Poisoned Pen Press
Hardcover
ISBN: 1-59058-302-9
December, 2006
$24.95

Trade paperback
ISBN: 1-59058-478-3
May, 2007
$14.95

LARGE PRINT
ISBN: 1-59058-303-6
March, 2007
$22.95

MORE PRAISE FOR TRIPLE CROSS . . .

"Just as a horse recognizes when sure hands gather the reins, from the first page of Triple Cross, I found myself on the bit and ready to go wherever Kit Ehrman led. Set in Louisville as Derby excitement builds ... the mystery unfolds with a clocker's precision while deftly capturing the city, the track, and its thoroughbred stars."
~Robbee Huseth, bookseller

"Ehrman's best mystery novel yet. The plot is gripping, words seem to flow off the page and into your imagination . . ."
~The Strand Magazine

"Ehrman dishes up the delectable young sleuth Steve Cline in an action-packed mystery [where] he also faces his own issues about life, love and temptation -- put your betting money on another Ehrman winner."
~In & Around Horse Country

"The story progresses with the customary flavor of previous novels, excellent descriptions of caring for horses and the racing world especially the flavor of Derby fever . . . another great read, right down to the finish line."~Midwest Book Review

" . . . well-told and well-plotted, providing the reader with thrills aplenty in the buildup to the Kentucky Derby."
~Louisville Courier-Journal
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excerpt from TRIPLE CROSS

I rotated my glass, and its beveled base dragged a film of condensation across the polished wood. You’re still angry, I thought as I watched people descend from the upper level on an escalator whose underpinnings were totally exposed, a mass of gears and belts and pulleys illuminated with softly glowing blue and green lights. Different. Like the entire complex. I glanced down our row of tables. Paige had her arm draped around her boyfriend’s neck, and for a change, he was paying attention to her. Gannon sat alongside her, but he’d hunched forward and cupped his hands over both ears in an effort to hear someone on his cell phone.

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