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Madeline Baker/Amanda Ashley

CHASE THE LIGHTNING
is out of print

CAPTURE THE LIGHTNING
and
CATCH THE LIGHTNING
are short story sequels

Capture the Lightning and Catch the Lightning are also available in the Tales of Western Romance Anthology - available in print and on Kindle

CHASE THE LIGHTNING



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Winner of the Golden Quill Award from the Desert Rose Chapter of RWA for Best Paranormal.

Winner of the Aspen Gold Award from The Heart of Denver Romance Writers for Best Parnormal.

Winner of the OCC/​RWA Orange Rose Contest for Best Paranormal.

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Chase the Lightning

On The Run ...
The stallion emerged from the swirling mist, sunlight dancing on its white coat, glinting like liquid silver in its flowing mane and tail. It was a spirit horse, Trey had been told, one that would always carry him away from danger. And if ever he'd needed such an animal, now was the time. With a bullet in his back and a posse on his trail, he wouldn't last long unless
the words of his Apache grandfather came true.

From The Law
Amanda couldn't believe her eyes when the beautiful white stallion appeared in her corral with a wounded man on its back. Dark and ruggedly handsome, the stranger fascinated her. He had about him an aura of danger and desire that excited her as her law-abiding fiancé never could. But something didn't add up: Trey seemed bewildered by the amenities of modern life; he
wanted nothing to do with the police; and he had a stack of 1863 bank notes in his saddlebags. Then one soul stirring kiss made it all clear. - Trey
might have held up a bank and stolen through time but when he took her love, it would be no robbery, but a gift of the heart.

THE LIGHTENING SERIES


Prologue

The white stallion grazed peacefully on a patch of sun-warmed grass beside a slow-moving river. The Lakota horse herd grazed nearby, never getting too close. In the distance, smoke rose from the lodges of the People.

The stallion did not belong to the Lakota. Or the Apache. Or the Cheyenne. Or any other tribe. He was Relámpago and he belonged to no one. The Apache called him a ghost horse because of his pale color. The Cheyenne called him a spirit horse because he could travel the shadow road between the past and the present, but he preferred to make his home in the past.

A gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the trees, carrying with it a voice from the present. A voice only the stallion could hear.

With a toss of his head, the stallion began to run, mane and tail flying in the wind as he raced swiftly over the rolling hills. It was not an Apache warrior that needed saving this time. Or a young woman contemplating suicide.

But a woman looking for love in all the wrong places.


Prologue

The great white stallion grazed on a patch of sun-warmed prairie grass, long white tail swishing an errant fly. The Apache called him a spirit horse; the Cheyenne called him a ghost horse because of his pale color.

But Relámpago was both, and neither. For hundreds of years, he had wandered the shadowy path between the past and the present, saving countless lives, bringing lost souls together.

Ears pricked forward, the stallion watched the old man and the boy stroll toward him.

“Is that him?” the boy asked, pointing. “Is that the spirit horse?”

“Ai, that is Relámpago.”

“Tell me the story, grandfather.”

“You have heard it many times before.”

“Yes, but I’ve never seen the ghost horse,” the boy said, excitement evident in his tone and in the way he hopped from one foot to the other. “Tell me again.”

Smiling indulgently, the old man began. “It started in a time long ago when one of our brave warriors went out to face his enemies. Surrounded by the bodies of his slain comrades, he lifted his war lance high overhead, his death cry riding on the wings of the wind as he waited for death to find him.

“His enemies laughed and made rude gestures at him. They were certain the warrior would die that day. That when night came, they would sing of the Apache’s death while they danced, his scalp and that of the other slain Apaches dangling from their scalp poles.

“The Apache warrior watched his enemies impassively as he chanted softly, his prayer for deliverance wending its way up to the Great Spirit even as the warrior set his face toward death. ‘Hear me, Usen, grant me courage that I may die well.’

“As he prayed, a sudden stillness fell over the land. The wind moaned through the tall prairie grass. Curling fingers of thick gray mist rose up from the ground.

“The Apache warrior fell silent. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he saw a stallion emerge from the gathering mist.”

“Relámpago!” the boy exclaimed, clapping his hands.

The old man nodded. “The very same. The stallion’s hooves echoed like thunder, striking lightning from the earth as it galloped toward the warrior. Sunlight danced over the stallion’s dazzling white coat, glinting like liquid silver in its flowing mane and tail. A thin black scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning, adorned its right flank.

“The warrior’s enemies fell back in superstitious awe as the ghost horse approached, but the Apache warrior stood his ground. The eagle feathers tied in his hair fluttered in the rising wind.

“The stallion slowed as it drew near the warrior, then stopped to paw the ground. Grasping the stallion’s mane, the warrior swung onto its back, and with a wild cry, he and Relámpago rode through the midst of their enemies toward freedom and into myth and legend.”

“But Relámpago’s not a myth,” the boy said. “He stands here before us.”

The old warrior smiled. “He is here today. Tomorrow, he may be gone.”


October 2001

Prologue

The Apache warrior faced his enemies defiantly. Surrounded by the bodies of his slain comrades, he lifted his war lance high overhead, his death cry riding on the wings of the wind.

His enemies laughed and made rude gestures at him. The warrior would die this day. And tonight they would sing of the Apache’s death while they danced, his scalp and that of the other Apaches dangling from their scalp poles.

The Apache warrior watched them impassively as he chanted softly, his prayer for deliverance wending its way to the Great Spirit even as he set his face toward death. “Hear me, Usen, grant me courage that I may die well.”

A sudden stillness fell over the land.

The wind moaned through the tall prairie grass.

Curling fingers of thick gray mist rose up from the ground.

