BAIT THE DEVIL
by Winter Austin
February 2 - March 13, 2026 Virtual Book Tour
Synopsis:
A BOUNTY OF SHADOWS
In bounty hunting, clean jobs are a myth. Dot knows—she’s seen the blood.
Dot Ybarra doesn’t bluff. Fresh into her bounty hunting career, she’s already earning a reputation for results. But when a “routine” rogue bounty—taken as a favor to her lawyer cousin—turns lethal, she’s staring down a case with international reach, bodies in its wake, and the stench of power.
Her business partner, T.J. Roman, is hiding a secret. If Dot finds out … well, she can’t find out. It would end the effective partnership they’ve built. But the trail won’t wait. What should have been a clean pickup of a fellow military veteran spirals into a hunt through the shadows, where one wrong move could see them both buried in an unmarked grave.
To stop the predators at the center of a violent trafficking ring, they’ll have to go straight into its core—and make themselves the bait. Every step makes them vulnerable to each other as well.
The devil’s coming for them.
Dot plans to be the one still standing after he bites.
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My Review:
I really liked the lead female character in this novel, Dot, one tough as nails gal. She smokes cigars and is an accomplished helicopter pilot, having been one in the army. She knows how to shoot and is every bit as tough as her bounty hunting partner, TJ. He suffers from PTSD with crippling memories from his tour in Afghanistan. I like how the two are able to work together. Add in Dot's cousin, Vivian, and there are actually two strong women involved.
The plot is a gritty one involving the horror of human trafficking. There is lots of action and suspense and a high body count. There is a major twist about half way through deepening the danger. Austin's writing style is good, keeping me reading.
This is the second novel in a short series and the first I have read. I did enjoy it and it can be read on its own. There are several characters from the first novel that have an effect on this one, however, so it should be read to fully enjoy this thriller.
My rating: 4/5 stars.
Book Details:
Genre: Modern Western Thriller
Published by: Tule Mystery
Publication Date: January 19, 2026
Number of Pages: 285
ISBN: 9781969218651 (ISBN10: 1969218657)
Series: A BOUNTY OF SHADOWS, Book 2 {Amazon, Tule}
Book Links: Amazon | Kindle | Barnes & Noble | Apple Books | Goodreads | BookBub | Tule Mystery
Read an excerpt:
From Chapter 1
Two hours later, they had managed to corral the quickly sobering Freddy into the back of the Suburban, with no more eventful chases, and turn him over to the county jail. Freddy’s bail bondsman paid out their fair share of the bond and a huge tip after some hard pressing on T.J.’s part about the circumstances leading up to Freddy’s apprehension. Once the check was cashed, a celebratory late lunch at one of the best Basque eateries Dot had found in Boise was the best way to top off a successful day of bounty hunting.
Parked behind the Bar Gernika, she and T.J. sat in the back end of the Chevy Suburban with the hatch up eating chorizo sandwiches with smoked cod croquetas and a bowl of green olives dripping in garlic olive oil. Dot slurped down half of her Coke, then shook the ice in her cup.
T.J. pointed the remains of his smoked beef chorizo at her. “We should register for the SHOT show in Vegas.”
“Why?”
“Because we can.” T.J. pulled his duh face.
Dot rolled her eyes and bit into her sandwich.
“Have you ever been there?” T.J. asked.
She shook her head, wiping smokey chorizo juice from the corner of her mouth.
“The woman raised to be a hunter and a firearms collector has never been to the great SHOT show?” He lowered his reflective sunglasses and eyed her over the top of the rims. “Never?”
“You do realize my family wasn’t made of money.” Dot popped one of the croquetas into her mouth. “And that’s in the dead of winter, when we couldn’t just up and run off while we were in the middle of lambing season.”
“All the more reason you should go now.” T.J. grinned. “A lot of the best bounty hunters meet up there.”
Dot scowled at her partner and sometimes bunk buddy. “Lemme guess. You wanna show off your shiny new partner to the boys?”
