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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
Storm pranced between us, his neck curled against our hold, his eyes wide with a touch of white showing round the edges. As we strode down the alley toward the track, I looked up, and a chill that had nothing to do with the cold feathered down my spine. The buildings on our left and the line of barns to our right framed the Twin Spires on the distant horizon. I had spent the last couple of days admiring them from different vantage points, but there was something about the trip from one of the Derby Barns that raised goose bumps on my skin. I sensed a hitch in Jay’s stride and suspected he’d had a similar reaction.
