ve ever written, always in the same part of the kitchen. Later, when the uncles went together and bought her an electric model, she hated it, claiming it burned everything, and banished it. The black iron and chrome Kitchen Queen was soon back in residence.Her stories were great. Jesse James once slept in the family barn, and she clearly remembered the day the Dalton brothers tried to rob the bank in Coffeyville. The townspeople had gotten word that they were coming, and they were ready, on roof tops and between buildings, with rifles. The gang was annihilated–the shots were audible from the farm several miles outside of town–and later the bodies were displayed as a deterrent to budding outlaws. Grandma Wiley’s father was ahead of…