A Cool Piece of #amreading : Blood Land

Reading is a continuing obsession, and I often try to share my love of books here on my blog. As part of that, I would be featuring books by fellow authors each Wednesday on Amlokiblogs.
Today I give you Blood Land, a Mystery/ Thriller & Suspense by blog friend R. S. Guthrie. Published by Blu Pencil Publishing, LLC, Blood Land recently received a Gold Medal and won Best in Category in both Mystery Police / Legal Suspense and Fiction General in the 2013 Wise Bear Book Awards. If you’re looking for a gripping read which engages you not only with its twists and turns but with characters you care for, look no further.
Elevator Pitch: Blood Land is
a gritty, emotional saga set in Wyoming with both greed and vengeance
at its core. When the town’s top law officer’s wife is slain by her own
blood, a reluctant hero is forced to battle his own demons and
ultimately choose between justice, revenge, and duty.

Teaser Excerpt:  
Pruett
put his hand on the hood of Ty’s truck. It was the only vehicle in the
small dirt lot. The metal had long since cooled, the engine quiet. The
sheriff unholstered his revolver. He checked the cylinders and eased up
the stairs, peering through the dirty glass of the saloon door, his
nerves dancing expectantly.
Ty
sat alone, stooped over the Springfield. A weathered Stetson and a
half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sat next to him on the bar. Pruett saw
no one else. Owner and barkeep, Roland Pape, was in the wind. Or worse.
Pruett
opened the door slowly. He targeted the sweaty, thinning hair on the
back of Ty McIntyre’s head. The door creaked loudly, but the old cowpoke
remained motionless.
“Sheriff,” Ty finally said.
“Yep,” Pruett answered, his finger steady on the trigger guard. “That rifle loaded, Ty?”
“Wouldn’t be much of a rifle if it weren’t.”
“You know where Roland is, Ty?”
Ty pointed toward the back door.
“Took a powder,” he said. “Weren’t much jaw in him. Not like usual.”
“Ty, I’m taking you in. Just two ways that happens.”
“Takin’ me in?”
“I’ve
got big questions need answering,” Pruett said. Streams of sweat ran
down the nape of his neck and into the middle of his back. His stomach
bucked and kicked like a wild horse. His mind screamed at him,
questioning, wanting to know why he didn’t put a bullet in McIntyre’s
spine. The law seemed insurmountably distant from Pruett.
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If you want to while away the hours with a page turner, you might want to check this one out.
 Buy Blood Land: Amazon , B&N, Smashwords .

The author has given the readers of Amlokiblogs a 50% discount on Blood Land.
 Discount Coupon on Smashwords: XB25D.  It’s good for one week with a July 3rd expiration.
Than you, Rob. I urge all of you to take advantage of this offer, and tell him how you liked his book!

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P.S.: Email me at atozstories at gmail dot com in case you want Your Book featured. This space is all booked up to August now, but I’m scheduling posts all through the year.

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  1. Donna Hole

    Great review, and excerpt. I enjoy well written conflict – with characters and the plots. Thanks for spotlighting the book Damyanti.

    Congrats RS; looks quite interesting. Cool that it won so many awards too.

    …….dhole

  2. Mark Murata

    Interesting. I'm trying to watch the TV show Longmire, which is also set in Wyoming. But Monday night, after I set up the DVR, I absentmindedly turned off the cable, so I recorded an hour's worth of blank screen

    • klahanie

      Hi Damyanti,

      This is very kind of you to bring further awareness of R.S. Guthrie. I wish him well with his book. The teaser excerpt is a teaser. I shall now take the liberty of sharing your posting. Yes, even on 'Farcebook'.

      All the best,

      Gary 🙂

    • R.S. Guthrie

      Hi, Mark. I grew up in Wyoming, just south of Jackson Hole. Beautiful country. Longmire (come to find out) is based on a character written by an author in another part of the state. I still haven't watched the series; we see the ads because we watch Pawn Stars (of all things)! If Longmire interests you, I almost guarantee you'll love Blood Land. More than one reviewer (including Wise Bear Books) has said they think it would make a great movie. I'd love to know your opinion. Thanks much for reading and commenting. 🙂

    • R.S. Guthrie

      For Gary: I appreciate the shares, sir, and the well wishes! Same to you in your endeavors. I, too, appreciate Damyanti's gracious review and posting about my book—she rocks! Cheers!

    • R.S. Guthrie

      Hi, Stephen. I appreciate you reading the review and taking the time to comment. Personally, I find that particular conflict (wherever I find it) one of the most intriguing (and difficult to reconcile). Take care.

    • R.S. Guthrie

      Hi, Jo! Maybe this helps:

      Pruett put his hand on the hood of Ty’s truck. It was the only vehicle in the small dirt lot. The metal had long since cooled, the engine quiet. The sheriff unholstered his revolver. He checked the cylinders and eased up the stairs, peering through the dirty glass of the saloon door, his nerves dancing expectantly.

      Ty sat alone, stooped over the Springfield. A weathered Stetson and a half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey sat next to him on the bar. Pruett saw no one else. Owner and barkeep, Roland Pape, was in the wind. Or worse.

      Pruett opened the door slowly. He targeted the sweaty, thinning hair on the back of Ty McIntyre’s head. The door creaked loudly, but the old cowpoke remained motionless.

      “Sheriff,” Ty finally said.

      “Yep,” Pruett answered, his finger steady on the trigger guard. “That rifle loaded, Ty?”

      “Wouldn’t be much of a rifle if it weren’t.”

      “You know where Roland is, Ty?”

      Ty pointed toward the back door.

      “Took a powder,” he said. “Weren’t much jaw in him. Not like usual.”

      “Ty, I’m taking you in. Just two ways that happens.”

      “Takin’ me in?”

      “I’ve got big questions need answering,” Pruett said. Streams of sweat ran down the nape of his neck and into the middle of his back. His stomach bucked and kicked like a wild horse. His mind screamed at him, questioning, wanting to know why he didn’t put a bullet in McIntyre’s spine. The law seemed insurmountably distant from Pruett.
      ——-

  3. shelly

    Sounds good. I put it on my TBR. Its always great help another author out. Will tweet and share this.

    Hugs and chocolate,
    Shelly