The Apache warrior fell silent. Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he saw a horse emerge from the gathering mist. The stallion’s hooves echoed like thunder, striking lightning from the earth as it galloped toward him. Sunlight danced over the stallion’s dazzling white coat, glinting like liquid silver in its flowing mane and tail. A thin black scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning, adorned its right flank.

The warrior’s enemies fell back in superstitious awe as the ghost horse approached. The Apache warrior stood his ground, the eagle feathers in his hair fluttering in the rising wind.
The stallion slowed as it drew near, stopped to paw the ground.

Grasping the stallion’s mane, the warrior swung onto its back, and with a wild cry, he rode through the midst of his enemies, toward freedom, toward home.


From Romantic Times Magazine interview:

MADELINE BAKER CHASES THE LIGHNING AND FINDS GOLD IN HER LATEST TIME TRAVEL

This is a spirit horse,” Walker on the Wind had said. “He is as swift as lightning, as surefooted as a mountain goat, as reliable as old Father Sun. Treat him well, and he will always carry you away from danger.”

After inheriting a huge house in Arizona and loads of money from her wealthy uncle, Amanda Burkett is thrown for an even greater loop the moment Relámpago, a mysterious white stallion, and his sexy owner Trey Long Walker, wander into her yard needing help. It isn’t long before Amanda learns that not only has Trey stumbled 132 years into the future (thanks to Relámpago’s nose for trouble), he’s also been shot during a profitable bank heist—one that took place in 1869, no less!

That’s right. Trey, a half-breed Apache bank robber and his “ghost horse” have time traveled all the way from the rowdy real life era of “cowboys and Indians” into the equally dangerous twenty-first century. Bounty hunters still thrive, albeit in smaller numbers, and are now the “muscle” behind the United States penal system. Amanda’s fiancé; is bounty hunter, Rob Langely, the great-great grandson of Bob “Wolf” Langely, the man who so aggressively pursued Trey way way back in the 1800s.

Trey had not only meant to rob J.S. Hollinger’s bank—the man he holds responsible for his father’s death—it was also his intention to take Hollinger’s life. However he is unable to pull the trigger of his Colt handgun and instead winds up with a satchel full of cash and feeling as though he’s failed his family, especially his Apache grandfather, Walker on the Wind. But all hell breaks loose when a bank employee is fortuitously shot by one of Trey’s cohorts and because of this, Wolf Langely is hot on Trey’s trail, holding him liable for the fallen man, and ready to claim the reward money offered on Trey’s head.

“Trey was such an interesting character to write,” award winning author Madeline Baker (aka Amanda Ashley) says of the hunky hero in her October time travel, CHASE THE LIGHTNING. “Gruff yet sweet… Like a hot fudge sundae, really. The life he offers Amanda is an unstable one; it’s mystical and marvelous and what’s more, it’s exciting! And poor Rob—talk about plain vanilla ice cream!—just isn’t able to match that level of excitement to Amanda’s liking.”

It is Relámpago who jumps the fence, so to speak, from time period to time period. It is his destiny as “spirit horse” to rescue those in perilous situations by transporting them to safer soil. But are such “spirit” or “ghost” horses actual mythological figures or a machination of the author’s fanciful imagination?

“Well, neither really,” laughs Madeline. “The idea was given to me by an online friend and fellow author, William Burkett. I told him that I needed an idea and he then told me about the ‘ghost horse,’ which was purely his invention. That was what sparked the rest of the book for me.”

Not only would William supply Madeline with the crux of her story (keen readers will take notice of the heroine’s last name—a subtle homage to her internet muse), he worked with her on making the depiction of Arizona as authentic as possible as well as provide a male perspective on the story.

(For Madeline’s diehard vampire and paranormal fans, it is not coincidence that Amanda Burkett shares the same name as Madeline’s alter ego, Amanda Ashley. Says Madeline, “I used the name Amanda for lack of anything better. Then, when the book was completed, it was too late. Amanda was, well, she was an Amanda.”)

Names of characters aside, the compelling writing style and intricate meshing of the past versus the present is 100 percent Madeline. She considers herself a “typical” romance writer, but especially enjoys writing her time travels and vampire tales as they’re suitable vehicles for her fun-filled, topsy-turvy brand of story telling.

In January 2002, look for the Signet release, LAKOTA LOVE SONG, about a young woman who finds a wounded Indian on her ranch and in February 2002, her next Amanda Ashley is due, titled MIDNIGHT EMBRACE, which her editor, Alicia Condon has dubbed, the “perfect vampire romance.”

The tentative release date for RECKLESS EMBRACE, the fourth in her Recless series, is March of 2003. Those fans waiting for Blackie’s story needn't wait any longer (well, until 2003, that is)! And Hannah and Shadow are alive and well, Madeline reassures her readers.

“When I sit down to write, I need to be able to see the story play out in my mind, like a television show or a movie,” Madeline says. “I don’t use an outline or plot point A to point B. Somehow I just figure it all out in the end.”

Excerpts

What I'm working on now
COMING SOON
THE RECKLESS SERIES
Book Five
Short Story
Book Three
Book Two
AMANDA'S VAMPIRE ROMANCES
Sequel to After Sundown
Sequel to Shades of Gray
Alien/Vampire
HISTORICAL ROMANCES
Historical Time Travel
Time Travel
The first book I wrote
Time Travel Books ~
Under a Prairie Moon
A Whisper in the Wind
The Spirit Path
The Angel and the Outlaw
A Feather in the Wind
THE NIGHT SERIES
Books 1 and 2 in the Night Series
Books 3 and 4 in the Night Series
SHORT STORIES
Historical Romance
Paranormal Romance
Paranormal Romance
Paranormal romance
Books by Harlequin Silhouette