“Maybe.” His grin turned devilish. “Or maybe I wanna see you kick their asses.”
Dot wadded up the sandwich wrapper and chucked it at T.J.’s head. “I’m not a toy.”
The crumbled ball of waxed paper bounced off his forehead and landed on the Suburban floor between them.
“Really? Then why are you so easy to wind up?”
“You sonofa—” Dot lunged for his throat but was quickly subdued.
Their moment of levity was interrupted by a shrill ring from T.J.’s phone.
“Damn it,” he snapped and patted down his body in search for his cell.
Dot found it lying on the makeshift floor behind his hulking frame. She snatched it up and checked the screen. She batted her eyelashes at T.J.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarled.
She pressed the green icon to answer the call. “Well, hello, cousin dearest.”
Lawyer-extraordinaire and covert purveyor of information, Vivian Montgomery was Dot’s second cousin. And apparently had earned a spot on T.J.’s contact list under the moniker of Hot Ass Lawyer.
“Dot? When did you start taking business calls?” Vivian asked, her brisk tone underscored by the sound of her heavy breathing.
“What are you doing?” Dot asked. “You sound like you’re saving the horse and riding a cowboy.”
“Oh, grow up. I’m on a treadmill. Put T.J. on the phone.”
“You shouldn’t run on those things. They destroy your knees and back,” Dot chided.
“When I want health advice from a cigar smoker who jumps from helicopters for fun, I’ll call.”
“I don’t jump from the helo. Unless it’s crashing. Even then, that’s sketchy shit.”
T.J., giving a rumbling growl, jerked the phone from Dot, and pressed it to his ear. “Vivian, what do you need?” He waited a moment, then with another low growl, pulled the phone from his ear and put it on speaker. “You’re on speaker.”
“I need a huge favor from the two of you.”
“When you say huge favor, how huge are we talking?” Dot asked.
“You know, I think I liked you better when you were a brooding, isolated eremite whose main goal in life was equal parts trying to piss off her mother and keep her out of trouble,” Vivian shot back.
“Love you too, coz.”
“Now shut up and let me finish.” The whining sound of the treadmill belt slowing echoed over the phone connection. “I just got a call from one of my colleagues. She had a client fail to appear today.”
“Shouldn’t the defendant’s bail bondsman be calling us?” T.J. asked.
“It’s … complicated.”
Dot smiled as T.J. groaned.
“Vivian, every time you rope us into one of your firm’s problems with their unruly children, we’re out money, time, and patience. We’re called bounty hunters for a reason. Bounty is in the name.”
“Roman, if you keep up the condescending behavior, I’ll expose your dirty little secret.”
“Dirty secret, huh,” Dot piped in. “What’s that?”
He thrust a finger at her nose. “None of your business. Vivian, if you so much as breathe out of line, I’ll make you regret it.”
“Will you do me the favor?”
T.J. stared at Dot, who shrugged as if to say, Why not?
“Fine. Mark my words, I’ll be cashing in on this huge favor sooner than you think.”
“I wouldn’t have bothered you with this, expect the guy is a veteran, and you two being veterans yourself, I figured he’d be more likely to work with you than anyone else.”
“What’s on his file?” Dot asked.
“That’s the complicated part. Officially, his file says he was picked up a third time for carrying with the intent to sell. Unofficially, he’s … classified.”
Dot frowned as she and T.J. locked eyes. As a former army ranger who spent a lot of time flying in and out of forward operating bases in Afghanistan, T.J. knew all about classified situations. Dot, as the main helicopter pilot shuttling him and his team back and forth, though never read in on his actual missions, typically was under strict orders of her own.
“Vivian, I’m not getting fuzzy feelings about this,” T.J. said.
“Neither am I. It’s why I’m calling the two of you in. The judge wants to issue a bench warrant. My colleague was able to ask for a delay before it’s submitted. She was given three hours to present her client or the warrant is released. If you’d rather, you could consider this job PI work instead of fugitive recovery.”
