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Unforgiven Spirit
Unforgiven Spirit
Unforgiven Spirit
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Unforgiven Spirit

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While investigating complaints in the ranch country of western Montana, government employee Susana Kader is run off the road by a bizarre glowing horse and rider. She’s afraid someone’s trying to scare her away, but she’s much more frightened when she realizes it’s not a human. It’s a ghost cowboy on a phantom horse.

Following a strange glowing rider to a remote portion of the High Paradise Ranch, foreman Reede Munro finds Susana stranded. Her first touch sends sparks racing through him, but her vague answers about her reason for being on the ranch spike his curiosity. Unable to resist their wild mutual attraction, they spend a hot afternoon in his bed.

The ghostly presence is determined to meddle, though, and Reede enlists the help of the ranch’s resident ghost whisperer, who reveals shocking information that will change Reede’s life forever. But he’s not the only one with secrets, and when Susana’s are exposed, she knows her days with Reede are over. Can fate intercede before Reede and Susana make the biggest mistake of their lives?

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Release dateOct 14, 2015
ISBN9781311664990
Unforgiven Spirit
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Randi Alexander

Randi Alexander writes romance novels in a fun variety of genres, like western, paranormal, menage, BDSM, motorcycle club, and even sweet. When she’s not writing a story or dreaming about her next book, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers or snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico. Forever an adventurous spirit with a romantic imagination, Randi is family-oriented and married to the best guy in the world. Give in to the allure of passion as Randi’s emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless. You’re guaranteed a story that’ll give you a happily ever after.

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    Unforgiven Spirit - Randi Alexander

    Unforgiven Spirit

    Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch Series, Book 2

    by

    Randi Alexander

    UNFORGIVEN SPIRIT

    Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch Series, Book 2

    Original Printing 2015

    Revised Version Copyright © 2021 Randi Alexander

    *~*~*~*

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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    Chapter One

    Susana Kader swerved her little green sedan to miss the… What the heck? A glowing green horse and cowboy raced across the dark road right in front of her. She slammed on the brakes and spun the steering wheel, making her tires slide along the gravel. She’d been going too fast; she’d told herself that just three minutes ago, but did she listen? No.

    All she wanted was to get home. Well, her rented cabin close to the High Paradise, Thad McCade’s Montana ranch. Which she was illegally crossing right at this moment.

    Her car slowed but skidded toward the ditch. Aw, hell no! She was being so smart, taking this shortcut to get home five minutes earlier than if she’d used the main road. After spending nine hours poring over public records of the High Paradise Ranch, she was looking forward to a glass of scotch, a frozen meal expertly prepared by her microwave, and a long soak...

    A loud bang came from the front end of the car as it nosedived into the ditch and stopped with a vengeance, tossing her forward against the seatbelt. Her head hit the side window as the airbag bloomed in front of her.

    Everything went gray. She tried to stay awake, but her eyelids dropped. A wobbly memory of a shimmering cowboy on a powerful horse passed through her mind. Was this her punishment for all the dirt she was digging up on the ranch? To be reaped from this planet, not by a black-robed figure with a sickle, but by an electric cowboy?

    ****

    Reede Munro wandered from the kitchen of his house...technically, it was the High Paradise Ranch foreman’s house he was allowed to use. Carrying a bottle of beer, he walked through the dining room and juggled his sandwich plate in his other hand as he turned on the light in the living room. It had been a long day, and even though he’d been foreman for eleven months, he still hadn’t gotten used to having to boss the men around.

    Thad McCade, one of the owners of the ranch, had promised Reede he wouldn’t regret taking the job, and he didn’t, except for at night, when he was all alone in this house. He plopped down in the leather recliner in the living room and turned up the volume on the basketball game playing on the big screen TV.

    Solo living allowed him to leave the TV on all night, playing it as loud as he cared to. No one would hear. No one else was in the big old two-story place that had been built for a family to grow into. Chugging his beer, he washed away the bad memories that lingered too close tonight. He was here alone, and probably always would be, the way his luck was going.

    A thump sounded from the back of the house. A really loud thump, not like the usual creaks and groans that had him thinking of the restless spirits that wandered the night.

