BOOK DESCRIPTION — The Devil Rode Beside Her ⭐On the dying edge of the American frontier, where the wind carries secrets and the dead don’t stay buried, a woman rides with a past carved in blood.Mara is a hardened tracker with a scarred heart and a rifle that never misses. She’s hunting the preacher who destroyed her family—The Shepherd, a man of God on paper but a devil in the dark. But the plains hold more than human monsters. Something old, unseen, and hungry has begun riding beside her… and it knows her name.With a ghostly companion at her heels and fire on the horizon, Mara crosses towns that fear her, outlaws who underestimate her, and spirits that study her. Each mile drags her deeper into a world where justice bleeds into vengeance, and the line between the living and the dead gets thinner than dust.In a land ruled by guns, ghosts, and God, Mara must choose:Face the devil she knows, or the darkness that’s claimed her shadow.Gritty as the desert. Haunting as an unmarked grave. The Devil Rode Beside Her is a supernatural Western where every bullet carries a memory—and every ghost wants something back. THE NIGHT OF ASH” A preacher’s sermon turns into slaughter. Your protagonist—young, barefoot, smoke-stung—is dragged into the dirt while her home burns behind her. She hears the preacher whisper in her ear: > “Even God can’t save the wicked, girl.” Then he leaves her for dead. But in the smoke… something crawls across the ground toward her. Not a man. Not an animal. A shadow with a heartbeat. It curls beside her like a loyal hound. And when she finally stands again, the shadow stands too. Fade to black.

This poetry collection is a walk through the life of a woman built in fire — the kind of fire that doesn’t ask permission and doesn’t apologize for the smoke. Every poem cuts straight to the bone: love, betrayal, motherhood, survival, faith, grief, lust, loss, rebirth, and the quiet truths no one talks about until they’re forced to. Across these pages, Ellen writes like a woman who has lived several lifetimes under one name. Her voice is raw, unfiltered, and steady — a witness to the storms she’s walked through and the people she’s carried along the way. These poems move between the woman she was, the woman she became, and the woman she refuses to be again. The tone is direct, sharp, and deeply human. No illusions. No pretend healing. Every piece is rooted in real experiences: the mother who stayed when others left, the grandmother who stood guard, the woman who learned that love can bruise and save in the same breath. This isn’t a soft poetry book. It’s a reckoning — the archive of a life that refused to break. Readers don’t walk away inspired; they walk away changed.