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 paused in the National City Tower’s forecourt, and as I looked up at the sheer wall of black glass, the reflection of a C-130 transport slipped silently across the surface while the drone of her engines overrode the distant whine of traffic on I-64. I pushed through a revolving door.
The doors slid open with a gentle hiss of air that was drowned out by the throb of Nickelback’s latest release, a blend of gritty, no-holds-barred vocals and percussion. I stepped out of the car onto black granite polished to a high sheen, and what struck me most about the thirty-ninth floor were the breathtaking view and an overriding sense that you could step out into space if so inclined. The elevator bay was essentially an island in a vast open area, or an anchor depending on your perspective.
