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 didn’t think again of New York or his partner or even Nicole until Detective Bonikowski flashed her badge at a guard stationed near the mouth of the alley. She strode toward me. Strode right past two Hispanics and seemed unaware of the apprehension rippling in her wake. Both men stopped in their tracks before conveniently discovering they were needed elsewhere.

My attention ratcheted back to Storm when he pinned his ears. He jerked his head upward in annoyed little jabs as Jay slopped a sponge full of sudsy water down his black mane. I glanced beyond the horse’s rump and noted the ever-present media, the cameramen and photographers with cargo vests and pants loaded with gear and the reporters scavenging the backside like ants.

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