From the series: Ghost Town of SoreAss Creek - Whiskey Gulch

Stagecoach to Nowhere: BOOK SEVEN (Ghost Town of SoreAss Creek - Whiskey Gulch 7)

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🚨 All aboard the most haunted, hung-over, and hilariously unhinged ride in the West! 🚨

When the phantom stagecoach rolls through Whiskey Gulch at midnight, the living hold their breath and the dead hold their liquor.

Former rodeo queen and full-time ranch boss Jo McGraw has survived cattle stampedes, ex-husbands, and Grandma Mavis’s chili—but nothing prepared her for a ghost coach that drops passengers in the wrong century. Now Jo, her whiskey-wielding grandmother, two trouble-loving Boone twins, and a small army of over-opinionated dogs are stuck in a ghost town where time runs drunk and the afterlife refuses to mind its own business.

Welcome back to Whiskey Gulch, where the whiskey’s haunted, the ghosts are petty, and the law’s written in invisible ink.

When Coachman Jack, the spectral driver with a lantern that glows whenever someone lies, rolls into town, chaos reigns:

Grandma Mavis hijacks the coach for a “quick trip to Reno.”
The Boone twins start betting on which decade it’ll crash into next.
The dogs dig up tacos from 1995.

And Jo? She just wants one night without a citation for “reckless haunting.”

But when the lantern whispers Jo’s name, and Wade Boone—the man she swore she wouldn’t fall for—vanishes into the light, the laughter turns dangerously close to heartbreak. Because in Whiskey Gulch, love doesn’t die—it just comes back louder.

Packed with bawdy humor, heart, and hauntings that won’t quit, Stagecoach to Nowhere is Book Seven in the bestselling Whiskey Gulch series—a riotous blend of comedic paranormal Western, romantic chaos, and whiskey-soaked redemption.

If you like:

🥃 Ghosts with attitude
🤠 Cowboys who look good in trouble
💋 Flirtation that feels real
🐕 Dogs smarter than most lawmen
💀 Hauntings that end in karaoke
🔥 Romance with a side of recklessness

…then hitch a ride.

Because in Whiskey Gulch, the saloon never closes, the sheriff fines you for “standing too sassy,” and the afterlife’s got better punchlines than the living ever did.

Readers are calling it:

“Deadwood meets Ghostbusters meets a shot of top-shelf bourbon.”
“Funniest damn Western since sin was invented.”
“Proof that purgatory comes with karaoke nights.”

Come for the ghosts. Stay for the whiskey. Pray for the dogs.
Stagecoach to Nowhere — because sometimes the road to redemption is haunted… and drunk.