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Nik James | Author-Reader Match: BULLETS AND SILVER
Author Guest / January 26, 2022

Instead of trying to find your perfect match in a dating app, we bring you the “Author-Reader Match” where we introduce you to authors you may fall in love with. It’s our great pleasure to present NIK JAMES …aka Nikoo and Jim McGoldrick… aka May McGoldrick… aka Jan Coffey Writes: Stories that will grab you and not let go. BULLETS AND SILVER will sweep you along on a Western adventure like few others. Caleb Marlowe is a hero to swoon over, and when villains from his past come hunting him in his new home in Elkhorn, Colorado, he’ll do anything it takes to protect what’s his, including the woman he’s come to care about more than he wants to admit. Sparks and bullets fly in this stand-alone second book of the Caleb Marlowe Westerns series. About: After too many years of New England weather, we’re living in Southern California, where the sun always shines and it never rains (except yesterday…and the day before that). We love living by the beach, and we walk the trails overlooking the canyons and the ocean every day, thinking up stories that you’ll love. When we’re not doing that, we curl up on the sofa to enjoy a good…

Nik James | Favorite Westerns + Exclusive Excerpt
Author Guest / May 26, 2021

Favorite Western movies/TV shows (in no particular order) High Noon The Magnificent Seven Unforgiven Dances with Wolves Django Unchained No Country for Old Men Shane Godless Lonesome Dove News of the World Deadwood True Grit Longmire Gunsmoke Maverick Bat Masterson Bonanza The Last of the Mohicans Westworld *** Exclusive Excerpt: As Caleb started back along the trail, he stopped short. The braying of the mule and the shouting of Preacher were enough to wake the dead. Caleb ran hard toward the sound. He rounded a bend and saw them in the distance. It was just as he’d feared. The minister was shouting like a madman over the terrified sounds of the mule. His arms were up, and he was waving a branch of evergreen at something Caleb couldn’t see. That branch wouldn’t have done a lick of damage to a newborn lamb. He knew what Preacher was trying to do, though. Caleb was covering ground quickly, but he was still several hundred paces from them. He ran full speed, leaping to avoid protruding rocks and roots. The trail dipped into a wash, and he lost sight of them for a moment. The hoarse shouts of the minister and the continuous…