The shingle hanging outside their business office did say private investigators. At this point, that title belonged to T.J. and T.J. alone.
“Still not selling me on this,” he said. “If there’s no bench warrant, there’s no cash for catching him.”
“Hang on.” Vivian spoke to someone, her voice muffled, then she was back. “The firm will pay you a finder’s fee.”
T.J. continued to stare at Dot. She could sense what he was thinking. He was torn. Take this off-the-cuff job and cash in on the favor department with Vivian to help a fellow veteran? Or say fuck it and play hooky for the rest of the day like he’d planned?
Dot didn’t really have much of a say in the business dealings of their partnership since she was eight months into the training phase as a fugitive recovery agent and she wasn’t a licensed PI. It didn’t stop T.J. from pressing her for her opinion, who argued that, because she was about to start taking bounties on her own, she needed to take the reins more often.
“If it helps you make a decision, I’ve got his last known address and a phone number along with a photo,” Vivian said. “This won’t be a hard catch.”
“Stop saying that. Every time you tell me it’s an easy one, it turns into a disaster,” T.J. snarled.
“He’s right,” Dot added.
“Okay, I retract my statement. But, please say yes. Huge favor to me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
Dot glared at him.
“Within reason,” Vivian shot back.
“We’ll do it,” Dot said, tired of T.J.’s runaround. “Send us the four-one-one, and we’ll go check it out.”
T.J. glared at her; his dark eyes flashed a warning. Dot returned his glare with a smug look of her own that dared him to bring it.
“Thank you, coz. Hurry. There’s only two hours left before the bench warrant goes out. Then it’ll be a free-for-all.”
“You couldn’t have called us about this an hour ago?” T.J. groused.
“Shut your yap, Roman,” Vivian said. “There. Info sent.”
His phone dinged.
“His name is Cade Porter. He was a staff sergeant in the Marine Corps.” Vivian sucked in a breath. “Oooh.”
“Oooh, what?” T.J. insisted.
“If this is right, he was in an artillery unit.”
“Oh my God.” T.J. groaned.
Dot grinned. Not only did acting on a favor for Vivian chafe T.J. in the chaps, but doing it for a Marine with explosives expertise was going to make that chafe burn. Throughout their long, storied history, there had always been a deep-seated friendly animosity between the army and the Marines. Push came to shove, however, they still had each other’s backs.
“If that crayon eater blows us up, I’m going to haunt you,” he said.
“I look forward to the visits. Now get going.” Vivian ended the call.
T.J. shoved his phone in a side pocket of his cargo pants. “Tell me again why we let Vivian help us out?”
“Because,” Dot said as she scooted out of the SUV’s backend, “she’s good for the money. And I trust her intel more than I would some of your bail bondsmen.”
“You say that because you’re biased.”
“Nire familia da. Garrantzitsua da.”
T.J. paused before closing the hatch. “I speak Pashto, Arabic, some Spanish, and Oklahoman. I do not speak Basque.”
Dot chuckled. “Time to learn, Danger Ranger.”
“Load up and let’s roll.”
***
Excerpt from Bait the Devil by Winter Austin. Copyright 2026 by Winter Austin. Reproduced with permission from Winter Austin. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Winter Austin perpetually answers the question: “were you born in the winter?” with a flat “nope,” but believe her, there is a story behind her name.
A lifelong Mid-West gal with strong ties to the agriculture world, Winter grew up listening to the captivating stories told by relatives around a table or a campfire. As a published author, she learned her glass half-empty personality makes for a perfect suspense/thriller writer. Taking her ability to verbally spin a vivid and detailed story, Winter translated that into writing deadly romantic suspense, mysteries, and thrillers.
When she’s not slaving away at the computer, you can find Winter supporting her daughter in cattle shows, seeing her three sons off into the wide-wide world, loving on her fur babies, prodding her teacher husband, and nagging at her flock of hens to stay in the coop or the dogs will get them.
She is the author of multiple novels.
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