Raised in a crumbling desert town filled with scorpions and tumbleweeds, Celia has learned to keep a safe distance from outsiders. However, when a crew of devastatingly handsome bikers - led by the dashing Abdul - rolls into town, Celia has no choice but to get her hands dirty. Charming, suave and cocky, Abdul hurls excitement and trouble right to Celia’s feet no matter how hard she tries to stay aloof.
Before Celia knows it, she is sucked into a whirlwind of adventure. Soon she is helping the motorcycle gang battle a cruel cartel leader, trying to stop the madman from getting his hands on an inhuman power. A saloon shoot out, a handsome genie, and a high noon showdown threaten to destroy Celia’s complacency for good!
This is a newly-released spinoff of my book What Might Be, put out thanks to fan demand. Lamp Riders is a modern western, complete with saloon shoot out and high noon stand-off. However, it has a fun paranormal twist, with some smoking' genies thrown in! It recently hit the Amazon best seller list for fairy tales, and its peak sales on 1/9 sent it to the 15,000s of rank. It has also been selling quite well on other platforms, making up about half of its total sales. It has several 5 star reviews on Amazon, and fans have called it their favorite book yet. I expect its popularity to only grow, as I have a been marketing push lined up for the week of 1/14.
Viento Frio was a monstrosity of arrogance and capitalist greed, a sign that rich men thought they could conquer whatever they pleased. Lacking any humility, someone had thought to bring supermarkets and lawns to the middle of the Mojave Desert, ignoring the screaming winds and blistering sun that made the surroundings look like Mars. Like many things that sound good in the boardroom, the feasibility of the project should have been questioned from the very beginning. However, it never was.
A small group of tacky buildings had quickly been propped up by questionable contractors, and a few naive souls had been lured away from busy Southern California to come move to the ‘up –and-coming community’. There had even been a half-hearted attempt to make a public swimming pool for residents to cool off in when the temperature hit one hundred and twenty degrees. Just as quickly as it sprouted, however, the project was abandoned. The developers quickly ran away to easier places to work, like Florida, and time all but stopped for the brave souls who had tried to tame the desert. The town began the same slow wither into madness that affects everyone who stays too long in the summer sun.
Celia’s parents had been two of the hapless souls led to the promised land of Viento Frio. Tired of the stifling congestion and greed of Los Angeles, they had drifted across the barren wastelands towards a small tin trailer to call their own. Soon after came their small convenience store, another trailer parked in front of their first, that was stocked with all the necessities a small, barely functioning town would need. Last of all came Celia, the first and only child born in Viento Frio.