    He cocked his head, scratching his short beard, then tugged at his dark-blond hair, cut short this afternoon by a ranch hand’s girlfriend who was studying to be a stylist.

    Finishing his sandwich, he considered heading to bed, even though it was barely nine. Five a.m. came damn early, especially in late fall, close to the end of October when the sun didn’t shine over the mountains until well past eight.

    Another thud came from the back of the house, and Reede muted the TV, un-reclined himself, and wandered toward the kitchen. He stopped three feet shy of entering the room.

    From the window in the door and the one over the kitchen table, green light flooded into the room. Clomping, like horses’ hooves pounding the planks, raised up a ruckus.

    Damn cussed ranch hands. They were up to their pranks again? When he’d been promoted to foreman, the other hands had made a point of carrying out elaborate hoaxes on him. He hadn’t complained. It was just their way of initiating him, showing him that even though he was in charge of them now, they still considered him one of them.

    That had gone on until Thad had heard about the pranks and had taken a walk down to the bunkhouse one evening and laid down the law. Reede hated to think he needed someone to police the men for him, but it had worked, and the pranks had stopped.

    Until now.

    Reede pulled his coat off the tree by the door and tugged it on, then set his heavy black cowboy hat on his head and opened the door. He was ready to face whatever the boys had in store for him tonight.

    Through the screen door, the glow blinded him for a second before it moved off the porch and headed along the split-rail fence line away from the ranch buildings.

    He stepped outside onto the porch. Squinting, Reede tried to make out what the shape was. Tall and wide, it almost looked like someone on a horse. Idiots. He shook his head and turned to go back inside.

    The clomping noise came again, right behind him, the glow lighting the porch like a thousand green bulbs.

    He froze, his eyes shifting to the side, waiting for whatever was about to go on next.

    When nothing happened, he turned.

    The thing sped off, moving incredibly fast, and stopped about two football fields away. Had they rigged up some kind of zipline?

    Reede put his hand on the screen door and was instantly flooded with light and the sound of hooves on wood behind him.

    He dropped his hand. Okay, boys. I’ll play, but let’s get it over with, huh? So I can get back to the game.

    The thing moved away again, a bit farther down the fence line this time.

    Reede automatically reached inside the door for his rifle. On a ranch, at night especially, a person was wise to carry protection. And not the…romantic kind.

    He jogged down the few steps, his boots hitting hard to let whoever was in the glowing suit know he was playing along.

    The thing moved further down the fence, nearly a quarter-mile away now. Come on, guys. He said it to whoever was surely hanging around his house, watching...or recording...his reaction. You’re really gonna make me do this? He trudged to his four-wheeler and slid the rifle in the holster. Okay, but you can count on some extra ditch diggin’ tomorrow. He fired up the ATV and headed in the direction of the glow.

    It kept pace with him, maintaining the same distance no matter how fast Reede went. He slowed to button his coat and pull up the collar against the frosty night. There was no moon, and the stars burned like high beams through the black sky. Nearly ten minutes later, he finally began making progress on the thing.

    First item on his morning to-do list; he’d make the guys tell him how they did this. He grinned. It was pretty damn cool.

    The thing stopped on the other side of the fence, behind a large object in the ditch by the side of the minimum maintenance road. A car? Reede turned his ATV toward the fence, shining his headlights toward whatever it was. Sure enough, a green car sat at a forty-five-degree angle, nose down in the ditch. He’d never have seen it if…

    The thing disappeared. Didn’t fade away, didn’t ride off. Just poof.

    A fierce chill raced down his spine, nearly shaking his hands off the grips. Damn forsaken crap.

    A woman stepped around the back end of the car, her footing unsteady as she kept one hand on the trunk. Her long, curly, blonde hair glowed gold, her other hand shielded her eyes from his headlights. Hi. Are you real? Or are you a ghost, too?

    Ghost? Reede looked to where the thing had been just seconds ago. The chill that shook him this time nearly unseated him.

    This was why he left his TV on every minute he was in the house. The damn ranch was haunted.

    ****

    Susana stared into the light that either

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